บททั้งหมดของ FROM REJECTED SLAVE TO MOTHER OF THE ALPHA KING'S HEIRS: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

It was evening, the kind where even the gentle breeze carried the faint fragrance of blooming flowers—unnatural in the heart of winter. A perfect opportunity, Sandra thought, to seize the king’s attention.She arrived at Alpha Karl’s residence, the place he had secluded himself for over a month. He had not summoned her, not spoken her name, not even looked in her direction. Word in the palace was that he had buried himself inside his observatory, drowning in strange studies of science. On the rare occasions he emerged, it was only to train. Cold as ice, ruthless as a slayer’s sword—some whispered that Lois’s escape had driven him to this state, enraging him, humiliating him. A powerless girl had shamed the entire palace guard.“My lady, the king was not expecting you,” the attendant said, bowing politely.“Tell the king I want to see him,” Sandra ordered, her voice sharp, leaving no room for refusal.“I’m sorry, but I cannot disobey the king’s command. No one is allowed inside unless

“We’ve had suspicion she’s being harboured by Lord Barbara, my lord,” Naismith said, head bowed slightly.“Six months now and you still have suspicions? Are you for real?” Alpha Karl snapped, rage flaring in his eyes. “She’s a fugitive — a kidnapper who stole the royal heir — and you come to me with suspicions?”Karl’s knife of fury flashed as he unsheathed his sword, the tip hovering close to Naismith’s throat.“Tell me, Nais!” he demanded.“We’ve tried, my king,” Naismith stammered, heart pounding. “It’s taking time. We’ll do our best to recover the unborn Alpha. We only need permission to raid Lord Barbara’s mansion again.” His voice trembled; he felt the blade of fate at his back.Alpha Karl’s temper threatened to spill. “Why raid now?” Wolfe asked, calmer but alert.“Our secret agent reported that Lord Barbara receives a physician regularly,” Naismith explained. “Sometimes the physician comes even when Lord Barbara is absent. We found that suspicious.”“There is no way Lord Barba

Sandra paced the room with a slow, deliberate saunter, as though she had commanded legions into war. Yet her eyes betrayed her bravado—nervous, darting, silently praying. The prayers spilling from her heart were laced with malice, whispered offerings to whatever dark force might answer her wicked pleas.“You should calm down, Sandra,” Lady Vetta’s voice carried with chilling poise. “Absolutely nothing will happen. The assassins will take her down tonight.”Sandra whirled toward her mother, her voice breaking with unease. “But the king is interrogating one of them! What if he reveals he works for me? Won’t I be exposed?” Her hands trembled as though the walls themselves threatened to betray her.“I warned you before you proceeded,” Lady Vetta replied coolly, folding her hands as though lecturing a child. “Stake two or three lives to either die or take the blame. That way you will be spared. Remember—the assassin knows his family, his wife and daughter, are in your palm. Would he dare r

It had gotten dark, and whilst Lois’s newborn cried in a tiny melodic wail, the sound filled the mountain meadow. It was a beautiful noise of softness and urgency—high-pitched, delicate, yet piercing. It traveled a distance, tugging at the heartstrings of a farmer and his daughter, who had wandered into the mountain that evening in search of wild ginseng.They had just gathered their last roots and were about to leave when the cry sliced through the silence. Both halted, frozen. They looked at one another.“Father… did you hear that?” the girl whispered, her eyes wide.The farmer stiffened, shoulders tense. “I heard. A newborn’s cry. But no one would come so far out of the city to abandon a baby here. This could be a lure. A trick to drag fools like us into danger.” He bent down and started gathering his tools, trying to shut the sound from his ears. “Ignore it. We never heard it.”But the symphonic wails persisted—vulnerable, insistent, echoing against the walls of the mountain. The

Six years later, Lois finally moved into the Capital City of the Bienville Kingdom. She leased a modest residence there, carrying with her not just the pain of the past but also six bright souls who gave her life meaning. Over those six years, she poured herself into her hidden gift—art. Now she was a portrait artist of rare skill, her works already whispered about in noble circles.By her side was Jacinta, no longer just her loyal companion but now a certified physician and midwife. Together they had journeyed into the Capital, both securing respectable and handsomely paying positions within the Royal Bureaucracy. Lois was employed at the Royal Art Bureau, Department of Painting, while Jacinta worked tirelessly at the Royal Infirmary. Between their duties, they devoted every heartbeat to raising Lois’s sextuplets with love and pride.Lois tried to live quietly on her little street. She avoided unnecessary attention, kept her eyes lowered, and let her days revolve around work and her