Semua Bab Hybrid King: A Royal Affair : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Cassia’s Pov So, this was really happening? I thought to myself as I stood in a long line with other girls and some guys, sold off and on our way to the heartless Hybrid King’s palace.Why am I not surprised that my aunt actually sold me off? She had been saying it since the decree was passed, stating that the palace needed more servants. Each human village in the Alderan Kingdom was required to sell off a child aged fifteen and up or sell themselves for a hefty sum. Otherwise, the officials would choose someone forcefully, leaving the home and village with nothing to gain.I can’t blame her, really. She wouldn’t sacrifice her own sons or daughters for a niece—a glorified slave in her house.I never knew my father, and my mother died giving birth to me. I was entrusted to her care, and everything went well until she had children of her own. I became their nanny, housekeeper, and errand girl, forgetting that I was still a child—just seven years old—craving love and attention. But that

Cassia’s Pov We were finishing the dressing of the brunch table for the royals when the doors burst open, and a shrill female voice rang out, “What do you mean he’s not coming down? How long will he ignore the issue of his dead brother?”The maids and I immediately formed the "courtesy formation." I remembered learning that this was a sign of respect for high-ranking officials or royalty—positioning ourselves at the edges of the room, either individually or together.It wasn’t hard to distinguish the full hybrid royalty from their cousins. Their strides and auras were thick and effortless, and their beauty was striking. I obviously couldn’t gawk at them, but a careful glance confirmed it.Thankfully, I was just wall decor until the king arrived—or didn’t, as it seemed he might not show up. The hybrid killer was truly disturbing them, especially the loud woman, who seemed to be the king’s aunt.“Calm down, Aunt Viktoria. I’ve spoken to Landon. He’ll convince him,” a female voice said

Cassia’s POV Sienna’s disappointment was almost comical. When I told her that the hybrid killer was none other than His Majesty, she practically cried.“We are doomed, Cassie. Doomed,” she said, sprawling on the floor of our shared room in the servants' quarters.There were five of us in a room, but the others were still busy with their evening chores.“Why, drama queen?” I couldn’t help giggling at her antics.“Don’t you see?” She sat up, “He can kill his own brother—a hybrid too—easily, with no remorse. How much more for us? We don’t stand a chance at all. Hybrids are at the top of the chain, but the king? He’s beyond that chain.”I understood what she meant. But if we followed that line of thinking, we’d only become more scared—scared of our own shadows. Like Sienna was right now, as we were told to serve refreshments to the king and his sister in one of the gardens. I had thought only the older servants got to be around the royals directly, but I guessed I was wrong.I nudged my

Karl’s Pov It was her. She was the cause. I had thought that I was losing my shit when I couldn’t pinpoint where the magnetic scent was coming from, but it was from this human. As she cleaned a side of my study, I fought hard to focus on what Landon was saying, trying to ignore her pounding and steady heartbeat. I wasn’t always this aware of the heartbeats of people around me, but hers was tempting. It wasn’t just her blood that was inviting, but her scent in general. “I’ve been informed that they increased the agreed price again. All attempts to get them to reconsider are futile, and they won’t sell it to us,” Landon concluded. “Then burn it to the ground.” I was so done with those fickle nitwits of a timber supplier with no proper business ethics. A screeching noise of a metal bucket against the wooden floor, along with the tumbling of other things, caught our attention, and we snapped our necks to the source. Not being used to such sudden loud noise in my study, I was alm

Cassia’s Pov “The soup is too salty today,” Diane muttered. “I thought it was only me!” Sienna concurred. We were having dinner in the dining hall in the servants' quarters. This miserable food keeps taking me back to the breakfast I had with the king. It’s been a few days since I crossed paths with him, and on the noon of the same day, he and his second passed me without even blinking in my direction. It’s weird how that hurt somehow. “Do hybrids or vampires actually enjoy human food? I know werewolves do,” Sienna asked, and of course, Diane knew the answer. “Hybrids, yes, but not vampires. They just eat because they can, but would pick blood any day and time. Vile creatures.” She abandoned the soup for the breadsticks. “So is blood for hybrids not a necessity?” I asked. “They are part vampires, Cassia. They also need blood to function well, but obviously not as much as full vampires.” “They are also vile creatures,” Sienna added, and I found myself shaking my head in disa