Viktoria POV
The village road is busy—traders closing up stalls, women gossiping beside the well, men returning from the fields. Everywhere I turns, eyes follow me.
Some of them sneer openly, their whispers floating to me on the air.
‘There she goes—the girl who thought she could be Luna.’
‘The Alpha’s plaything.’
‘She wanted to rise above her place. Now look at her.’
I understand why they speak this way. I'm from a family that has nothing. My father is a farmer who still tills the same worn patch of soil year after year, my mother is a dressmaker who sometimes trades stitches for food when the economy gets hard. And me, well, I'm just a grade school teacher. I've never been part of Marco's world, the Alphas and Betas, the ones who live in marble houses and attend banquets with gold
