Page 1 of Luna's Forgotten Vow

CHAPTER 1

SERAPHINA

Ihad a plan.

Work as hard as I could to pay off my debts, and then, I'd travel far away from these lands and start over. Maybe I'd go to a human school and get a degree and a real job that didn't include washing dishes and serving entitled Alphas.

I had it all under control—my life, I mean.

Until I didn't.

More often than not, I've realized that love makes you forget. It changes the very trajectory of your life, and before you know it, someone with so much potential ends up in a horrible, shit position, all because of one decision.

It happened to my mother.

I swore I would never be her as I scattered her ashes through the wind. I swore off men, love and relationships for most of my life—hard to have those when you are juggling six cleaning jobs. And even if I had all the time in the world, I wouldn't have wasted it on pursuing romantics.

Because all men, whether they realized it or not were self-serving pricks.

But I met my mate, a man who lifted me into his arms when my legs failed me and forced his way into my heart. Ronan Callahan, my Alpha.

"He's making an announcement tonight! He's choosing his Luna!" Harriet practically shrieks, and the kitchen explodes into excited chatter.

I keep chopping vegetables as the women argue over which Alpha's daughter it'll be this time. I'm not bothered. Rumors like this surface all the time. Ronan is the most eligible bachelor in the South—the Head Alpha. Everyone wants to be him or mate with him, and the latter is all they talk about these days.

But he wouldn't make the announcement tonight. The ceremony is already a spectacle, and Ronan hates fuss. Plus, he tells me everything, and he hasn't mentioned a word about if he is announcing me as his Luna.

A sharp wave of nausea suddenly coils in my stomach. Bile rises in my throat. I abandon the cutting board, gripping the counter as I wait for the dizziness to pass.

The morning sickness has been getting worse, stretching well into the day and making my nights unbearable.

I would take a day off, but the staff couldn't spare any workers today without solid reason. It is Ronan's ascension as Alpha and the biggest event the South has seen in years. Pregnancy is solid enough, but then, everyone would find out—including Ronan's mother.

She never noticed me until she found out that I spent my nights in Ronan's bedroom. One confrontation, one sniff and Luna Kaida knew we were mates. She has hated me ever since. Because Ronan refused to reject me and marry someone of her choosing. Someone who wasn't some 'lowly' Omega whose wolf was so dormant, she might as well be human.

"You want to be sick, girl, don't do it over the damn tomatoes," the Head Cook snaps at me.

I inhale deeply, ignoring the stares clinging to me. I am dumped with more work, moved from chopping to washing to cooking and soon, the music from the revelry outside swells.

Sweat beads at my temples. The dizziness lingers. I feel faint, overheated, starving, yet disgusted by the sight of food. It's like growing a baby turns your body into your enemy.

I'd kill for a break. Some air. Maybe even a glimpse of Ronan.

He's been gone over a week on pack business. It's never been this long.

I miss him and can't wait to see his face when I tell him I'm pregnant.

"Seraphina."

Luna Kaida's personal maid stands by the door, a permanent scowl pulling her lips down. Nora jerks her head towards the hallway and I drop the knife, rubbing my blister-crusted fingers against the apron as I meander my way out of the kitchen.

"Luna Kaida wants you to attend the ceremony tonight," she says in her usual tone that is leeched of life. "To serve, of course," she adds when my brows furrow in obvious confusion.

I work in the kitchen. I'm never allowed around the guests. Ever. They make Harriet and the more 'tolerable' maids do it. In most parts of our world, Omegas are only good for the dirty work and nothing else.

Runt. Mutt. Inadequate. Lowly.

Those are terms they describe us by. It is why I wish to leave to a place where I am not defined by everything I lack.

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