Semua Bab Reborn as a dragon Queen : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Ayla's pov The cold water splashed over my legs again. I did not jump. I did not make a sound. I was used to it. “You missed a spot, stupid girl!” a sharp voice cut through the air. I looked up. Mila, a tall she-wolf with a mean face, was pointing at a patch of floor I had just scrubbed. “Yes, Mila,” I whispered. My voice was always soft. I bent down again and started to scrub the spot with the rough brush. “You are so slow!” she spat. “Are you even trying?” “I am sorry,” I said, not stopping my work. “I will be faster.” “You better be. If I see one speck of dust, you will sleep outside again. And do not think the Alpha will help you. He does not even know you exist.” I did not answer. I just nodded. My hands were red and raw from the soap and water. My knees hurt from pressing on the hard floor. My stomach growled, empty and tight, but I had learned long ago not to ask for food. Another maid walked by and laughed. “She thinks she is special because the guards gave her old bre

I stumbled back, my feet catching on the stone floor. “Take her,” Sylvia’s voice cut through the air, sharp and cold as winter ice. The guards did not wait. They lunged for me. My body moved before my mind could catch up. I struggled, my legs kicking out, my arms thrashing against their strong grip. It was no use. They dragged me out of the maids’ quarters and into the open courtyard. The cold evening air bit into my skin. “No! Let me go! Please!” My own screams bounced off the high stone walls, loud and desperate. I looked around, hoping, praying for someone to step out of the shadows. Other maids were there. I saw their faces in the dark doorways and behind windows. They watched. But no one moved. No one made a sound. No one dared. “Pin her down,” Sylvia ordered. A hard shove sent me to my knees on the rough ground. My arms were wrenched behind my back. Tears started to fall, hot and fast down my cold cheeks. “Please, please don’t do this—” I begged, the words choking me. Syl

felt fear when the door flew open. Sylvia stood there. Her face was red with anger. "So you kept her in your room all day?" she yelled. Her voice was sharp. "This dirty thing?" She jumped at me. But Caius caught her arm in the air. "You're hurting me, Caius!" she screamed. "You are hurting me!" "I told you the last time, Sylvia," he said. "If I did something wrong, I am sorry!" she cried. "But do not punish me like this. I know you are trying to teach me a lesson by... by taking this omega!" She said the word like it was poison. "Go away," Caius said coldly. "What—Caius—" "I said go away," he repeated. He looked at the guards. "Take her out." "Do not touch me!" Sylvia screamed. But the guards pulled her out. Her eyes burned into me before the door shut. It was quiet for a moment. Then, a soft knock. The head maid was there. "Alpha. I came for Ayla. To tell her about her new job." Caius looked at me. "You can go," he said kindly. I bowed my head. "Yes, Alpha." I turned t

I closed my eyes. My body was weak. It still hurt from having the baby. I slept, but it was not good sleep. I dreamed of falling. Again and again. The cliff. The wind. Caius's cold eyes watching me fall into the dark. I woke up fast. My heart was beating hard. The room was bright. The two suns were high in the sky. Eren was next to me. Her face was white, like ash. "My Queen," Eren whispered. "You are awake... the Alpha... he is here. He is coming now." My heart jumped. "Now? No, I am not ready—" The big wooden door flew open. It hit the wall with a loud sound. A man stood there. He was tall. He had wide shoulders. His black armor shone like stone. His eyes were red, like he did not sleep. But there was no sadness in them. Only fire. This was the King. This was Thorne. He walked in slowly. Each step was heavy and loud. His boots hit the floor like drums. He smelled of metal and old blood. Eren bent low, her head down. "Your Majesty, welcome home. The Queen is still weak—" "G

The sky was red like fire as the suns went down. I stood by the window ever since I left the supposed funeral. The air was quiet. But inside my chest, the anger still burned. It was not sharp anymore. It was slow and steady. Like a warm coal deep inside. The door opened. I did not need to turn. I felt him. His anger filled the room before he even spoke. Alpha Thorne walked in. The door slammed shut behind him. Eren, who was folding clothes near the bed, jumped. Her hands shook. She bowed fast. “Your Majesty.” The Alpha’s eyes cut toward her. Just one look. Eren lowered her head and hurried out. She did not dare stay. The room was silent now. Just me and the Alpha. Thorne stood in the center. His jaw was tight. His fists were closed. He did not speak yet. I turned slowly from the window. I faced him. My back was straight. I was not afraid. At last, he spoke. His voice was low, too calm. “You shamed me today.” “You shamed me first,” I said. My voice was even. His eyes darkened.