All Chapters of The Alpha & The Harpy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31. Down To The Dungeons Waiting for Maven to arrive at Doctor Ingram's home, he had finally persuaded Sephora to remove her blood-stained royal garments and go for a shower, although black never stained with blood, the fabric itself would never quite be the same after trying to get that volume out. The older Raven also managed in the same swoop to convince the princess to release, to the doctor's well-trained eyes, the mostly-dead human carcass. He was certain this had been the correct decision. Allowing him time to examine the body thoroughly, while the sweet, young, princess showered and cleaned off as much of the blood as she could. Not all had access to baths, and showers themselves were not entirely common below the nobility's ring. The Doctor's home in the noble quarters was one of the least grand, tucked in a forgettable corner. The type of home that would be given to new nobility, who had been granted titles or who worked in the castle providing essential service

Chapter 32. Ravens, Peacocks, Eurasian Eagle Owls Evening had dropped its dark curtain over the Raven Harpy's Lands and mountainous alpine Kingdom. It was picturesque and brimming with the mysterious atmosphere it sometimes held. The castle being carved into the tops of the tallest of the three mountains, the one in the centre, meant that despite the thick cloud cover that all of those below the summit would experience tonight, the royal household and all of those who dwelled within would get to enjoy the spectacle of the crescent moon. The stars shimmered and glistened around the moon, as did each of the beads that were woven onto Lady Nox's dark evening dress; slimmer and fitting, but still holding a regal aura to it. If it were not for the Raven Queen's snow white skin, no one would have known she was there. Her dress and wings perfectly camouflaged her into the sky of her stone balcony. She still slept in the King's bedroom, having never moved their things. Of course, no hig

Chapter 34. The List of High Noble Houses "Ah ha! Here it is!" She beamed with a cold smile, pulling her chalice to her lips and licking a little of the blood wine off of her lips. Raven Blood Wine really was a delicacy. The mist on top of the mountain had grown this evening, not curling against the bottom of her closed windows. Outside, it enveloped against the mid-spires, almost completely veiling the structure, but not quite. The high spires of the obsidian palace were the only place you could still see the stars. Wind tonight was a delicate breeze, as though some great whispers of lost secrets were denied entry into the castle, atop the tallest of the three mountains. Queen Nox sat in the chair at her desk. Her impeccable wings, folded closed, still revealed their sheer size, her talons, black tipped almond nails, between sips, she began tapping a measured rhythm against the arm of her ornate chair as she read the names and considered each family. The list lay before her, parc

Chapter 36: The Green Dress Servant. The Peacock Harpy Prince, named at 23, had encouraged and covered the younger Eurasian harpy princes at 19 to help him commit an unspeakable act. Raping one of the Raven Servants at the castle. The Raven servant who ended up getting jumped this night by the Peacock's manipulative scheming had black wings, ice-white eyes, and a pale face with blood-red lips that was far too pretty to be a servant at all. Dressed in a green noble robe and brassy body plate, she had returned back-up from the disused stairs that lead down into the old dungeon. It was used as a dump for food waste to rot these day, not as the main dungeon. The queen had the castle renovated a few years back and had a more modern dungeon built with updated torture contraptions to her specifications and likings for the grim and grizzly requirements that came with sentencing as the Raven Queen. Having found unicorn chains in a corner and locked up her new favourite captive in them, her

Chapter 38: Scars In the chambers designated for the Peacock Harpy guests visiting the Castle, Lady Charula sat on a white wooden chaise lounge. It seemed very much out of place with what she viewed as the rest of this dark, dull, and intricate décor of the room. A sea glass green, and bottle blue velvet was thatched in that chevron weave, that Queen Charula was so used to. Studded with white pearls in gorgeous intermittent intersections. She had this brought with her traveling here, to assure that she was allowed the form of some comforts of home and familiarity. 'Raven's truly had no taste,' thought the Peacock Queen. As she lounged. The servants were not the ones who had helped pack and take their luggage away. No. It had been soldiers of the Royal Guard, in their dull and dark uniforms. Lady Charula couldn't help but observe the way they assessed the room; the door where her son had still lain sleeping the morning away and packed away what was needed in a way that also felt