TO SATE AN ALPHA’S FURY

Sophie's POV “This is impossible.” I managed to say the words.I reached for the library shelf. The air smelled of old, rusty papers. I touched a worn-out journal. It tingled. Almost like a heartbeat.“The Ledger of Satiety.” My heart skipped. My father told me stories of Alpha Alaric, the legendary king. Now I held his personal journal.He would teach me ancient recipes and speak of Alpha Alaric while we cooked.I snatched the book. My excitement caused a mistake. I knocked over my open water bottle.Liquid spread across the historical pages. I could not stop it.Oh, no! No, no, no. I muttered.My hands shook. The librarian would expel me or even worse if she get to see this.I took the book and ran to the restroom. My heart raced. I entered a stall. I grabbed a paper towel. Dabbed the pages.Please, please. I whisper a plea.The towel soaked up the water. New words appeared on the last page. They looked like a dark bruise. The ink was messy.“My love. If these words reach you. Ple

Sophie's POV The sword sliced through the air. The sound was a sharp scream. It signaled my death.I squeezed my eyes shut. My shoulders bunched toward my ears. I waited for cold metal to hit my skin I did not think about history. I did not think about time travel. I thought about the smell of the apron my father wore. I realized I would never say goodbye to him.Clang!The sound vibrated through my skull. It reached my teeth. My body braced for pain. The pain did not come.The pressure around my shoulders vanished. I lost my balance. I stumbled forward.My arms fell to my sides. I opened my eyes slowly. I did not trust the silence.The hemp ropes lay on the stone floor. Alaric had sliced them clean.He stood over me with the sword. He did not look at my neck. He looked at my red wrists. Guilt flashed across his face before it was replaced with that familiar, tyrant mask. He turned toward the council. His voice echoed through the hall. "The spirit remains and she will no longer b

Sophie’s POVThe atmosphere in the royal kitchen had changed. It was no longer a battlefield. It now felt like a sanctuary. The suffocating weight of suspicion that greeted me on my first day was gone.The staff no longer looked at me with hate. They stood straight. Silas and the other master chef bowed their heads. Silas spoke first. "Chef Sophie.” His voice was thick. His voice sounded sincere. He didn't look up from the floor. He stepped forward and held out his hands. The hands I had saved from the blade. "We owe you more than our livelihood. We owe you our lives. We are at your command." Silas said.I felt a lump form in my throat. Back home, my kitchen was a place of high-stress egos and shouting.But here, it was life and death. I reached out for his hands. I gently squeezed them. "No commands, Silas. Just help me keep the Alpha fed. That’s all the thanks I need."Martha stood by me. Her eyes sparkling like she’d just seen a miracle. "Sophie, that soup... I’ve never

Alaric’s POVThe door closed behind Sophie. The sound echoed in my chamber. My skin felt hot. I stood in the silence. I am the Alpha of Blackwood. I am the King of the North. Men tremble when I speak. My council bows. My enemies flee. Yet a girl in strange clothes had accused me of harassment.Muah.I touched my lips. I looked at the soup. My head was thumping from the wine. My mind was spinning faster. What had I done? I tried to remember the night. I remembered the garden. I remembered the scent of jasmine. I remembered her holding my arm. The rest was a dark void."Cassian!" I roared.The side door opened immediately. My Beta and oldest friend stepped in. He did not look at the broken furniture. He looked at me with a smirk. It made me want to shift and tear his throat out."You called, Your Majesty?" Cassian asked. He crossed his arms. "Or should I say, Your Romance?""Silence." I barked. I paced the length of the rug. "The Chief Royal Chef. She claims I... I laid hands on her

Alaric’s POVI staggered out of Elara’s court. My boots crushed the scent of her perfume into the stone. I got to my chamber. I slammed the door. The fits returned. My muscles coiled. My bones felt like they were melting and hardening at the same time. I gripped the edge of my desk. I watched my claws sink into the wood.My mind refused to focus on the pain. It focused on Sophie. I saw her pale face in the kitchen. I saw her slumped shoulders. She was angry. She was exhausted. I had used my mouth to steal a moment from a woman who owed me nothing.I needed to fix the damage. I needed to please her before Cassian returned with her bag.I called for the guard outside my door. I told him to find Thomas the Jester. I told him to bring the man to me immediately.I sat in the silence of my room. I tried to become normal. Then a flash of memory hit me. I saw the garden. I saw the moon. I felt the pressure of Sophie’s lips on mine. The memory was faint. It was like a dream in a fog. But i