They called me a curse.
A monster with a pretty face.

They whispered that I was dangerous. That I should’ve stayed dead. That wherever I went, death and misfortune followed like shadows.

I’ve been drowned, burned, and broken more times than I can remember. But no matter how often they tried to kill me, I survived.

For fifty long years, I’ve done nothing but try to exist, carrying wounds no one ever cared to see. 

So when they shoved me into a barrel and threw me into the ocean, I didn’t fight because I was too tired to survive.

All I wanted was for death to finally take me.

But just when I was ready to give up, the ocean delivered me to them, The Five Alphas.

A king with eyes of gold and a soul carved from cold stone.
A wild storm of an Alpha, all fury and love tangled into one.
A sorcerer whose voice feels like déjà vu.
A soldier of ice, who watches me like I’m someone he once lost.
And a rogue with a crooked smile who dares me to set the world on fire.

They say I belong to them.

They say I’m their mate.

I thought they would treat me like everyone else, like I was something dirty, something cursed.

But instead, they handed me crowns, armies, and entire kingdoms.

My name is Evelyn Seris, the last Luna no one was supposed to find.

If the world expects me to kneel before my Alphas, they’d better learn to kiss my feet first.

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Disclaimer: This is a reverse harem, which mean the FL doesn't need to choose her ML

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Why did he suddenly call me his wife? He hadn't even marked me, let alone said any marriage vows.


No—honestly, there was a more important question than that: why did he want to marry me in the first place?


Most of the time, Alphas didn't even bother with wedding ceremonies because his mark alone was enough to seal the bond. After all, we weren't humans who needed a legal relationship to avoid gossip.


So … why would he want something as official as marriage?


If it were Theron, I would understand. He needed to marry me first before putting the queen's crown on my head. But Rael? He was an Alpha of a pack. He didn't need a ceremony or a title.


"We … we're not married yet," I said softly.


Rael looked like I'd just stabbed him through the heart. His brows scrunched up so tightly, I wouldn't be surprised if he aged five years right then and there.


Chapter 33 - Evelyn: He Called Me His Wife