I am Vika Grannim, an omega, a maid.
They said it was my honor to serve the Princess, the only royal bloodline of the Bitha Kingdom. But they were wrong.
I was whipped, kicked, abused.
Give in to the bullying?
Praying for mercy?
Waiting for a gentle prince to save me?
Of course not.
I wanted to be strong enough to protect myself and my family. I would be the strongest warrior in the kingdom.
Hold on, someone was watching my training.
He was Prince Regent Asher.
Had he remembered it was me that he kissed in his dream?
Wait, he was my mate? Why? He should be the fiancé of the Princess of Bitha Kingdom.
Prince and maid were fated. Was that possible?
Hang on, I was the real Princess of Bitha?
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Marked by the Moon

"Hold still. You've got a bug on your neck," I said to Devi. 


"Eww, eww! Get it off! Asher, get it off!" Devi squealed, flapping her arms around wildly. 


"I said 'hold still!'" I snapped, grabbing her shoulder to steady her. 


"Eeeyuckk!" Devi whined. I could see how stiff and tense each muscle and bone was in her body. 


I sighed and brushed my hand over her neck. I let my thumb linger on the crescent moon mark. 


It was smooth as marble, but it wasn't raised the same as Vika's. I ran my thumb over it again. 


Huh, the mark seemed almost… Tattooed? It didn't feel like a birthmark. 


"Did you get it? Please tell me you got it," Devi groaned. 


Blinking, I dropped my hand from her neck and shoulder. No, it wasn't like Vika's at all. It didn't feel hot like hers either. 


"Yeah, I got it," I said. I looked at the pad of my thumb, tapping my thumb and forefinger together. 


Chapter 24 : A Private History Lesson