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7. Private Promises
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2026-06-04 20:07:56
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30 Days With The Ruthless Alpha King 8. Seeds of Vengeance
Zara’s POV I woke up on the cold, dirty floor of the slave prison. My back burned like fire from the silver whip marks. Two nights had passed, but I was still not fully healed. Every small movement sent sharp pain through my body. I forced myself to sit up anyway. The other slaves kept their distance. They whispered behind their hands when they thought I could not hear as they passed by. Some looked at me with pity. Others with fear but no one offered help and that was fine. I did not need their pity. Through the small barred window, I could see the high stone walls of Blackstone Keep. Cressida was up there, sleeping in the stone fortress like some kind of queen. The thought made my blood boil. She thinks she has won. I touched the fresh scars on my back and winced. The pain only fed my hate. Cressida had everything now, special treatment and Lady Elara’s favor I heard from Ara that she even had a public dance with Lucian in front of the whole hall at the end of the feast an
30 Days With The Ruthless Alpha King 7. Private Promises
I stared as the guards dragged Zara into the great hall. Her clothes were dirty and torn. Bruises covered her face and arms. She looked thin and weak, but the moment her eyes found me, pure hatred burned in them. Through the old mind link we shared from our years as best friends, her voice hissed inside my head. “Look at you, Cressida. Walking beside Lady Elara like you belong here. Alpha Lucian gives you special treatment. He lets you stay in his fortress, buys you pretty dresses, give you freedom to walk the village, and now a seat at the feast. But always remember that you are no better than the rest of us slaves.” I did not answer out loud. I just glared back at her and she smiled menacingly. Anger rose hot in my chest and my wolf growled low inside me. The guards dragged Zara to the center of the hall, right in front of the head table. She stumbled and almost fell, but the guards jerked her upright. “Jealousy is an ugly thing,” Elara said loudly so the whole hall c
30 Days With The Ruthless Alpha King The feast of Consequence
I walked beside Elara down the dirt path into the village. The guards stayed a few steps behind. The air smelled of fresh bread and wood smoke. Sunlight felt good on my skin. Elara pointed ahead. “We need ribbons and herbs. Stay close.” I nodded and touched my necklace. It felt nice to have it back. We stopped at a stall with bright cloth. Elara looked at red ribbons. I stepped away and looked at silver charms. A wolf pendant caught my eye. Suddenly, old woman with gray hair stepped close to me. “You should not be here, girl.” I turned. “I came with Lady Elara.” She leaned in and whispered, “The king carries a curse. Blackstone blood eats him from inside. Blood and shadow. If you stay near him, it will take you too.” I blinked, confused. A curse? It sounded strange. I turned to ask what she meant but the old woman had disappeared. I did not think much about it and soon forgot her words as Elara called me. Elara took my arm. “You look lost. Stay close to me and let’
30 Days With The Ruthless Alpha King 5. The Night He fell
Cressida’s POV I lay on my narrow bed staring at the stone ceiling. Two whole nights had passed and Lucian had not sent for me. The silence felt heavy and suffocating. My wolf paced inside my chest, restless and jealous. What was he doing? Was he with another woman? The thought made my stomach twist. I had to find out. In my old pack, I learned how to pick locks when I wanted to slip away at night without anyone knowing. Tonight, I used that old trick. There was no guard standing outside my door anymore, so it was easy. I worked the simple lock with a thin piece of metal I had hidden, and the door clicked open quietly. My heart beat fast as I stepped into the dark hallway. The fortress was quiet at this hour. I moved carefully, staying close to the walls where the shadows were deepest. Every small sound made me freeze. If a guard saw me, I could be locked up again or worse. Lucian’s anger was cold and sharp. I did not want to imagine what he would do if he caught me sneaking
30 Days With The Ruthless Alpha King 4. The dying Wolf
Lucian’ POV The door slammed behind Cressida with a finality that echoed through my chambers longer than it should have. How dare she? The words still burned on my tongue. She had slept in my bed, curled against me like she belonged there, and the very next morning she asked for a favor as if she were anything more than a warm body serving out a contract. As if one night of weakness on my part gave her rights. I paced the room, jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached. No one asked anything of me. Not anymore. Not since Naya. The moment you gave an inch, they took everything. I had learned that lesson in blood. I stepped out onto the private balcony overlooking the training grounds, needing air. The morning sun felt too bright, too harsh. My chest tightened suddenly, a familiar warning. I gripped the stone railing, but it wasn’t enough. A harsh cough tore from my throat, wet and metallic. Blood splattered across the pale stone bright red against gray. “Fuck.” Before I could
30 Days With The Ruthless Alpha King 3. A dangerous kind of Mercy
The days began to blur inside the stone fortress. After the first brutal night, the routine shifted in small, almost imperceptible ways. The guards no longer dragged me through the halls like a prisoner. Instead, they escorted me with detached politeness. My meals improved. I started eating more healthy and delicious meals. Warm stew instead of stale bread, fresh fruit, even a small cup of spiced wine one evening. After each night, new furnitures were added to my once plebeian room. A vanity, a couch and even a wooden chest for my few belongings. Elara visited more often than I expected and I was more than delighted by her visits. She would appear in the late mornings, her dark robes whispering against the stone floors, carrying a quiet kindness that felt dangerously out of place in Lucian’s domain. Sometimes she brought books or a simple embroidery hoop. Other times she simply sat with me in silence, as if she understood that words could be too heavy. “You’re adjusting,” she sa
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