Lady Misfortune 소설 & 이야기

My father continued to drone on about how important it was for me to pick a chosen mate at tonight's banquet. I wanted to shout at him and tell him that he wasn't the Alpha anymore, but I knew the rumors spreading around the pack were getting to him. Rumors that the moon goddess had cursed our family -- First, my father lost his mate to another, and now his son is seemingly mateless. While it was rare for a wolf to still be mateless by the time they turned twenty-five, it was unheard of for an Alpha wolf to be mateless. Alpha Wolves had the most exposure to other packs; we were more likely than any other wolf to meet their mate.

What’s the difference between me and a lapdog? I noticed someone exiting the company’s main doors behind us. Instantly, I put on a new face. "Adrian," I said sweetly, "how can you say that? What’s so bad about being the princess’s kept man? Earning her affection should be your honor." Adrian cracked. He shouted, nearly unhinged, "No, it’s not! I don’t even have a job anymore. Without an income, I’m completely at her mercy—a puppet. What do people think of me now? That I used my body to climb up the ladder? That I’m just a man living off a woman?

Bloodmoon Manor – That Evening The corridors of the manor were dimly lit, shadows stretching across the stone walls like silent specters. Selene had spent too much of her life here—too many nights haunted by memories she couldn’t escape. Now, she walked them as an outsider in her own home. Her muscles protested with every step, a reminder of the fight with Kieran. She should have been resting, but her mind wouldn’t allow it. She needed answers. Pushing open the heavy wooden doors of the manor’s archives, she stepped inside. Dust motes floated in the candlelight, the scent of aged parchment thick in the air. These records held the history of the pack—wars fought, blood spilled, betrayals buri

Mother Mary walked out of the chamber after patting her on the head. Mirabel's eyes fluttered in pain, and she slumped down on the chair. All her life, she has always been unfortunate. Her parents died when she was fifteen. She worked like a slave until Lakhma found her. She had thought that her unfortunate life had ended that day, but... It seemed she was wrong. Maybe the moon goddess finally wants her to leave the earth since she has always been unfortunate since childhood.

The woman was shrouded in darkness, and she wore a long black gown and a colorful cloak on top, complete with a knitted shawl that had sequins and shiny beads. “What brings you here is what leads you there. What do you want to know, little girl?” Her voice was deep and coarse. Scarlett noticed the Tarot cards on the table and realized that the woman was probably a fortune-teller of some kind. She dragged the chair and sat casually opposite her. She looked up and found the price list behind the woman. She took out a fifty-dollar bill, put it on the table, and said, “I think I have had misfortunes since I was little. And I’ve gotten into even more trouble recently. Am I cursed or something?

A fate ending a mortals life because they attempted to harm a goddess wasn’t how a goddess was supposed to behave. As if by magic the sign for Madame Mirage came on. She had an idea. “How about we go inside there and have our fortunes read? I can let my friend know I’m here.” She hurried and opened the door wanting desperately to get away from the man that was beginning to scare her.

She was dirty—her fair all frayed in clumps of sweat and mud, her legs ridden with sot and her body oozing the stench of a dead beast. The goddess had cursed me. There was no other explanation for my misfortune as I stood in front of Lydia, ready to be mated and wed, with a bile crawling up my throat. For a moment I couldn’t help but wonder about the bruises on her arms, but deep down I knew she deserved it one way or the other. After all she was cursed. The bold fragment of the pack’s misfortune.

The burning desire inside me was absolutely eating me alive. So many beautiful women had walked past me, yet not one was mine. What made other men so special that they could land women like that? Life just sucked for me. Just then, a young couple stumbled out of the bar, arguing loudly. I glanced at the woman, and that fire inside me was instantly reignited. Even on a cold day like this, she wore black thigh-high stockings over her long, slim legs, paired with a super short skirt that barely covered her butt. The sight made my desire surge. Her two large globes, in particular, bounced with every step she took.

“Of course…of course.” “Miss, which one would you like to try first?” My heart thudded in fear as Adrian suddenly cuts in, I was midway to standing up, “It is *Mrs.* Maserati, lady,” he corrected with a deadly glare that froze even me to place. “I’m not paying you that exorbitant amount for you to disrespect my wife.” I immediately felt bad for her. She has been so sweet and didn’t deserve that. It was a first for me, seeing the Adrian from the rumors, and I’m suddenly glad I wasn’t at the other end of that.

The birthmark on my forehead was now completely exposed. When I returned to the main hall, I heard Caelen speaking. “If the Chancellor does not mind, I would like to ask for Lady Leanora’s hand as my Crown Princess. The Royal City itself will be my dowry.” As Father hesitated, I pushed the door open and walked in. “I accept, Your Highness.” In my previous life, it was precisely because I chose Aldric and bent fate that all those later disasters came to pass. If Aldric and Rosalind believed that by starting over and carrying memories of another life, they could counterfeit destiny, they were ridiculously wrong.