Norella Pov
Today's the big day—my eighteenth birthday and the ball. It's the day I've been waiting for, the day I finally break free from being treated like a maid, or worse, a slave. The dress on my lap might be simple, but it's beautiful, a blue that matches my eyes. Running my fingers over the fabric, I think about how long I've saved up for it. It's not fancy or expensive, but it's mine, and tonight, I won't be the 'worthless omega' everyone calls me.Madame Maggie's been my lifeline, slipping me money when she can. Without her, I couldn't have even dreamed of buying this dress, let alone the heels to go with it. "You should be getting ready now, Norella," she says, peeking in from the doorway. She's been there for a bit, I guess. I was lost in my thoughts. "I will," I tell her, heading to the bathroom. "I'm heading out now," she says, leaving the room.Madame Maggie's more than just the head maid here; she's been like a mom to me since I lost mine. She's the only one who doesn't see me as just a weak, wolfless omega. I mean, I'm not wolfless—I just haven't shifted yet, and my wolf hasn't spoken to me in two years. But back to Madame Maggie, she's always treated me differently, not like a slave, like the rest do.she has voluntarily taken on my chores earlier before she goes back home to her mate and pups so I could get ready for the ball. She even let me use the bathroom—a luxury after months without a proper wash. I'd been stuck in the pack's grimy cell, wearing nothing but a ragged piece of cloth that clung to my skin, I wasn't even allowed to wash it. But today, I had the chance to scrub away the grime and feel wolf again.Stepping into the bathroom, I peeled off the filthy rag and let the warm water cascade over me. As it ran through my golden hair, now free from its usual bun, it seemed to carry away all my troubles with it. Tonight's ball wasn't just any celebration; it was the night when the goddess would pair us with our destined mates, and for the first time, I allowed myself to feel a spark of that hope too. I should be the most jubilant young werewolf, I carry a joy that runs deeper. My story began in tragedy at the tender age of four when rogue wolves shattered my world, leaving me to witness the horror of my parents' demise. Alpha Lowell, the leader of our pack, saved me from a similar fate, but the mystery of my parents' killers remains unsolved, the wound in my heart ever fresh.I was brought into the royal pack house, expecting some semblance of protection due to my father's friendship with Alpha Lowell and his respected status within our Blue Moon Pack. Yet, what awaited me was a nightmare cloaked in superstition. Branded as bad luck, Alpha Lowell would recount the tale of my birth, how I nearly caused my mother's death, and question the oddity of rogues targeting only my family. It seemed to him a curse.By night, I was confined to a cell, the threat of harm lurking in the shadows as I share the cell with criminals and sometimes almost get molested s****lly. By day, I was burdened with endless chores, I was only allowed to eat leftovers laced with wolfsbane. But in this darkness, Madame Maggie emerged as a beacon of hope, lately she has been secretly nourishing me with meals free of wolfsbane, risking her own safety for my well-being.School was my only respite but now am done with it, yet even there, Myra, Alpha Lowell's daughter, ensured my misery. A troublemaker and bully, she took delight in tormenting me both in the classroom and within the pack house walls. And then there was Luna Desi, Alpha Lowell's mate, whose very gaze could petrify. She was a force not to be trifled with, ensuring that I remained in the shadow of the label 'worthless omega.' So the ball wasn't just only about finding a mate to me; it's about breaking free from the chain of being the pack doormat. I slip into the dress, feeling it hug my curves just right. My hair falls in a golden wave down to my waist, and I dab on some makeup—nothing too fancy, just enough to hide the shadows of too many sleepless nights.I take a peek in the mirror, half-expecting to see the same old Norella staring back. But nope, this girl's got a spark in her eyes and a smirk that says, 'Watch out, world.' The heels go on next. They're short, but hey, I'm already towering at 5'10". No need to be a skyscraper. and I'm out the door. The pack hall is close by, and I need to be there before Alpha Lowell starts the event. That's when I bump into Myra."Trying to play dress-up?" she taunts. I hold back a retort biting my lip enough to make it bleed and try to move past, but she blocks me. "What, can't speak? So you think you can start stealing from your betters now?"I'm about to respond when she interrupts. "Shut it," she hisses. "How'd you even get that dress?" acting like her dress isn't ten times fancier than mine. She's dressed to the nines, looking like an angel she's not. "I saved for it" I said but it was like she ignored my response as she steps closer, and I step back. But then she grabs me, and my heel catches on her dress. The sound of tearing fabric fills the air. "I'm toast," I think, as Myra's eyes flash with anger.Before I could muster a word, Myra pounced like a storm unleashed, her fists raining down on me. Each blow was a thunderclap, shattering the silence of the night. And as if the assault wasn't enough, she shredded my dress, turning the symbol of my freedom into tattered rags. I stood there, robbed of speech, as she stepped back, her strength undeniable. But the blaze in my gaze spoke volumes of the fury within. "Why, Myra?" I managed to choke out. "Because you deserve it," she spat back, venom in her voice. For a fleeting moment, I saw a flicker of fear dance in her eyes, a reflection of the tempest she'd awakened in me. I was a hair's breadth away from unleashing the storm inside.Norella Pov I was all set to dash towards her when I heard Luna desi familiar voice, "What's going on?" she asked. I quickly pulled myself together as she glided gracefully toward us, repeating, "Seriously, what's happening here?" By then, I was already trembling uncontrollably, unsure why fear gripped me so tightly. Myra then filled Luna desi in on the situation. "There's a fancy dress in my room for you. I didn't know your dad had already gotten you one. Hurry, go change before the ball kicks off." Luna desi said, and Myra happily trotted off, while Luna desi followed her, barely acknowledging my presence.Then, out of the blue, Luna turned to me. "Why are you standing there like a lost pup?" she snapped. I managed to stutter, "My dress..." but before I could finish, she cut me off, saying, "I don't have time for your petty concerns. Besides, it suits you, so you're wearing it to the ball.""I can't," I protested. What did I expect, a new dress? Definitely not. I had to figure some
Norella Pov Three days have passed since the rejection, yet the ache lingers, unyielding and ever-present. Ama, my wolf, is wounded deeply, her silence a testament to the pain we share. I let the tears fall, a silent river, as I scrub the dishes, my thoughts as fragmented as my dreams of escape.Was this my fate? To be mateless, to endure this torment indefinitely? The goddess's whims seemed cruel, unjust. But I refuse to crumble, to let my spirit shatter like delicate glass. I must leave, find solace away from this place that has always been a prison.Madame Maggie's voice cuts through my reverie, "The alpha wants to see you." Her words, likely a message from the alpha himself, send a shiver down my spine. He didn't reach out to me directly, convinced I've lost all connection to our kind.With a heavy heart, I abandon the soapy water and make my way to the alpha's office. Fear gnaws at me with each step. He'll question me about my wolf, no doubt. It's the only reason he ever summons
Norella Pov I blinked open my eyes, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like a mere second had passed. But the familiar surroundings told a different tale. How could it be? The walls of Madame Maggie's room closed in around me, a stark reminder that I was back in the pack. No, no, this couldn't be happening. How was I supposed to make sense of this?. Panic surged through me as I leapt from the bed. I was dead, wasn't I? Yet here I was, trapped in this infernal place, and I knew the torment awaiting me would be far worse than any hell I'd imagined. A swift end, that's what I yearned for—to be freed from this cruel world with the quickness of a falling guillotine.Frantically, I rifled through the drawers, searching for anything that could grant me escape. I'd rather embrace death than continue in this pack, especially when my connection to my wolf is so weak. The room yielded nothing, fueling my desperation.I needed to act before anyone would come in. Weakness gripped me, dizziness c
Norella Pov King Jason's voice cut through the tension, "What's so urgent?"Alpha Lowell's reply was laced with a feigned concern that didn't sit right with me. "It's about Norella. I know she might have said some things, but I want you to be aware of her condition, Your Majesty.""Somethings like what?" King Jason's tone was sharp, demanding.I strained to hear more, my heart pounding against my chest. What was Lowell plotting now? The urge to burst out and reveal everything to King Jason was overwhelming, but fear rooted me to the spot. Would he cast me aside, leaving me to the mercy of this pack?Their voices became distant murmurs, my imperfect hearing betraying me. Then, Lowell's voice pierced through, clear and cold. "It's not possible; she can't be your mate. She has mental issues ever since her parents died. She's so aggressive we have to feed her wolfsbane so she wouldn't be harmful. Think about it, she could even kill the pups she will bear."His lies stung like venom. How
norella pov He opened the passenger door with a chivalrous flourish, yet his brow was furrowed in a frown. As I settled into the seat, Alpha Lowell emerged, his voice laced with caution. “Think about what you’re about to do, Your Majesty,” he implored King Jason. But Jason might as well have been alone for all the attention he paid, sliding into the driver’s seat, igniting the engine, and accelerating away with a determination that rendered the world outside a blur The drive was a silent movie, with me playing the mute damsel in distress. Words failed me, lodged in my throat by the intensity of his gaze—so stern, so unyielding. It was a look that spoke of storms and battles, of a man who had seen too much yet dared to hope. His belief in me was a novel sensation, a fragile gift no one had ever bestowed upon me before. My gaze was drawn to the trees whipping past, their forms melding into a green streak as we sped on. The urge to plead with him to ease his pace was there, but fear he
norella PovBlinking awake, I was swaddled in the crisp linens of a hospital bed, the room a canvas of clinical white. King Jason was there, standing guard like a statue with a furrowed brow. A nurse zipped around, her presence as brief as a summer breeze, her eyes bouncing from me to Jason and back again."Thank the stars, you're back with us," Jason's voice cut through the haze, each syllable heavy with worry. My throat was scratchy, my voice a faint echo of itself, "What happened to me?". "You gave us quite the scare," he said, "But you're tougher than you look. You're gonna bounce back from this." As the nurse slipped away, Jason closed the distance between us, perching on the edge of the bed, his hand enveloping mine—It felt like we'd been here before, a replay in a place where echoes bounced off the walls.. "How long have you been fed wolfsbane?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of seriousness.Confusion reigned as I grappled with his question. Who had let that secret slip? "Th
norella povWeeks have slipped by, and yeah, I'm feeling stronger physically, but emotionally? It's like I'm hanging by a thread. What does the goddess have in store for me? No clue, but hey, at least I'm outta the Blue moon pack. Now, I'm about to hitch my life to someone whose love for me is as clear as mud. Not exactly the fairy tale I had in mind.Lying here, staring at the ceiling that seems to be aiming for the stars, I can't help but roll over on this bed that's too big for just me. He never crashes here with me, and I haven't even gotten a sneak peek of his room. Weren't we supposed to be mates? And tomorrow, it's D-day. I gotta make the call—stick around in this slice of heaven with a guy who might not give a hoot about me, or hit the road and go rogue. Tomorrow's supposed to be all about the happy, but here I am, a hot mess of feelings. if only my parents were around, or if Mia could toss me a bone here...Is it love, or am I just head over heels for the Jason's looks and s
Jason povStanding before the mirror, I take in the sight of my reflection. The deep navy of the finely tailored suit enveloped my form, the woolen fabric soft to the touch. Intricate stitching traced along the lapels, catching the light in subtle glimmers of silver. Each seam was a testament to the craftsmanship that went into its creation, a symbol of the care and attention to detail that defined my outward appearance. The crisp white shirt beneath adds a touch of elegance, and the dark tie is the final flourish to this polished ensemble. Despite the nerves that gnaw at my insides, I can't deny it—I look every inch the alpha king I'm meant to be. But beneath the surface, turmoil churns."Jarl, this doesn't feel right. Taking a mate vow with Norella... it's like I'm betraying Amber," I confess to my wolf Jarl. His response is immediate, "That's not true, Jason. Norella is good for us—she's kind, and she loves us." But his words only stoke the fire of my anger. "How can you be so sure