
Abandoned by All, Until the Mad Alpha Claimed Me
Nuella Chimezie · Ongoing · 252.4k Words
Introduction
When they gave me to Alric, the werewolf Alpha every soldier fears, I expected chains.
Instead, he saw me. Chose me. Made me feel, for the first time in twenty years, like I was worth something more than my price.
Then my father showed me what he truly is--eyes burning red, hands that can stop a heart between one breath and the next.
Savage. Inhuman. Utterly beyond anything I was ever prepared for.
He saved me. I don't doubt that.
But he is a wolf. I am human.
No amount of tenderness changes what lives underneath his skin--or the fact that the moon goddess never made us for each other.
He reaches for me like I'm something worth keeping.
I'm just not sure I'm brave enough to believe it.
Because what do you do when the only person who ever made you feel alive is the one person you were never meant to love?
Chapter 1
Ophelia
Today, I will be sold.
No one needed to tell me. I could sense it in my bones--that my fate was about to change.
The handmaidens who had always looked at me with cold contempt were now fussing over me with unsettling attentiveness, lacing me into an elaborate gown I had never been permitted to wear.
Their hands moved with deliberate care, as though afraid to leave even the faintest mark on my skin.
As though they were making the final preparations for a sacrifice.
Such a reversal could only mean one thing: the day had finally come. Someone had offered my father a price he found satisfactory.
As a princess, I was allowed to be covered in bruises.
As a commodity, I could not have a single flaw.
"Smile." The handmaiden arranging my hair said it flatly, with the particular distaste one reserves for a well-trained animal.
Smile. That, at least, came easily.
I pulled the corners of my mouth upward, and the girl in the mirror transformed--perfectly compliant, perfectly pleasing, wearing the smile I had spent a decade crafting for the benefit of men I had no choice but to please.
My fingers drifted instinctively to the scars on my wrist--barely visible now, pale threads against pale skin. The price of that perfect smile. Even now, touching them summoned the memory of the despair that had carved them into me: the slow, methodical erasure of everything I had once been, until all that remained was a doll that smiled on command.
This is my fate, I told myself. Not to want. Not to feel. Only to perform.
"Your Highness." The attendant outside the door sounded slightly uneasy. "The Queen has arrived."
She didn't wait for my answer. My stepmother swept into the room wearing the smile I had seen ten thousand times--warm for the world, hollow at its core.
She crossed to me, and the moment her back was to the other women in the room, the performance dropped entirely.
Her fingers closed around my jaw like a vice, cold and precise.
"Ophelia." Her voice was low, almost gentle, which made it worse. "You are finally going to be of some use to this kingdom. Go and please your new..."
She paused, a flicker of something crossing her face.
"...your new lord. Remember everything we taught you."
Your new lord.
The way she said it--I had never heard that particular tremor in her voice before.
As though even she was afraid of what that word contained.
A cold foreboding settled in my stomach. But I lowered my eyes and nodded, as I always did, as I had always been made to do.
My fate had been written the day I turned seven.
I had not been foolish enough to hope otherwise for a very long time.
The memory surfaced the way it always did--swift and cutting, like a blade drawn without warning.
I had snuck away to the training yard. I wanted to practice swordsmanship, the one thing I loved above all else. I never learned how my father found out.
But he came, and he made certain I would never forget.
Crack.
"You are a girl!"
Crack.
"Your body IS your ONLY weapon!"
Crack.
"Learn what you are meant to learn--and never forget it!"
Each strike landed in front of his assembled soldiers. Each one carved something out of me that never grew back.
I still remembered kneeling before the statue of the Sun Goddess afterward, blood soaking through my dress and pooling on the cold stone floor.
The golden goddess looked down at me with eyes that held no mercy--as though she, too, found my defiance laughable.
I nearly died in that temple.
Fever, blood loss, starvation. I had thought--almost hoped--that I would.
But they brought me back. Not out of love. Only because I still had value.
"Your instructor will begin tomorrow," my father said from the doorway of my sickroom, looking at me the way one looks at inventory. "She will help you understand what you're worth."
He never came back after that.
And so Mora became the architecture of my existence.
She taught me everything my father's words had implied--that a woman's only currency was the pleasure she could give a man.
She taught me how to sit, how to walk, how to yield without resistance and endure without tears.
She used pain and humiliation the way a sculptor uses a chisel: methodically, without malice, simply shaping what needed to be shaped.
"Your body does not belong to you," she told me once, her voice perfectly even. "It belongs to the man who will one day purchase it."
I learned to bury myself so deeply that I could barely find my own reflection anymore.
Now I walked those lessons down the length of the great hall, wearing them like a second skin.
If this was to be my final performance, I would at least move through it with grace. Like a real princess. Whatever that meant, anymore.
"Your Highness." The handmaiden at my side spoke softly. "We've arrived."
The soldiers ahead of us put their shoulders to the heavy doors.
The sound of them opening rolled through the corridor like distant thunder —
And then the smell reached me.
I couldn't have named it. I couldn't have described it. But it stopped me mid-breath--something wild and warm and inexplicably, disturbingly right, as though it had been made for my lungs specifically.
My senses sharpened all at once, some dormant instinct flickering to life in my chest.
I kept my eyes down, as I had been trained to do. One step, then another, into the hall.
The smell grew stronger.
Dark boots, tall figures, an atmosphere that pressed against my skin like a change in weather.
But my training held, and I kept my gaze at the floor until I reached the dais, released my attendant's arm, and sank into a low curtsy.
"Your Majesties."
The smell was overwhelming now. My knees nearly buckled.
I could feel eyes on me--one particular pair, heavy and focused and burning, as though a flame were being held an inch from my skin.
"Ophelia." My father's voice carried through the silence. "Rise."
I lifted my head.
My parents on the throne, their faces arranged into careful neutrality. But my gaze moved past them almost immediately, drawn by something I couldn't resist, to the figure seated below the dais--occupying a guest's chair as though it were a throne, his men ranged behind him like a standing army.
He was the one who mattered in this room. Everyone's posture said so.
I don't know where the courage came from. My eyes found his.
His eyes were amber--molten, luminous, edged with an intelligence that was ancient and entirely untamed. The rest of him matched: a powerful frame barely contained by the dark fur-lined coat across his shoulders, a stillness that suggested not patience but the particular control of something that chose when to move.
My father said nothing about my breach of protocol. No one in the room did.
Which confirmed what I had already begun to understand.
This was the man who had bought me.
Except —
He wasn't a man.
The realization arrived not as a thought but as a certainty, immediate and absolute.
Everything about him was slightly wrong for human--too still, too aware, too present in the way that predators were present, filling a space differently than ordinary creatures did.
A werewolf.
My father had sold me to a werewolf.
To a natural enemy of our kind.
To the species that our soldiers spoke of in lowered voices and our historians described in terms usually reserved for natural disasters.
Fear should have swallowed me whole.
It didn't.
When his eyes locked onto mine, my heart slammed against my ribs--not in terror, but in something I had no language for.
Something I had never once been permitted to feel.
A pull, low and insistent and humiliatingly strong, as though something in my body recognized something in his and had simply decided, without consulting me at all, that it had been waiting for this.
The heat that moved through me was nothing like shame and nothing like fear.
It was want.
Across the room, I watched something shift in his expression.
For the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt something that wasn't performance.
I felt alive.
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