ANMELDENEmilyI stood in the dim light of the king’s bedroom, my mind spinning. I had no idea why the King was suddenly acting like my savior. He had rescued me from the tavern, promoted me to head maid, and even demanded that I cook for him. Was this a twisted game? I wondered, a chill running down my spine. Was he planning to treat me gently just to break me completely before he killed me? If not, what was his purpose?I could still vividly see the predatory look on Cain’s face right before the king dragged me away. Cain had always called me “pretty,” but I wasn’t stupid. I knew what I looked like. My face was ruined, covered in disgusting, jagged marks. Pretty, my ass. Cain didn’t think I was beautiful; he was just lusting after my exposed body. That was the only reason he used that fake, sweet word.“I’m dressed,” I announced quietly to the heavy stone wall. The king still had his back turned to me, respecting my privacy in a way that felt entirely alien. “You can turn around now.”When h
Kael“My king, I didn’t mean it like that,” Serena stammered, her voice cracking as she pressed her face closer to the stone floor.“Mmm. Then tell me exactly what you meant.” My voice dropped to a low, lethal whisper that made the entire kitchen staff hold their breath.“I’m sorry, sire,” Serena whimpered. “I only meant... she is just a new, unranked maid. She has no standing here.”“And who told you she is my maid?” I asked. Before Emily could pull away, I reached out and grabbed her firmly by the waist, pulling her flush against my side. “She is my queen.”“Your queen!”A collective gasp echoed through the room. Serena’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with horror. Even Emily went completely rigid in my grip, though she had the sense not to open her mouth and ruin the lie.“Yes,” I said, looking down at Emily’s pale, shocked face. “She is here to take her place on the throne, and yet you dared to throw her into that filthy, predatory tavern. For that insult, Serena, you deserve a br
Kael“Where is she?” I finally asked, the words tearing out of my throat before I could stop them.For weeks, I had tried to pretend she didn’t exist. For weeks, I had buried myself in pack politics and paperwork, forcing her out of my mind. But it was a lie. I hadn’t seen her face in nearly a month, and the silence was clawing at my sanity.My beta, Alex, stopped pacing across my office and blinked at me in confusion. “Who, sire?”“The ugly one,” I muttered, using the insulting label to mask the strange knot tightening in my chest.Alex stared at me as if I had just spoken a foreign language. “Her!”I growled, slamming my hands onto my mahogany desk as I stood up. “I hate repeating myself, Alex. Where is she?”“I have no idea, my king,” Alex said, quickly bowing his head. “She was assigned to the lower servant quarters. I haven’t tracked her.”I didn’t waste another second. I marched out of my office, my heavy cloak billowing behind me. Alex hurried to keep up with my long, furious s
Emily“Emily!” Mr. Red’s voice boomed from across the crowded bar. I quickly dropped the dirty rag I was holding and ran over to him as fast as my aching legs could carry me.“Sir,” I said, catching my breath. “You called for me?”“I need you to go down to the cellar and fetch a few specific bottles of wine,” he said, thrusting a crumpled piece of paper into my hands.I blinked, staring at the paper, a sudden wave of anxiety washing over me. “The cellar, sir?”“I believe I spoke clearly,” he replied coldly, his dark eyes narrowing. “Go get the wine.”I looked down at the scribbled names on the list, swallowed hard, and nodded. “I... I don’t know where the wine cellar is.”Mr. Red turned around and pointed toward a heavy wooden door at the very end of the back hallway. Beyond it, the corridor melted into darkness. “Go down that hall. Push the door at the end open. That is where I store my inventory.”“Okay, sir,” I breathed out, my heart starting to race.Every step I took down that da
Emily“I’m here to work,” I whispered, my voice sounding incredibly small even to my own ears.Aliya’s hand curled into a tight, white-knuckled fist. “I am advising you to do your work without a single complaint, Emily. Or else.”“Or else what?” I snapped, a sudden spark of anger breaking through my fear.“You don’t want to know,” Aliya said, her lips twisting into a sad, empty smile that didn’t reach her dead eyes. “You don’t want to learn the hard way why they call this place the Distaste, or how Mr. Red earned his name.” She looked toward the door, her voice dropping to a terrified breath. “Let’s just say the floors aren’t stained with spilled wine.”A cold sweat broke out across my skin. My body trembled, all the fight draining out of me. Without saying another word, I swallowed my pride and pulled the flimsy, see-through dress over my head. It felt like paper against my skin. I immediately crossed my arms over my chest, trying to block myself from view as I followed her back out
Emily“We’re here, Emily,” Mary said, her footsteps coming to a sudden halt. She let out a heavy, ragged sigh before pushing the heavy wooden doors open.I stepped in behind her, and my heart instantly dropped into my stomach. The air inside was thick and suffocating, reeking of stale sweat, sour alcohol, and the sharp, intimidating scent of alpha wolves.The moment the doors creaked, the loud chatter died down. Hundreds of predatory eyes turned toward us, locking onto me like hunters spotting fresh prey.“Where is this place?” I whispered, my voice trembling violently as I took in the terrifying crowd.“This isn’t just a wine store,” Mary replied softly, keeping her eyes glued to the sticky floor as she pulled me deeper into the dimly lit tavern. “This is where the wine master keeps his business.”I hurried after her, my legs feeling like lead.“Mr. Red!” Mary called out, stopping near a dark corner of the room.An older, scarred man turned around. But before he could speak, a younge
Emily“You smell like freezing water,” he murmured. His voice was dangerously low, sending a shiver straight down my spine. “And fear. Why is my personal blood bag dressed like a kitchen rat?”My breath caught in my throat. I chose my words with absolute care, knowing that one wrong word could cost
Emily“Mary, get back to your station,” the head maid snapped at the round-faced girl.Mary shot me a quick, apologetic look before scurrying toward the large prep tables at the back.“As for you,” the head maid turned her sinister gaze back to me, a cruel smile spreading across her face. “Since yo
EmilyI didn’t wake up on my own.The cold hit me first—a full bucket of ice water thrown directly onto my face, soaking through my thin dress and into the straw beneath me before I even understood what was happening.I scrambled off the wooden bed, gasping, my whole body shaking.“What—”“Still sl
EmilySeeing her like this, I quickly pulled her into a tight, fierce hug. I knew exactly what was about to happen to her mind.She had suffered unspeakable trauma from those monsters back home, and the fact that she was trying to tell me meant she was actively revisiting the darkest memories of he







