The Lycan Princess They Made The Servant
READING AGE 18+
I was the pack's nameless omega.Scrubbing floors. Taking lashes. Sleeping in a cold cellar while the future Luna wore silk.On my eighteenth birthday, the Alpha felt the mate bond.I thought it was my salvation.Instead, Killian Blackwood grabbed my chin in front of the entire pack and whispered:"I reject you."I should have run. Should have cried. Should have disappeared into the night like every other rejected mate.But I didn't.Because pack law has a loophole. And I chose to stay.As his servant.As his slave.But here's what Killian doesn't know:The moment he rejected me, something ancient woke in my chest. A silver glow. A power that made every wolf in the pack drop to their knees.I'm not an omega.I'm the last true Lycan Princess – stolen from my throne as a baby, my memory erased, my power sealed.And Killian's pack is dying.A curse rots them from within. His wolf is already whimpering. Within months, he'll be on his knees begging for a cure.The cure is my blood.He doesn't know that.He thinks I'm just the servant who folds his sheets and serves his new Luna breakfast in bed.Every morning I watch him kiss Serena.Every night I clean the bedroom where he sleeps without me.And every second, my wolf whispers:Let him break.Because when he finally discovers the truth – that the servant he threw away is the only one who can save him –I won't say yes.I'll make him beg.
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Dawn broke over the Whispering Woods like a wound.
I lay on the grass, my body aching, my silver blood still drying on my skin. Beside me, Killian breathed—shallow, but alive. His hand was wrapped around mine. I hadn't noticed when he'd taken it.
The howls had stopped.
But I knew they'd return.
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