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.

Each time she dresses me up, she always has one of those praises

said, but

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

dressed, read, read some more, and

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

was a loud sound from outside

A gunshot?

met mine, her eyes wide in fear. "Come." She said to me, her voice silent, and I rose; she led me

soldiers outside would kill them before they

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

table. Pointing it at them with

not at all