Piper gave up her dream and served as waitress to raise her sister's abandoned baby.,She bumped into her prince EX, Nicholas, in the crazy Luna choosing game.Nicholas: How could you hide my little girl?!Piper: EXM? She's not yours!Nicholas: You had a child with someone else right after we broke up?!

Working 14 straight hours at a restaurant was hard enough, but to do so while my daughter was sick, threatened to pull my heart out.

On top of worrying about the overflowing orders, my daughter's fever, I had to avoid the wandering hands of my boss.

“Just a minute, Piper,” he said, sliding up beside me. Before I could escape, he placed his hand on my butt. “I need to inspect this.”

His eyes were on the food, but his hand squeezed my bottom.

I snapped, “Move your hand, Boss. Or so help me, I will dump these plates straight onto your head.”

He grinned like I amused him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He was right, and I hated that.

The current economy in the Werewolf Kingdom was bad for everyone. So many people were out on the streets, unable to support themselves.

Without this job, I’d likely be out there among them. As a single mom.

Boss turned into me. He slid his free hand around my waist and pulled me against him in a mockery of a hug. He used the closeness to openly stare down the front of my shirt.

“I have to take out the food.” I swallowed down the bile rising in my throat. “The customers are waiting.”

“Let them wait.” Boss licked his lips. His breath smelled like cigarettes.

I tilted my head away. “We’ll get complaints.”

He leaned into me, pressed his nose to the side of my neck, and inhaled.

I barely repressed a tremor of revulsion. My stomach flipped.

To my side, someone laughed. An older waitress plucked a roll of paper towels off the top shelf.

“You shouldn’t resist, honey,” she said. “Everyone knows you don’t have a man at home. Unless…” She laughed again, loud and cruel. “Were you hoping to be chosen as Queen of the Selection?”

Recently, the royal family announced that they were selecting potential brides for three princes. With updates regularly released over the news broadcasts, people flooded in to watch the televisions hanging in our restaurant.

As far as I could tell, everyone was invested in the Luna Choosing Game – except me.

Boss laughed too. Some spittle hit my cheek. “You are daydreaming if you think you’ve got a shot, wolf-less.” Roughly, he yanked me backwards so he could rub himself against the curve of my backside.

The twitch of interest in his pants nearly made me throw up.

He reached around me, hands gripping the shelves to my right and left, and boxed me in.

“I’ll give you three days to decide, Piper. Either you come to me at night or you’re fired.”

The rejection sat primed on my tongue. But he wasn’t done.

“Aren’t your daughter’s medical bills due next week? How tragic, if you couldn’t afford them.” He smiled as he spoke, enjoying his own cruelty.

All of the blood drained from my face. My daughter, Elva, had recently contracted werewolf pneumonia. I needed money for her treatments and her medicines. She still wasn’t recovered.

Boss moved away from me then, leaving me in a daze.

The rest of the shift was a blur.

After work, I returned home to my small two-bedroom apartment.

My roommate and best friend Anna stood in the doorway to the bedroom I shared with Elva.

“How is she?” I asked. Anna watched Elva for me while I was at work.

“She had a mild fever, but it just broke,” Anna said.

“She’s okay now?” I couldn’t keep the worry from my voice.

“She is.”

I sank against the side of the counter. Exhaustion pulled at my muscles.

“Did something happen at work?” Anna asked. She’d been my friend a long time, so she probably already knew the answer just from looking at me.

I didn’t want to worry her, so I kept my explanation vague. “Boss acted weird again. But it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“That bastard,” Anna cursed. She’d seen right through me. “You shouldn’t have to deal with his behavior. Heck, you shouldn't be treated like this at all!”

“Anna…”

“No, Piper. I’m tired of this. You were a top student at the Royal Academy. That has to mean something.”

It had meant something once, a long time ago.

“That’s not me, anymore.” Now I was just a wolf-less single woman, trying to support myself and my child.

I sighed.

Anna crossed her arms. “This is your sister’s fault. You never should have sacrificed yourself for that drug-addict and her abandoned baby. And your ex-boyfriend… Piper, you were dating a noble!”

I don't need to be reminded that Elva isn't my biological daughter. In my heart, she is. And I'm not sacrificing anything for her; she deserves everything.

This was a familiar argument between Anna and I. I knew she meant well, so I never got angry. I only felt more tired – worn down to my bones.

I tried to smile, but it was bitter. “You are forgetting that there was always an insurmountable class difference between him and me, even before my sacrifice. And once I lost my wolf… The gap was just too big.”

When we parted, Anna went to turn on the television, while I quickly checked in on Elva.

The darling girl was sleeping soundly. I tucked the blankets more snugly against her sides. After watching her steady breathing for a moment, I quietly made my way from the room.

In the living room, Anna had turned on the evening news. The scrawl at the bottom of the screen read, The Luna Selection: Latest Developments!

Any woman could be considered, from princess to peasant, but only three would marry the princes. From those three, only one would become Queen.

Watching me, Anna held the remote aloft, ready to flip channels. I knew she was excited about the selection. Everyone in the entire kingdom was.

I might have been too, if I actually allowed myself to dream anymore. But who had time for dreaming when life was as it was: work and sleep and work and bills.

I had no room for dreams in my life. I could only focus on survival.

Anna had the volume low, so as not to wake Elva. When the newscasters talked, I only heard every fourth or so word.

“The three princes… selection… first public appearance…”

“I was wondering how they would do this, since the selection is supposed to be a public spectacle,” Anna said. “I thought for a while they might hide the princes behind a curtain or something.”

The royal family were notoriously private. Only the King and Queen’s faces were well-known, and only because they were on all of our money.

“Piper,” Anna gasped. She pointed at the screen, which displayed new footage of the princes waving to a crowd. “Isn’t that…?”

I saw what she saw, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. My heart knew the truth though, suddenly jolting like it intended to leap straight from my chest.

I knew that smile.

Right there on the screen…

That prince in the line…

That was my ex-boyfriend.

Nicholas.

My gaze was fixed to the television screen as I tried to soak in every possible detail of my ex-boyfriend.

In the three years since I’d seen him last, Nicholas had matured, filling out his previously lanky teenage figure. Skinny arms had widened with muscle. His broad torso tapered into a narrow waist.

He’d lost the boyish width to his face. His cheekbones had always been high, but now his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass.

He had been handsome when we’d dated.

But looking at him now, at the man he became..

He was jaw-droppingly gorgeous.

And apparently… a prince?

I’d known he was nobility, but I had no idea he was that high in the royal succession.

“Turn it up,” I said.

Anna increased the volume, until we could hear the newscaster’s voice.

“With the borders unstable and the economy in decline, the public has expressed fear for both their future and the future of the dwindling next generation. Through this choosing game, the royal family hopes to inspire the public…”

“It’s a good distraction,” I said. Everyone I’d encountered today had been talking about it, instead of their usual woes and worries. “

Anna said. “I’m inspired.” When I gave her a disbelieving look, she shrugged. “It shows the royal family is actually trying, instead of sitting up in their high towers, ignoring us. That gives me hope.”

The voice on the television continued, “In addition to providing entertainment and comfort to the everyday populace, the selection offers a unique opportunity for the princes, who have yet to find their mates. As per law, a prince needs a partner to inherit the throne.”

Logically, upon seeing Nicholas in the lineup for the selection, I knew he didn’t have a mate, yet still my brain struggled to make sense of it.

When we’d dated, Nicholas had been kind and generous, talented, handsome. How could someone like that have failed to find their match?

“Can you believe this?” Anna asked me. “They are all so handsome!”

The footage of the three princes played on a loop. This time, I was able to see more than just Nicholas. Like the person beside him. One of his brothers.

Julian?

Nicholas and Julian had both been classmates of mine at the Royal Academy, but they had hated each other. Everyone saw them as arch-enemies. They were actually brothers?

“The royal family requires all unmarried women aged 18 to 22 to apply,” the newscaster continued. “The deadline is in two days.”

The news segment ended, and another story began. Anna lowered the volume again.

Anna shifted on the couch, lifting one leg onto the cushion so that she could face me. “When are you submitting your application?”

I shook my head. “I’m a single mother, Anna. I don’t think that meets the criteria.”

“Elva is your sister’s baby, not yours. How long are you going to let yourself suffer for it?”

“Elva isn’t a burden.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. What I’m trying to say is that you are holding yourself back. You shouldn’t be stuck here as a waitress in a dead-end job with a handsy boss. You deserve more. You don’t belong here.”

Elva was more important to me than anything in the whole world. I had no intention of leaving her behind so that I could blindly chase a crown.

“What about you?” I deflected. “You don’t belong here either.”

Anna gave me a sad smile. “I’m too old to apply.” She shrugged. “Come on, Piper. There’s no harm in applying. You should submit the form. I’ll look after Elva if you’re selected. Plus, you won’t have to worry about your boss at the restaurant anymore.”

“Only if I’m selected, and that’s a big if.”

I couldn’t deny the temptation. My time with Nicholas had been… special. To be offered the chance to see him again sent my heart racing. But that was a problem in itself.

What Nicholas and I had ended a long time ago.

“I’m a single mother, I’d never get chosen. And even if I am, I would never leave Elva for anything, not even to become Luna.”

Anna sighed, long and slow. “If I were you, I’d never pass up this opportunity.”

Before I could reply, the news displayed the princes’ video again. Anna immediately unmuted the television.

“The applicant selection process will be screened during the royal consort ceremony. We remind our viewers that this traditional ceremony hasn’t been conducted in half a century.”

“Wow,” Anna gasped.

“During this ceremony, the royal family will utilize its ancient power to select 25 finalists from thousands of applicants. The process is expected to take a half hour. You can watch the entire ceremony right here on this channel.”

“Oh, I’ll be watching alright,” Anna said.

I had no intention of watching, myself. Nicholas was a ghost of my past.

We’d said goodbye three long years ago, but that didn’t mean I wanted to watch other women vie for his affections. The thought of seeing him fall in love in real time with someone else made my stomach twist into uncomfortable knots.

“I need to get some sleep,” I said, pushing weary body up off the couch.

“Please, d-don’t!” I cried, voice breaking in a sob. “Help!”

Nicholas, where are you? Save me. Please! Save me!

“Remember,” said a cruel voice in my ear. “You asked for this.”

No!

“No!” I shouted, springing upright in bed. Sweat clung to my brow. My breaths came out heavy and ragged.

But I was alive. I was safe.

Looking around, I recognized my bedroom. I recognized –

“Mommy?”

Elva stood beside my bed. She watched me with wide eyes.

“Why are you crying, Mommy?”

I touched my cheeks, wiping away tears. I tried to control my breathing and slow the pounding of my heart. I didn’t want Elva to worry.

“It was just a bad dream, honey. I’m okay.”

“A nightmare?” Elva asked.

I nodded.

In a rush, Elva left my bedside to go to her own. She returned with one of her stuffed bears. She held it out for me.

“Teacher said that toys help fight the nightmares. Mr. Fluff will pro… protect you.”

She held up the old bear with its worn button eyes and fuzzy fur so earnestly, my entire heart melted. I quickly accepted it.

“Isn’t Mr. Fluff one of your favorites?”

“Yep! He’s the best. So Mommy won’t cry anymore.”

I set Mr. Fluff beside me on the bed, then reached down and pulled Elva into my arms.

She giggled as I covered her face in butterfly kisses. The sound eased the remaining hurt lingering in my chest.

I would do anything for this little girl.

Elva fell asleep soon after. I returned her to her bed and tucked her in.

The news station had sliced together a preview for the consort selection ceremony. The flashes of Nicholas made my heart ache.

“Who will be selected as candidates for the Luna Choosing Game?” a voice said over the footage of the royal family. “Any woman in the kingdom could be selected. It could be your friend or your neighbor. Or, it could be you.”

I didn’t have time for such silly dreaming in my life. It would be a waste of time for me to even entertain the possibility of being selected. Wolf-less single mothers did not become Luna.

But, who would be the lucky girl?

It had been three days since Boss made his proposition: either I sleep with him or I get fired.

I needed one more day’s pay to cover Elva’s most recent bill. Once I had that, I could resign and hopefully find something else.

Boss trailed his eyes down the length of my body. Staring openly at my breasts, he licked his lips. “Don’t think I won’t, Piper. I’ll be waiting for you.”

In the restaurant, all of the female patrons talked excitedly about the selection. To cater to them, Boss turned all of the televisions on the walls to the royal consort ceremony broadcast.

“Which one do you think is the most handsome?” asked one patron to her friends.

They’d ordered a plate of loaded nachos to share. I carefully placed it in the center of their table.

Another girl spoke quickly. “Are you kidding? The others are cute, sure, but Nicholas is obviously the hottest.”

The other girls quickly agreed.

Startled, I hovered at their table. They were right, of course. Nicholas was the most objectively attractive, but to hear people talk about him so casually still surprised me.

For three days, I’d tried to reconcile in my mind that the Nicholas I had known was also the eldest prince of the kingdom. But I still couldn’t quite manage it.

Nicholas had always been proper. But a prince?

“Piper, is it?” one of the girls at the table asked me. I jumped, realizing I was still standing there. Yet before I could apologize, she asked me, “Which one do you think is the most handsome?”

“Nicholas,” came my automatic answer. “Excuse me.”

Embarrassed at having been caught daydreaming, I forced myself to focus on work. And I succeeded – until I heard Nicholas’ voice come from the speakers.

“The kind of woman I’d prefer?” Nicholas said. “Someone loyal. Strong. Even tempered. And she has to like to children.”

“Check, check, and check,” came a voice from the table of girls. “He’s describing me! It’s meant to be.”

“Dream on. He’s clearly describing me.”

“You don’t even like kids!”

“Yeah, well, we’ll see which of us make it through the preliminary selection. Then you’ll see!”

The screen showed the interviewer. “Children, hm? Does that mean we can expect you to have a big family, Prince Nicholas?”

The camera panned back to Nicholas. He gave a small smile, but his eyes were guarded. “It’s my duty as a prince to continue the lineage. But, yes, I’d like to have a large family.”

The girls squealed in delight. “He’d make such a good father!”

Nicholas glanced at the camera, and for a moment, it seemed as if he was staring straight through it. I froze in place, like he could see me.

My heart ached.

He glanced off to the side again, looking at the interviewer, and immediately, I felt foolish. Of course, he couldn’t see me.

He probably hadn’t thought of me at all since the breakup.

I pressed my hand over my heart, hoping to soothe away the touch of pain there.

What was wrong with me? We hadn’t seen each other in three years. I couldn’t still be hung up on him. Sure, I hadn’t dated anyone else since, but that didn’t mean anything. I’d been too busy to date.

I wasn’t lonely. I had Elva, and I had Anna. I didn’t need romance to be content.

A bell dinged in the kitchen, signaling a meal was ready. I went back to retrieve it. When I returned to the dining room, Nicholas was still on the screen, but speaking on an entirely different topic.

“The underground market is something that the royal family is investigating with the utmost seriousness. This illegal trade of wolves and their gifts is dangerous for every person in the kingdom.”

I dropped the plate of food in my hand.

The restaurant silenced at once, all eyes on me.

Nicholas continued, “The weakening of any one wolf, weakens the whole pack. We cannot let that go unpunished.”

“Piper,” one of the other waitresses hissed at me, waking me from my stupor.

I stood among ceramic shards and ruined food. “I’m sorry.” I quickly set to cleaning it. As I did, I cursed myself so loudly in my thoughts, I couldn’t hear any more of Nicholas’ interview.

By the end of my shift, I was worn down and exhausted. After my accident, I pushed myself as hard as I could, focusing solely on work and forgetting all else.

I did not once lift my eyes to the television again, not even when the table of girls bemoaned their disappointment with the selection results.

I hadn’t applied. I wouldn’t be on the list. Why even bother looking?

I worked until closing, scrubbing dishes in the sink. After washing away a particularly stubborn clump of food from a plate, I noticed how quiet it was around me.

Usually the cook had to clean the stove, or prep for tomorrow. Almost always, he was the last to leave at night. But he was nowhere to be seen.

Neither were the other waitresses, who had said they would clean the dining room. The lights in the dining room were dimmed.

I was alone.

A puff of hot air brushed the back of my exposed neck. The stench of alcohol permeated the air.

Gripping the plate I’d been cleaning, I immediately swung around, ready to knock Boss over the head with it. Anything to get away.

But I was a moment too late. Boss had been expecting the attack.

He knocked the plate onto the floor, where it smashed to pieces.

One arm circling around my waist, he pressed his hips hard to mine, wedging me against the lip of the sink.

I was trapped.

Boss’s free hand ripped open the buttons of my shirt, revealing my lacey white bra. He pressed his palm against my breast.

“Let me go.” Panic swelling within me, I struggled against him. He only held tighter, rougher, fingers biting into my hip and my chest.

Without my wolf, I didn’t have the strength to break free.

“Don’t be shy, wolf-less.” Boss pressed his nose to my cheek. I felt him smile against my jaw. “You have a child, after all. I know you aren’t a virgin.”

When Nicholas had touched me, it had been nothing like this.

Nicholas had been excited and eager, but gentle, too. He’d pressed his lips to my skin and –

Boss bit the side of my neck.

I cried out, and renewed my struggle. But it was too much. Without my wolf, he was just too strong.

“Be good and take what I give you,” Boss said. “Quit the blushing virgin act.”

“I don’t want you!” I shouted.

He laughed. “Who cares what you want?”

Then, suddenly, a sharp thud sounded, and the insistent press of Boss’s body fell away.

I opened my eyes.

Boss was unconscious on the ground. A group of soldiers in uniform stood behind where he’d been.

One of them, at the front, held up something near my face. When he lowered it, I saw it was a picture of me.

“Piper?”

Panic still clawed at my throat, silencing me. Even though they’d rescued me, I still didn’t feel safe.

Who were these soldiers? What did they want?

“Are you Piper?” the soldier asked again.

I nodded.

“Come with us,” he said. He signaled to his squad. They began to file out of the kitchen.

“…Where?” I managed to ask.

“Didn’t you want the royal consort ceremony?”

“N-no.”

“You were selected, Piper. We’re here to escort you to the palace.”