Pushpa_naik

It's a story about ENZO, an alpha, and TIARA, a luna (she doesn't know that she's actually a werewolf). "Now it's time for punishment little girl" Enzo said and threw tiara on his shoulder and walked out of the room. "No one is allowed to talk with her. If anyone goes against me, get ready for the consequences", Enzo warned the whole college. "Please take this money and runaway from here...... I'm sorry sweetheart, please forgive me", Tiara found a letter. As she was still processing what she had just read, a group of men wearing black barged into her house and kidnapped her. "You will be maid for my son from now on, but don't worry, I'll take care of your studies until you get a job", a man who sat on king's chair declared. "I'm not feeling good, get the hell out of here" Enzo roared on the tiara. "Didn't you say my mate died right after you gave birth? I myself buried her delicate body with my own hands, then why do I feel bonds around this girl named Tiara? " Enzo questioned a couple. "Don't worry, she can't be awakened unless we lift that spell", Someone assured another werewolf. "Why did you do that, dad? You ruined my entire life. Am I not your child?" Tiara cried.

Moonfire Melody : Alpha King's Maid

<p>Tiara dragged her aching body toward the bathroom, each step heavy with exhaustion and confusion. As she nudged the door open, her jaw dropped at the sight before her. The bathroom was a masterpiece of luxury, far beyond anything she had ever experienced. It was massive—almost the size of her entire bedroom back home, with every surface gleaming like it had been polished to perfection.</p>

<p>The walls were made of pristine marble, cool to the touch, and the gold accents on the faucets and handles reflected the soft glow of the overhead lighting. In the center of the room stood a large, modern bathtub surrounded by candles—unlit, but clearly placed there with an air of sophistication. There was a distinct scent of sandalwood and something faintly floral, making the atmosphere feel rich and exotic. A Transparent shower cubicle. Everything screaming money</p>

48-Under His Command