THE ALPHA KING'S MAID
Emilia was branded “the cursed omega” from childhood. Cut off from her inner wolf, rejected and despised, she endured five years of a forced marriage to Ricardo—an alpha who secretly hated her. When she finally becomes pregnant, Ricardo tries to kill her by throwing her off a cliff.
But she survives.
Scarred and shattered, Emilia returns to the mansion to retrieve her documents. There, she discovers she has already been replaced—her only friend, Cristina, is in her bed. Rage, pain, and betrayal awaken something inside her she never knew existed: her wolf rises whole, fierce, and lethal. Ricardo dies beneath her claws.
Fleeing the justice of her pack, Emilia becomes a servant to King Alaric, the most powerful alpha in the known world. Alaric is a man of contradictions—ruthless with his enemies, generous to his subjects, insatiable in his desires. And suddenly, he wants her.
Not because she is beautiful. Not because she is submissive. But because she is the only woman whose scent he cannot detect, the only one he cannot read, the only one who unsettles him.
As Emilia navigates the dangers of the royal mansion, she discovers that her curse was never a curse at all. And that King Alaric—the monster everyone fears—might be the only man capable of understanding what she truly is.
But in a world where power is the only currency that matters, can there be love between a king and his servant? Or is there only room for possession, obsession, and mutual destruction?
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Chapter: **Chapter 54: The Perimeter****ALARIC**The forest changed after midday.The trees grew older, thicker—trunks that would take three men to wrap their arms around. The light turned greenish as it filtered through the canopy, and the air grew heavy. My wolf bristled, not with fear but recognition. The same reaction we got near altars or ruins. Something ancient slept in this land.Damián felt it too. He glanced at me from the flank, and through the bond came a single word: *“Careful.”*The horses grew restless. Emili’s snorted and sidestepped. She stroked its neck, murmuring something that calmed it instantly.*“She handles animals better than people,”* my wolf said. *“Especially us.”*We pressed on for another two hours. The terrain sloped upward, rocks scattered between the trees, the path narrowing until we moved in single file.The bond vibrated.Damián. Northern perimeter. The message came through clearly: *“Movement. Three bodies. Wolves. Not vampires.”*I raised my fist. Instant silence.—Wolves —I said unde
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Chapter: **Chapter 53: The Stream****ALARIC**I couldn’t sleep.Emili breathed against my chest with that deep, surrendered calm of someone completely worn out—body loose, mouth slightly open, one hand gripping my shirt as if, even in sleep, she feared I might disappear. I wasn’t going anywhere. But my mind wouldn’t shut up.The mark was sending me strange signals. Not pain, not danger. Something worse: a mix of fear and determination that didn’t match a sleeping woman. As if there were a conversation happening inside Emili that I couldn’t hear—but could feel. Two overlapping frequencies. One was her: warm, familiar, mine. The other was that thing I’d been sensing for weeks behind the mark. Dark, dense, coiled like an animal breathing deep inside a cave.*“Are you awake?”* my wolf asked.*“I can’t sleep.”**“Me neither. She has something that won’t let us rest. You feel it, don’t you? That other presence.”**“Yes.”**“It’s not hostile. If it were, it would’ve attacked already. But it’s there. Waiting. Watching us th
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Chapter: **Chapter 52: The Departure****EMILI**Alaric packed like we were going to war.Because in his head, we probably were.Three horses, two pack mules, provisions for a week, enough weapons to invade a small country. Damián checked the arsenal with the expression of someone counting bullets the way others count sheep. Enzo hauled sacks of food while whistling a tune only he knew. And Lyra oversaw everything with her arms crossed and that general’s expression that made the twins move twice as fast every time she walked by.Silas sat on a log with his bag of books, pale as milk, trying not to look like the weakest link in the group. Without his wolf, he still couldn’t shift, which meant he traveled as a human—slower, more fragile, more dependent. He hated it. You could see it in his tight jaw and in the way he gripped his books, like the knowledge he carried made up for the strength he lacked.—Are you bringing the whole library or just half of it? —I asked, sitting beside him.—I’m bringing what I need. Which happens
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Chapter: **Chapter 51: Half the Truth****EMILI**Lyra basically told me to go to hell—with style.Not in so many words, but the message was clear: *“I’m not manipulating Alaric for you. If you want to go, tell him the truth.”* Then she shut the door in my face.I stood there in the hallway like an idiot, running out of options. Silas had already burned himself by siding with Alaric at the worst possible moment. Lyra had just picked her side. Damián? Not a chance. Enzo didn’t have influence over Alaric—or over a rock.That left me. My mouth that lied too well… and the truth pressing from the inside.I waited until night. Alaric spent the whole day with Damián reviewing maps, so I didn’t have to avoid him. I cooked, cleaned, trained on my own—practicing Lyra’s blocks by punching a pillow until feathers started flying.At nine, I went up to our room. Alaric was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, hair still damp from the shower, sleep pants hanging low on his hips. Those damn pants I’m convinced he wore just to tort
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Chapter: Chapter 50: The RequestALARICMy mood was worse than ever—and Emili and Silas were the reason.My wolf growled when she walked into the office. Low, rough—the kind of growl it reserved for moments when it wanted to rip someone’s throat out, but the rational part of my brain still held the leash.“Alaric, do you have a minute? Silas found something in the altar photos.”I had all the minutes in the world for her. But I also had a working nose—and a wolf that was starting to keep count of how often my woman walked out of that damned library smelling like my advisor.“Come in,” I said.Silas stepped in behind her. Pale, slow, moving with that forced human gait that stirred a kind of pity in me I would never admit to his face. The warlock’s spell had left him without his wolf, and though the healer said he’d recover, every day without shifting cost him a piece of his sanity. I could see it in his eyes—the quiet desperation of a Lycan caged inside a body that no longer obeyed.But pity didn’t stop me from notici
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Chapter: Chapter 49: CoordinatesEMILISilas looked like a corpse refusing to cooperate with death.Pale, hollow-eyed, moving through the library with the stiffness of an arthritic old man. The warlock’s spell had severed his connection to his wolf, and he hadn’t been able to shift for days. For a Lycan, that was like going deaf: technically you’re still alive, but a fundamental part of you has stopped working.“Before you ask—no, I still can’t shift. Yes, I feel like shit. And no, I don’t want to talk about it,” he said without looking up from the table as he pulled a leather envelope from beneath a book. “Look at this.”Five photographs. He spread them out on the table with fingers that still trembled. Photos of the greenhouse altar, taken on his phone the night everything went to hell. Blurry, poorly lit—but readable.At least for me.I leaned over the table, putting on that focused expression I always used when Silas showed me Dark Language inscriptions. The “how interesting, I don’t understand a thing” face—when
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