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Chapter 13: The Electric Current

Author: Agatha Power
last update publish date: 2026-06-20 01:20:09

The narrow service corridor felt as though it were running out of air. Evangeline was entirely lost to the panic, her small frame curled tightly against the base of the black stone wall as her lungs seized. The shallow, desperate wheezes cutting through her throat were growing weaker, her body trembling so violently that her head knocked repeatedly against the rough masonry.

Torin knelt on the cold flagstones before her, his large hands hovering in the empty space between them. For a warrior w
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  • The Alpha's Unwanted Queen    Chapter 13: The Electric Current

    The narrow service corridor felt as though it were running out of air. Evangeline was entirely lost to the panic, her small frame curled tightly against the base of the black stone wall as her lungs seized. The shallow, desperate wheezes cutting through her throat were growing weaker, her body trembling so violently that her head knocked repeatedly against the rough masonry. Torin knelt on the cold flagstones before her, his large hands hovering in the empty space between them. For a warrior who had faced down rogue hordes and severed the heads of monstrous beasts without a flicker of hesitation, he felt utterly paralyzed. His commanding Alpha aura, usually a weapon of absolute compliance, was only suffocating her further. He pulled the oppressive energy back into himself, desperately trying to quiet the crackling power that filled the hallway, but the damage was already done. She was slipping into unconsciousness right in front of him. "Look at me," Torin rumbled, his voice droppin

  • The Alpha's Unwanted Queen    Chapter 12: The Breaking Point

    The service corridor behind the Great Hall was narrow, drafty, and smelled of cold stone and damp wood. It was a passage meant for servants, a quiet artery away from the roaring warmth and heavy judgment of the main room. Evangeline stumbled through the heavy scullery doors, her breath catching in her throat in jagged, uneven gasps. She set the heavy iron platter down on a wooden prep table with a clatter that vibrated through her teeth, her hands shaking so violently that she could barely open her fingers to let the metal go. Beneath the thick linen bandages Martha had wrapped around her palms, her skin throbbed with a rhythmic, fiery heat. But she barely felt it. The terror suffocating her chest was a far more lethal pain. He thinks it's an act. The realization spun through her foggy, poisoned mind like a sickening carousel. She had tried so hard. She had woken before the sun, scoured the flagstones until her fingers bled, and quietly served the very men who despised her, all to

  • The Alpha's Unwanted Queen    Chapter 11: The Performance

    The Great Hall of the Midnight Packhouse was a cavern of sensory overload. Long oak tables groaned under the weight of massive platters of thick-cut bacon, roasted venison sausages, baskets of dense sourdough bread, and pitchers of dark, steaming ale. The air was thick with the scent of roasted grease, woodsmoke, and the vibrant, overwhelming auras of nearly a hundred awakened wolves laughing, shouting, and trading rowdy post-dawn jabs. Alpha Torin descended the wide stone staircase slowly, his heavy boots sounding a steady thud against the wood. He was dressed in black leather and a dark tunic, his damp hair swept back from his face. He had spent the last two hours reviewing border security reports, but if he were honest with himself, his focus had been entirely compromised. His mind kept drifting back to the southern tower—back to the pale, terrified face of the Ironwood princess clutching her blanket as if it were a shield. His inner wolf, Fenrir, was still pacing a restless path

  • The Alpha's Unwanted Queen    Chapter 10: The Weight of Submission

    The heavy oak door swung open with a slow, deliberate creak that sounded like a death knell in the quiet kitchen. Evangeline squeezed her eyes shut, her knuckles turning stark white around the wooden handle of her scrub brush. Her breathing hitched, a tiny, terrified gasp catching in her throat. She stayed frozen on her hands and knees, her head tucked so low that her chin pressed against her collarbone. She braced herself, waiting for the harsh shout, the heavy strike, or the cold disgust she was so accustomed to receiving back at the Ironwood packhouse. But the heavy, booming footsteps of a warrior didn't follow. Instead, there was a soft rustle of linen, followed by the light, brisk patter of sensible leather shoes. The footsteps stopped abruptly. A sharp, collective intake of air pierced the silence. "Merciful Mother," a woman’s voice whispered. It wasn't the voice of a young, arrogant warrior, nor was it the sharp, venomous tone of Victoria. It belonged to an older woman, ric

  • The Alpha's Unwanted Queen    Chapter 9: The Dawn Scour

    Fear was a highly effective alarm clock. Long before the first pale sliver of gray light could breach the jagged eastern peaks of the northern mountains, Evangeline’s eyes snapped open in the darkness. She was sitting upright on the hard wooden floorboards, her back pressed rigidly against the solid oak door. Her body shook with a violent, uncontrollable tremor—partly from the bitter, sub-zero draft sweeping through the glassless window slit, and partly from the sheer adrenaline coursing through her veins. The silver-root poison was still a heavy, leaden ache in her chest, but the terror of being late, the terror of the "consequences" Alpha Torin had threatened, was far more powerful than any numbing toxin. If you are late, there will be severe consequences. Torin’s deep, gravelly warning echoed in the quiet corners of her mind. Beside it, her father’s lethal whisper chimed in like a sickening harmony: He will give you to his monsters for their pleasure. Eva scrambled to her feet,

  • The Alpha's Unwanted Queen    Chapter 8: The First Night

    The heavy oak door of the attic room groaned on its rusted iron hinges as the guard shoved it open. The space inside was small, sharp, and biting cold. Situated at the highest peak of the southern tower, the ceiling sloped drastically down to meet walls of bare, uninsulated black stone. A single, narrow slit of a window looked out over the jagged mountain crags, completely devoid of glass to keep out the elements. The howling northern wind blew straight through the opening, carrying with it fine, icy crystals of snow that dusted the floorboards. Alpha Torin stood in the doorway, his massive frame completely blocking out what little warmth and light drifted from the torches in the stairwell. He crossed his thick arms over his broad chest, his jaw set, his golden eyes gleaming with a cold, sharp intensity. He had deliberately followed the guard up the winding staircase. He wanted to witness the exact moment the spoiled Ironwood princess finally broke. He wanted to see her scream, stamp

  • The Alpha's Unwanted Queen    Chapter 7: The Cold Welcome

    The iron gates of the Midnight Packhouse shrieked as they swung open, a harsh, metallic scream that cut through the roaring mountain wind. The transport wagon finally groaned to a halt in the center of a massive stone courtyard. Shadows stretched long and jagged across the snow-dusted ground, cast

  • The Alpha's Unwanted Queen    Chapter 6: The Frozen Border

    The transport wagon was a rolling cage of ice and iron. Hours bled together in a grueling blur of bone-rattling bumps, sharp turns, and the agonizingly slow drop of the temperature. Evangeline huddled on the floorboards, her knees tucked tight against her chest as she tried to use the excessive, he

  • The Alpha's Unwanted Queen    Chapter 5: The Parting Whispers

    The wind outside the pavilion howled like a dying beast, whipping flakes of aggressive, icy snow against the heavy black canvas. Inside, the atmosphere was dead silent, save for the heavy, retreating footsteps of Alpha Torin and his formidable guard. They didn’t wait for her. They didn't offer a cl

  • The Alpha's Unwanted Queen    Chapter 4: The Winter Summit

    The neutral summit grounds sat in a desolate, forgotten valley where the borders of the two packs collided. A massive pavilion of black iron and heavy canvas had been erected over the frozen earth, snapping violently in the biting northern wind. Inside, a long stone table split the room in two, act

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