one hundred and fifty five

Jenny’s POV

I lay on my bed, the soft fabric beneath me a stark contrast to the life I once knew as a maid. Alpha Elijah's decision to assign a maid and a guard to me still felt surreal, like a dream I feared would shatter at any moment. The rapid transformation from a humble servant to a soon-to-be queen left me breathless, the weight of this new reality settling in my bones.

As I closed my eyes, the sweet scent of my newfound life enveloped me, a delicate fragrance that whispered of luxury and privilege. Yet, amidst the grandeur and the lavish trappings of my new life, a shadow loomed dark and foreboding. The knowledge that Alpha Elijah's mother vehemently opposed our union cast a pall over the otherwise perfect facade. Her public declaration of disapproval echoed in my mind.

The thought of Alpha Elijah's mother's rejection gnawed at me, a bitter taste that tainted the sweetness of my newfound status. The prospect of never being accepted as her daughter-in-law weighed heavily on my