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Owed By Alpha Agora
Last Updated : 2026-01-20
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Alpha Agora, ruthless leader of the Blood-fang pack, wants nothing to do with the mate bond after being betrayed before. But when he finds Seraphine in his chambers, destiny refuses to let him walk away. Torn between the woman he loves and the mate he resents, Agora is trapped in a dangerous game of power, betrayal and forbidden desire. Seraphine must chose…remain the powerless omega that everyone despises, or rise as a Luna who can bring empires to its knees.
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Owed By Alpha Agora Chapter 61
Agora’s POVShe slipped in after midnight.I knew every footstep in this palace, every guard’s heavy stride, every servant’s hurried shuffle, every nervous pause where fear freezes the air. Obedience has its own rhythm here, and I hear it everywhere.Seraphine shattered that rhythm.I’m at my desk, the study door closed, candles almost burned down to nothing. Papers gather dust in front of me. I had switched on the shower so she wouldn't be alarmed whenshe returned. My wolf stirred under my skin, pacing, uneasy...not because of threats or politics, but because of her.The door opened.Too quiet.I didn’t need to look up. I felt her arrival in the shift of air, in the sudden tightness in my chest, like something of mine just crossed a line I never permitted her to cross. She slipped inside, closed the door behind her with deliberate care.Late. So much later than she should be.My hand dug into the edge of the desk.I should call her name. Demand an answer. Remind her servants not to
Last Updated : 2026-01-20Owed By Alpha Agora Chapter 60
Seraphine’s POVMorning in the slave dining hall is never really silent. It pretends that everyone keeps their voices low, heads down, moving carefully, but real quiet only lives where there’s no fear. Here, fear is everywhere. It lives in the clatter of wooden bowls, in the scrape of benches on stone. It sits heavily on our shoulders. It squeezes our throats.I sat next to Anaya, hands wrapped around a cup of thin porridge that tasted just a little like ash.Across the hall, Lady Verya’s laughter drifts in from the nobles’ corridor beyond the partition. Light, amused, untouched by hunger or punishment. I swallowed. “Anaya,” I whispered, hardly moving my lips.She glanced over, just the corner of her eye. “If you’re about to say something dangerous, eat first.” I almost laughed. Almost.“I saw the necklace again,” I said.She froze, spoon hovering. “The one you told me about?”I nodded.“Alpha Kael’s sigil. She wears it during punishment rounds. Every time.”Anaya’s jaw locked. She le
Last Updated : 2026-01-17Owed By Alpha Agora Chapter 59
Agora’s POVSilence isn’t empty. It presses in, thick and heavy. I didn’t notice it at first, just the way the noise faded after Seraphine stopped filling the space. She used to command a room without saying a word. Defiance showed in her jaw, her slow, deliberate eye lifting. Even whenshe followed orders, you could feel her resistance, coiled beneath her stillness. She was enduring, not surrendering.That’s gone now.She moves like a shadow trapped in its own outline. No hesitation. No trace of anger. Not even a flicker of resentment when someone says my name. Honestly, that shakes me more than her outright rebellion ever did.I catch glimpses of her, always working, always hunched under a load that looks too heavy for her. Her shoulders have narrowed, her hands look rough and raw, and the skin is split and badly healed. She doesn’t complain. She never pleads. She won’t even glance my way.The first time I noticed, I brushed it off as a coincidence. The second time, irritation flare
Last Updated : 2026-01-16Owed By Alpha Agora Chapter 58
Seraphine’s POVWhen you start to figure out where pain comes from, you start looking for it everywhere. Trying to track it is almost. I didn’t write anything down. Didn’t ask questions. Didn’t hover or stare. I just remembered.Lady Verya was always up before the sun. She sipped her tea alone in the eastern antechamber, never sweet, never hurried. She would inspect the servants with her chin high, eyes sharp, as though she expected disappointment. Mornings were for punishments, afternoons for humiliation. She saved her worst for when she had an audience. But honestly, the nights were what mattered. Nights were hers alone. My work changed fast. It's no longer a regular chamber. Instead, I got the kind of jobs that wore you down, scrubbing stone floors that were already spotless, hauling water from the lowest cisterns, sorting through records that smelled like old dust and rot. I didn’t mind the exhaustion. It blurred the edges of everything else.Still, I kept count. The first nigh
Last Updated : 2026-01-16
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