The Alpha's Unloved Luna

In traditional fairy tales, the story always concludes with a magical union between the dashing prince and his beloved princess, symbolizing true love. However, my narrative took an entirely different path, one that society would shy away from sharing with young hearts. My experience defied the norm. It was a grim tale, one that the world would reject and leave me ostracized even further. A tale unsuitable for bedtime stories, filled with deceit and unspoken truths. In my story, I had unknowingly cast a love potion on Keagan, the prince, turning our supposed affection into a counterfeit bond. Keagan, once indifferent to me, held no interest in my existence – I was just a low-ranking omega maid, invisible to his eyes as an Alpha. Our "love" was as artificial as plastic, a secret burden I carried alone. The guilt gnawed at me, but when the truth inevitably unraveled, my Alpha introduced a new partner, claiming love for her. I had to accept this bitter pill. Yet, when compared to the alternatives – a life as an unwanted Luna, discarded and forgotten – perhaps being an Unloved Luna was a small victory over the pain of being a victim, a raped and abused omega. Life's unfairness leaves us searching for solace in unexpected corners.