Chapter Thirty Eight
Chapter Thirty Eight
ALIYA’S POV
I didn’t think Empress Julia liked the way things had gone with the Alpha King. No pack had disregarded us like the Nightshade pack did. I had reasons to believe the other packs were afraid of us, but I couldn’t say the same for the Nightshade pack.
My maid, Vera, brushed through my hair.
King Alexander was an intriguing man, but I had my focus on the woman seated by his side. There was something about her–something fierce, something I hadn’t seen in other Lunas–and she kept on staring at me; it was like she knew exactly what I was thinking.
The Chosen One. That’s what they called me; they say I was a gift from the god of light’s, and that I would lead the people of Aureonna into victory.
One would think of me as a powerful person, but I was nothing more than a mortal woman. Empress Julia believes everything would change on my nineteenth birthday, when the god of light herself would pay me a visit. Julia refers to it as “The Encounter.‘.
For the past thirteen years of my life, I was groomed by the empresses to become everything the god of light wanted. At first it had been exciting; I thought I would be taught how to become powerful like the empresses, but no. I was locked up in my room like a prisoner, restricted from speaking to anyone.
Many would call this a princess treatment. I called it torture. I was forced to see the world through the curtains of the carriage.
Once I had asked Julia why I could not walk in the streets of our own city, and she had given me a long look before explaining that no one out there is without sin and I would have to be presented to the god of light without blemishes. I didn’t understand her; I never did.
My maid, the two soldiers by the door, and the empresses were among the few I was allowed to see regularly.
“You look as radiant as the sun,” my maid said. Each time she dresses me up, she always has one of those praises to say.
“Thank you, and you look beautiful too.” I said, but my dull voice wasn’t even convincing to my own ears.
I stared at the mirror, I had a mass of silver–colored hair and green eyes. My looks were the only thing special about me, but that too didn’t matter because I hardly ever left the room, and when I did, I couldn’t leave behind my hood. Only a few knew the color of my hair, or my eyes… or my skin–which was pale as snow.
My daily routine was the same. Get dressed, read, read some more, and then eat.
If I was indeed the Chosen One meant to save the Aureonnas from the ‘storm‘ coming, I should be out there, bonding with my people, getting to know them. But no. I’m being locked in here, morning, day, and night. The little window was most times my only view of the outside world.
There was a loud sound from outside the room.
A gunshot?
My maid’s gaze met mine, her eyes wide in fear. “Come.” She said to me, her voice silent, and I rose; she led me to the wardrobe. “You need to hide.” She says.
“What about you?” I asked.
“I’ll be fine, the soldiers outside would kill them before they had the chance…”
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Chapter Thirty Eight
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Just then the door to my room was knocked open. The corpses of the two soldiers, who I had known for most of my life, lay outside the door, the blood staining the floor.
Three men walked in.
Vera picked up a knife from the table. Pointing it at them with shaky hands.
They walked forward, not at all threatened.
I had never seen these men before, but they stared at me with hungry eyes.
“Stay away.” I warned, my voice shook.
“So this is who the whole city is waiting on? A pretty little girl?”
The other one burst into laughter. “Save us, Chosen One, from the creatures outside the walls,” the man said mockingly.
“You will pay for this, all of you.” Vera promised.
“They’ve been lying to us, giving us false hope; she might be hella pretty with a tight ass cunt, but she is no savior.” The third man said, ignoring Vera’s threat.
