Malia Carlton, Illegitimate daughter to the alpha King of Ethiopia has always had a rough life due to her status. To everyone, she is a bastard weakling with no powers and no mother. She couldn't bear such pain and ridicule so she prayed fervently for a way out. Her prayers were answered, at least in a way, as she was soon sent out on a mission for the sake of her freedom. Elated, she accepts the mission and sets out. The problem is she soon finds out that the mission to steal a golden artifact is way harder than she ever imagined. She is in danger. Danger of losing herself in love. Love for the son of the man she is supposed to steal from. The problem is that she is already engaged to her mate. Will she give in and let herself love him back or will she choose duty and strive to complete her mission? What will happen if the man she loves finds out what she was originally there for? Will their love be doomed to die from the start or will it bloom again? Follow Malia as she navigates the new feelings fate has thrown her way.
Chapter 1 Malia
"Hateful bitch! Bastard pest! Die! Die!" A shrill voice cursed viciously.
Sounds of leather cutting through flesh followed .
In a cold and dark room, a woman lay butt naked on the floor in a very pathetic state. She was currently being flogged mercilessly with a whip by another woman.
The assailant had a malicious and hateful look on her face as she rained lashes upon lashes on the back and legs of the woman on the floor.
The woman on the floor kept groaning weakly as tears streamed down her face. Only when the assailant's hand was feeling numb from overexerting did she stop.
She had no remorse or sympathy for the lady she had just whipped in her face. All that could be seen was just intense hate, crazed jealousy and disgust.
"You vixen! This will teach you to know your place and stay there. You are nobody, so you had better let that be ingrained in your pathetic mind. You are only worth the dirt beneath my shoe and nothing else. Don't think that, because you are being called princess by those commoners, you are actually one! You are nothing but a pathetic bastard who has no power nor worth! You are a vixen who only knows how you use her face to seduce men! A pathetic slut is the title you truly deserve!" The lady holding the whip spat out her voice laced with pure hatred.
She raised her boot-covered feet and pressed down on the woman's wounds harshly.
A hoarse scream echoed throughout the room as an immense pain enveloped the beaten woman.
The woman holding the whip smiled as she drank in the screams of pain coming from the other.
"This is your true place. Beneath the soles of my boots." She declared as she laughed maniacally.
When she had enough, she removed her foot and wiped it on the untouched parts of the woman's body with disgust.
She turned to leave but suddenly seemed to remember something, so she stopped and turned back.
"Also, be aware that if a word of what happens today leaves this room, I will make you pay dearly. You are aware of what I can do, so I need not elaborate further." She threatened viciously.
She waited for the tortured lady to voice out an affirmation in the form of a weak grunt before she nodded in satisfaction and left.
If one looked at the whipped girl carefully, one would be able to realize that she was beaten in places where she could easily cover up with clothes.
Places like her face, hands and other obvious places had been purposely evaded.
The assailant obviously had years of practice to be able to know where to hit to avoid exposure.
Time passed and the lady remained lying on the floor with no signs of moving.
After about an hour of lying motionlessly on the ground, she finally had the strength to drag her battered body off the ground.
If not for the words of that woman earlier, one would not be able to realize at first glance that this lady was a princess.
A princess of a grand kingdom at that!
Their first thought would be that she was probably a servant girl of some sort that probably offended the lady of the house, so she was punished.
After rest, she was finally able to push her body off the ground and stand on wobbly feet.
She hobbled to a corner of the room to pick up the dark cloak she had placed there earlier.
As she bent, some of her wounds that had begun to slowly ripped open again. This causes her to groan and grit her teeth.
After much effort, she successfully picked it up and put it.
She hobbled towards the door, opened it and looked out to see if there was any other person.
She was already well aware that there was no one on this side of the palace, but out of habit, she still checked carefully.
She walked out slowly, shut the door and moved on to her room.
Thankfully, her room was not far from this deserted area, so she reached there within a short time.
When she was safely in her room with the door locked, she did finally relax.
She walked towards her bed slowly and sat down carefully lest she aggravate her wounds further.
Once she was settled, the sad expression on her face changed immediately.
She wiped the tears she had shed previously and donned a hateful look.
Princess?
What a joke!
Her life was even worse than that of a pig at the royal stone, so how could she accept this idiotic title.
It was just conferred to her so her father would seem like he was a good man and father who couldn't bear to abandon his child no matter the situation.
To her father and his family, she was nothing but a stain on their perfect lives.
According to the way she was often called by her family, she was a bastard.
An illegitimate child who sullied their reputation.
Her good father would have tossed her if it weren't for some laws that had been set in place by the founders of the alliance.
The alliance was a pact that happened after the war fought between all supernaturals.
It was used to unify their interests so there wouldn't be chaos nor another war.
During the war, there were some people who had intimate affairs with other raves, thereby breeding halflings. Some people were disgusted by the halflings, so they tossed them into the streets and left them for dead. In order to promote the acceptance of these species in the name of alliance, a law was created.
There were a lot of laws, but one of them stated that one mustn't abandon one's own offspring, no matter their lineage or race.
So, here she was.
Malia Carlton.
Illegitimate princess of Ethiopia.
Favoured in the presence of outsiders but treated less than dirt behind closed doors.
Abused since childhood.
What a pathetic life she had in order to hold the title of princess.
The person who
Whipping her earlier was none other than her sister.
Stepsister to be more precise.
What a family she had!
Chapter 1 Malia
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Chapter 2 Desperate
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Chapter 3 Marriage
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Chapter 4 Frozen
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Chapter 5 Farewell
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Chapter 6 Intense
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Chapter 7 Inward
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Chapter 8 Motion
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Chapter 9 Guarantee
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Chapter 10 Spot
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Chapter 11 Repay
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Chapter 12 Candidate
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Chapter 13 Delegate
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Chapter 14 Intense
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Chapter 15 Wandered
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Chapter 16 Incurred
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Chapter 17 Emerald
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Chapter 18 Duckling
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Chapter 19 Charade
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Chapter 20 Glimpse
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Chapter 21 Retreat
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Chapter 22 Steps
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Chapter 23 Furious
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Chapter 24 Palace
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Chapter 25 Await
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Chapter 26 Mute
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Chapter 27 Quarter
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Chapter 28 Still
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Chapter 29 Welling
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Chapter 30 Peer
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Chapter 31 Verge
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Chapter 32 Beam
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Chapter 33 Unheard
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Chapter 34 Defeat
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Chapter 35 Manner
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Chapter 36 Jolt
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Chapter 37 Kick
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Chapter 38 Lake
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Chapter 39 The Worst
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Chapter 40 Struck
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