Lahat ng Kabanata ng She’s The Alpha King: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

_Zephyr’s POV_ The early morning sun slipped past my curtains, spilling across my bedroom floor. Birds chirped outside, flying around the inner courtyard of the Silver Wolf Packhouse. If you listened only to the wind and watched the light shining over the walls, you’d think today was a beautiful day. But deep within me, it was far from that. Deep in my chest, a storm raged. I stood in front of the mirror in my room, staring at my reflection. The uniform had just arrived this morning, shiny black pants, a buttoned tunic stitched with silver thread along the collar, and a family name sewn over the left breast. The name of the Silver Wolf Pack. My family’s name too. The future Alpha’s uniform. My chest and throat tightened. Tomorrow, I’d be leaving for the Royal Wolf Academy, the same academy where male heirs from powerful packs trained to become leaders. It was a place of wicked politics and even more wicked expectations. I had known it was coming for months, but heari

_Zephyr’s POV_ The silence stretched like a taut wire about to snap. I could feel every pair of eyes in the hall boring into me, but none more intensely than the gray ones directly in front of me. Prince Kael stood barely three feet away, and up close, he was even more overwhelming than I’d imagined. He towered over me by at least half a foot, his presence filling the space between us like smoke. His school uniform fit him perfectly, emphasizing broad shoulders and a lean, powerful frame. He didn’t speak immediately. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, studying me with the kind of lazy interest a wolf might show a rabbit that had wandered too close to its den. The corner of his mouth curved upward in what might have been a smile, but there was nothing warm about it. “Interesting,” he said finally, his voice low and smooth. It carried easily through the silent hall, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “A pretty boy from nowhere shows up and already wants to pick a fight.

_Zephyr’s POV_ My eyes fluttered open and I groaned. Pains exploded all over my body, but I bit back the wince at the tip of my tongue. The healer in the room checked me once again and thankfully, he didn't touch my chest or remove my clothes since the injuries I sustained were merely on my arm and legs. After his instructions, I left the infirmary and returned to my room for a warm bath. Kael had really tried to kill me. Goddess. After a while of staying still in my room, I stood up to my feet and walked out. I shouldn’t have stepped out and come out here. The pain in my ribs was still very real, even after the healer at the infirmary had done his best. But the pain in my chest was worse. I couldn’t sleep, not with the sting of humiliation still clinging to my skin like a second layer. I could still hear their gasps, still feel the thud of Kael’s sword against my body. I needed to move. To remind myself why I spent years training. Why I endured pain and silence an

_Zephyr’s POV_ The bullies left the cafeteria like they owned the whole school. The worst part was that they didn’t even take much food. Just enough to make a scene. Elias and I waited until they were gone before stepping forward to grab trays of our own. “Those guys are the worst,” Elias sighed, picking up a muffin and an apple. “Honestly, I don’t get why they’re still here. They’ve all broken at least ten rules.” I nodded, forcing a tiny smile as something suddenly clicked in my head. “They have connections, remember?” “Or maybe the principal just hasn’t caught them doing anything serious yet.” He said. He was here before me, so he could be right after all. I didn’t say anything. I just picked my food and followed him to one of the empty tables by the window. The sunlight streamed through the glass, making the whole place feel warmer, but it did nothing for the chill sitting in my stomach. We ate mostly in silence, except for Elias commenting on how dry the panca

_Zephyr’s POV_ I stared at the folded paper in my hand like it was a bomb. A prefect had handed it to me right after morning drills. No words, just a harsh look before walking off like nothing happened. My fingers shook a little as I opened the note. Only six words were written in thick, black ink: “Principal’s Office. Now. Don’t be late.” The words were simple, but something about them made my stomach twist. I wasn’t in trouble—at least, I didn’t think so. But still, being called to the principal’s office felt like walking into a trap with no idea what kind. I stood outside the big wooden door for a while, pretending to fix my shoelace just to catch my breath. The hallway was eerily quiet. I reached up and fixed my cap, tucking in the strands of hair that had slipped out. It was a habit by now, but today it felt different. Like I was being watched. Finally, I knocked. “Enter,” came a deep voice from inside. The room smelled like old books and lemon polish. The walls