Alpha King's Human Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

I picked up my tea and bread after moving over to the servants’ quarters and sat down at the opposite end of the hall to finish my lunch. “Hey, Micaela,” “Hello,” I said, sitting between them. “Hey....” Josiane calls out, nudging my shoulder. “Why are you so pale white? One would think you just saw a ghost. “ She joked, laughing, but when she noticed my reaction, the smile was wiped from her face. “What happened? Don’t tell me you actually saw a ghost. “ She gasps out. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.” “Yeah, I feel like a lot of vengeful ghosts could be roaming the palace because of how unfairly they have been killed.” Godiva whispered so only the two of us could hear. Though I doubt that was necessary, given that the beasts had super hearing, allowing them to hear even the faintest whisper. “I wish I did.” I murmured, looking down at the loaf of bread in my hand. “Seriously, what happened?. You are beginning to scare me.” “Josie is right. You don’t look too good.” I

I hastened to the kitchen after lunch, tying aprons behind my back. Even though my schedule changed and I won't be working here, I didn't want to arrive late this evening. I didn't want to be punished—not after yesterday's incident. One of the maids in charge of serving the food had gone to rest during the lunch hour but ended up coming late for her duties. Madam Despina had called the guards, asking them to take her to the dungeon, and they dealt with her. They lathered her body with various marks after caning her. before raping her in succession. The last thing I wanted for myself was this. Opening the kitchen door to check if I had arrived on time, i breathed a sigh of relief as I positioned myself in front of the washbasin. I ignored the chefs' shouts, concentrating on the dishes I was cleaning, until I felt my hair being pulled violently and was carried from the kitchen while the maids looked at me pityingly. I put my hands on my hair in an attempt to ease the pain my sca

MICAELA With my heart pounding, I turned around once I was positive he had left the room. I continued with my work, ignoring the closet door opening as I faced away from the king. After doing my chores for an hour and a half, I was about to finish when I turned around and encountered a hard chest. As the scent of lavender and wood filled my nostrils, I moaned and rubbed my forehead with my hands. I looked down, finding the floor fascinating. “You’ve been avoiding me. Why?” His deep, raspy voice asked, closing the little gap between us, making it difficult for me to think as his sweet smell engulfed me. “I’m not avoiding you, your majesty,” I reply, with my head still cast down. “Really, then why won’t you look at me?” I said nothing, biting softly on my lips and just regretting it when I felt a sting, causing me to wince. “Lift your head up.” He commands softly. I shook my head, keeping my head down and refusing to look up at him. “I said to raise your head up.” This time,

ORPHEUS It made sense that she was afraid of the beast, just as my people were. Especially when this fragile. I sighed, rubbing my hands against my face as I tried reaching out to her again. She kept pulling away from me, reversing position whenever I attempted to touch her, until her head struck the wall. Knowing that it is all in vain, I let out another sigh. She believed I wanted to harm her, which means she was going to keep moving away. I needed to let her know that I wouldn’t hurt and could never hurt her. Somehow, I meant every word, moving closer to touch her cheek, and as expected, she flinched. “I won’t hurt you, Micaela; I will never hurt you. Trust me.” I spoke to her as softly as possible. She studied me closely, trying to gauge how sincere I was in my words. She must have recognised something in them since she didn't flinch from my touch and instead relaxed a little. After picking her up from the floor, I left my room and went to the spare bedroom across the

Micaela pov. Digging my head deep into the soft, comfortable pillow, I almost moan at how great it felt under my skin. This was the best sleep I have ever had in my entire life, but I know it had to end because I needed to wake up to reality and realize that I was still a slave, with work I had to attend. I yawned, stretching my hands and body the pain of yesterday gone completely. With the feeling of being re-energetic, I got down from the bed, immediately tiding up the bed and the room. I was about to make my way out to get my cleaning supplies when a note on the table caught my eye. Going over to where the table was, I picked it up. A small gold card with well-written, black-inked handwriting was placed on it. Thankfully, I was taught how to read, so I was able to know who the note was from and what it said. “You are free for the day; rest up.” A giddy feeling took over me; I wasn’t sure what to think about the mercy and kindness the king had shown me. This was the firs