All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha and His Wolfless Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

After Lila recovered from her wounds, I gave a command I rarely ever did. I told the guards to summon all the maids to the Great Hall. Every single one. I didn’t care if they were sweeping, cooking, or scrubbing toilets… they were to stand before me, now. I waited at the top of the stairs, arms folded across my chest. The hall below slowly filled up with their nervous chatter. I could hear their hearts racing. Good. That meant they knew what they had done… or what they allowed to happen. One by one, they shuffled in, eyes darting, hands fidgeting. I stepped forward slowly, letting the silence weigh heavy in the air. My boots echoed with each step. I didn’t need to yell. My presence alone made them shrink back like cowards. “Line up,” I said simply. They did. “Eyes on me,” I added. They obeyed. I cleared my throat and clasped my hands behind my back. “Where were you the night Lila was attacked?” There was dead silence. I lifted a brow. “Do I need to ask again?” Sara, the head

I jolted awake, gasping like someone who had been drowning in a nightmare. Sweat clung to my bare chest, and my heart thudded against my ribs like a war drum. For a second, I just sat there, staring at the wall, trying to catch my breath and shake off the feeling that clung to me like shadows. It was that dream again. The same one that had been haunting me for what now felt like an age. Only this time... it was different. The faceless wolf caught up to me. She didn’t attack. She didn’t growl. She just stood there, right in front of me, watching me like I was a stranger. Her eyes… if she had any… they pierced straight through me. I asked her, “Who are you?” but she didn’t answer. She turned around and ran. Just ran. And that, somehow, felt worse than all the times she tried to tear me apart. I ran a hand through my damp grey hair, sighing. I couldn’t make sense of it. The silence in the room was heavy… too heavy for comfort. For once, I forgot I was the alpha of a pack of fearl

woke up with a weird sort of fluttering in my chest. Not fear, not exactly excitement either. It was something in between. That morning, I was supposed to resume my duties as Alpha Kaidon's personal maid after the long break he had compelled me to take. Just thinking of him made my heartbeat act funny again. Not that it mattered. I was just a maid. A gifted maid, apparently. I tied my apron, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and headed to the kitchen. I already knew what he liked for breakfast… scrambled eggs with diced vegetables, slightly crisped bacon, warm honeyed bread, and black coffee. No sugar. No milk. Alpha Kaidon didn’t do “soft,” even in his meals. The kitchen was already alive with the clanging of pots, the faint sizzle of oil, and that quiet tension that always lived in the air here. I stepped in and offered a soft, "Good morning," to the other maids. Nothing. Not a single response came from them. That was strange, really. I tried again, directing my words to the cl

I had sent for Sara, the head of the maids. I knew she'd be hesitant, maybe even scared, but I also knew something else… she had secrets. And secrets were leverages. While we waited for her, Clarkson leaned back lazily against the edge of the table, spinning a coin in his fingers like he didn’t have a care in the world. “You think she’ll play along?” I looked at him and smirked. “I don't think she will; I know she will. She doesn’t have a choice.” He scoffed. “You sound confident.” “Because I am.” “What are you not telling me?,” he asked. “What do you wanna know, my friend?,” I asked, smiling wryly. “What you know about the head of the maids that makes you sound so confident. If I'm gonna help you kill Lila, I need to know everything.” “I see,” I paused. “Well, remember the night I told you I saw someone…” The knock on the door came at just the right time, interrupting me. I didn’t need to answer. Clarkson already stood, crossed the room, and opened it. Sara stepped in hesita

“Hey, Lila. How are you?.” “Hey, Lila. Got time to talk?.” “Hey, Lila… hey, Lila…” It had become a National Anthem… one I hated to hear. Something wasn’t right. I could feel it. Sara, the head of the maids who once barely acknowledged my existence, had suddenly decided I was her new pet project, one she was determined to see the end of. It started yesterday, right after Alpha Kaidon had traveled. But that wasn’t the biggest thing bothering me. It was Sara. That same Sara who once tossed a mop at me for not cleaning the dining hall fast enough had brought me lunch with a wide smile on her face. Actual lunch. Warm. Extra meat. A bigger portion. No rotten vegetables. “It's just a peace offering,” she had said, as if she knew I was about to say no. I had blinked three times before accepting the tray, and even then, I had only taken tiny bites, half-expecting her to come back and say she gave it to me by mistake. She didn’t. “Thank you,” I muttered, not sure she heard me. La