-LILIAN-
The word, "mistress," hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. It echoed in the vast chamber long after Alexander's lips had left mine, resonating with a bitter irony. His personal maid, that's what I am. A position that came with a two-week deadline and the constant threat of his "bloodlust." Now, he was promoting me to be his mistress.
Disappointment, sharp and sudden, pierced through the fragile hope that had dared to blossom moments before. My heart, which had foolishly quickened at his possessive words, now sank like a stone. A mistress. I knew what it meant. It wasn't a mate, a Luna, or even a cherished partner. It was a plaything, a temporary diversion for an Alpha King who had lived for thousands of years with no Luna and a streak of murdering females. It meant I was a s
