Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

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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.

sun," my maid said. Each time she dresses me up, she always has one of

I said, but my dull voice wasn't even convincing to my

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

same. Get dressed, read, read some more, and

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

sound

A gunshot?

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.

outside would kill

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then the door to my room was knocked open. The corpses of the two soldiers, who I had known for most of my

a knife from the table. Pointing it

not at