Semua Bab The Alpha’s Unwilling Heir-Bearer: Bab 1 - Bab 10

ELOWYN“My dearest Luna. The one who stood by me when I had been too wounded for company. The one who nursed me and sat beside my bed until I began to feel whole again… This is how I have chosen to reward you…”Alpha Kieran muttered, slinging one leg over Sabrina’s and pulling her closer.I shut my eyes and tried not to cry. After the ceremony, Sabrina had chosen me as her maidservant and ordered that I remain in the chamber while she and the Alpha consummated their bond.She hadn’t only stolen my dress and the place that should have been mine, she was now going to make me watch as the Alpha claimed her body in the sacred act of mating.I watched as the Alpha’s hands moved over the bodice of her gown, his eyes closed, his expression intent as though he were seeing her with his senses. His long, capable hands trailed slowly down her stomach, and my own body clenched as though it were me he was touching.When his fingers reached the hem of the gown I had worn earlier today and began to

ELOWYN I spent the night in the holding cell, rats and all sorts of creepy, crawling insects keeping me company.I didn't sleep a wink, too afraid I’d be bitten by a scorpion… or worse. The walls of the cell were damp and cold, and my teeth chattered through the long, empty hours. I tried to curl into myself, arms wrapped around my knees, but it didn’t help. The chill found every corner of my body.I was starving. My stomach clenched painfully, twisting with hunger, and I felt like I was on the verge of hypothermia. My fingers were numb, and my lips had started to crack. I wasn’t a wolf. I didn’t have the strength of one. I was human, through and through, and my body wasn’t built to endure cruelty like this.Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I heard footsteps echoing down the stone hallway toward the rusted iron gates. I bolted upright from the cold, damp floor and ran toward the bars, my palms curling around them, tears already burning in my eyes.The two guards from t

ElowynI was led by the guards to my room, the one I was told I would share with three other servants, all of them women, in the southern wing of the palace.I was still in my chains like a slave, and the heavy metal made every step slow and tedious. The guards did not care. They dragged me along mercilessly, their grips bruising my arms. I bit my lips hard to keep from crying out.“Make way, for the Luna approaches,” one of them declared.Sabrina walked ahead of us, head held high, her back straight and regal. She didn’t need to speak. Her presence alone scattered the servants who dared to approach. They turned quickly and scurried away, their eyes lowered in fear, desperate not to cross her path.After several more minutes of walking down the narrow corridors of the southern wing, Sabrina stopped before a small door. She turned to me, her eyes sliding over me with malicious contempt that made my stomach twist.“Come on, Elowyn. Get in.”The guards shoved me forward and released me.

ELOWYN As Betsy turned away to climb onto her own bed, I slowly eased into mine but couldn't close my eyes.I stared up at the wrought iron that held the bed above mine, thinking of home. My brother Brennan might have been a bully, but he could be tolerated. Father loved me. His only fault was that he never paid enough attention. I missed home. I missed the smell of baked bread and the constant bickering between Brennan and me.Tears filled my eyes at what Sabrina had turned my life into, but I refused to let them fall.The door swung open again, and this time, two girls entered. They looked slightly older than Betsy and me, and a frown marred their features the second their eyes landed on me."Who are you, and what are you doing here?""She's our new roommate, and she works with the Luna," Betsy said quickly, jumping from her bunk. Her voice was tinged with excitement, and she grinned from ear to ear. "Isn’t it great?""No, it’s not. She’s a liar. Servants who work with the Luna don

ELOWYN Cecilia stepped back and raised her hand, a silent command for the other two women to halt.“If she wants to bathe herself, we cannot force our hands on her,” she said with finality.I stared at her, uncertain if I had heard her correctly. Her tone was not mocking, not filled with the sharp edge I had expected. Instead, there was warmth in her gaze, the kind that made my chest ache.“If Adeline told me she didn’t want anyone’s hands on her, I would not allow anyone to lay a finger on her,” Cecilia continued, her voice softer now, carrying something protective in it.Her eyes lingered on me, and I realized with a start that she was acting more like a mother in that moment than Bertha ever had.“Come on,” she said at last, stepping back to sit on the only stool in the room. Her short dress rode up as she settled, exposing her smooth, shaven womanly part. My eyes flickered there before I could stop myself, and heat flooded my cheeks. For a wild second I wondered how she had manag