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The Price of Silence
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Claimed By The Alpha The Price of Silence
The first pale light of Monday morning spilled softly through the sheer curtains of Ryleigh’s small room, stirring her awake with its gentle insistence. She blinked open her eyes, the familiar quiet of the mansion settling around her like a heavy cloak. Today promised little more than routine—but for Ryleigh, that was a small mercy.Sliding out of bed, she dressed with practiced efficiency, pulling on the modest servant’s clothes she had laid out the night before. The faded gray dress clung lightly to her slender frame, and she smoothed her straight hair back from her face in the mirror, trying to tamp down the unease that simmered just beneath her skin. She had learned to keep her head down, to stay out of trouble, but trouble had a way of finding her nonetheless.By the time she reached the kitchen, the air was already warm with the scent of herbs and baking bread. Natalia was there, humming quietly as she set the table.“Morning, Ryleigh,” Natalia greeted with a smile. “Ready for a
Claimed By The Alpha The Beta's Secret
The wind slipped through the trees, cool and damp against Ryleigh’s skin, but she couldn’t feel anything except the tightness in her chest. She wandered far beyond the garden wall, beyond the dining room and its heavy truths. Her legs had carried her without direction, her heart pounding, her breaths shallow and quick. She clutched her arms around herself, trying to slow her spiraling thoughts, but it was like trying to hold back a storm with shaking hands. I’m the daughter of the former Beta. My mother was human. Callum is my half-brother. The thoughts came like waves, crashing over and over, each one sharper than the last. Her knees gave slightly, but she braced herself on the rough trunk of a tree, grounding herself in the bark. She closed her eyes, willing her breathing to slow. It didn’t. Her throat tightened. They hadn’t told her. Her adoptive parents—the ones who raised her, loved her—had died before they could say anything. Before they could explain who she really was.
Claimed By The Alpha Bloodlines and Betrayal
Derek laced his fingers through Ryleigh’s as they stepped into the quiet dining room. The morning sun poured through the tall windows, casting golden rays across the long table and polished floors. Ryleigh’s heart beat a little faster, not just from the warmth of Derek’s hand but from the strangeness of it all—being here like this, not as a servant, but as… something else.They approached the buffet, a beautiful spread of brunch favorites. Silver trays gleamed with scrambled eggs, thick-cut bacon, golden waffles dusted with powdered sugar, and a steaming pot of creamy herb potatoes. A smaller tray held fresh-cut fruit—berries, sliced peaches, and ripe melon—and beside it, a platter of pastries drizzled with honey.Ryleigh hesitated, fingers tightening slightly around the plate in her hand.“You okay?” Derek asked gently, his thumb brushing against hers.She nodded slowly. “It’s just… weird. I’m usually the one serving this food, not eating it.”Derek gave her a soft smile. “You’re not
Claimed By The Alpha Bound By Something More
The morning sunlight filtered gently through the thin curtains, bathing Ryleigh’s room in a golden haze. Sunday. Her second day off. She lay still for a few minutes, watching the way the dust danced in the light. The pack house was unusually quiet—no clattering in the kitchen yet, no voices in the hallway. Maybe even time had slowed down in anticipation of what the day might bring.Derek was coming. He had said they’d tell his mother about them.Ryleigh turned onto her side and stared at the far wall. Her stomach twisted in knots. What exactly were they supposed to say?Hi, Margaret. I know I’m not allowed to even speak to you, but I’m dating your son now. Surprise!She groaned, pulling the blanket over her head.What if Margaret forbade it? What if she punished Ryleigh—or worse, Derek—for getting involved with someone beneath his station? She couldn’t even imagine what Alpha Damien would say if he found out. Not that he had a right to say anything. He was engaged. Publicly committed.
Claimed By The Alpha Something Like Fate
The sun was warm on Ryleigh’s skin as she walked beside Derek, their hands clasped between them like it was the most natural thing in the world. The town buzzed with quiet life around them—shopkeepers sweeping their stoops, children chasing each other past flower carts, the distant clang of a bell from the blacksmith’s forge—but none of it mattered. Not really. All she could focus on was how perfect this moment felt.They took their time walking toward the sandwich shop, neither in any rush to reach their destination. Derek would occasionally point something out—a mural painted on the side of a bakery, a wooden bench where he'd once fallen asleep after a long shift at the clinic—and Ryleigh found herself leaning her head against his shoulder, laughing softly at his stories. He tightened his hold on her, rubbing his thumb gently over her knuckles.Her heart ached with every step.Everything felt too perfect, like something borrowed from someone else's life. Her brain kept warning her:
Claimed By The Alpha Fractures and Fading Hope
The morning sunlight crept through the curtains, painting golden streaks across Ryleigh’s floor. She blinked against the light, her body heavy, her mind even heavier. Last night had been a blur of emotions—bright, sharp, and clinging like thorns to her thoughts.She sat up slowly, her heart already pounding as her mind replayed every moment she wished she could forget. The way Damien’s hand had brushed her arm so deliberately in front of Celeste. The cruel twist of Celeste’s lips just before she tripped her. The sting of red wine spilling on the floor. The silent, burning judgment in Margaret’s eyes.But worst of all—no, most confusing of all—was the kiss with Derek.It had been warm and real. His hands, his voice, the way he whispered her name like it mattered. And yet… the image that burned deepest in her memory was that redheaded woman standing too close to him, laughing softly, her fingers brushing his arm as if she belonged there. As if Ryleigh didn’t.The heat of jealousy still
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