บททั้งหมดของ FROM REJECTED SLAVE TO MOTHER OF THE ALPHA KING'S HEIRS: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Lois resumed her work, carefully retouching the couple’s portrait she had outlined the day before at their home. Every brushstroke demanded her focus, every detail her patience. A painting of such magnitude would usually take an expert artist a month to complete, three months for a novice. Lois was nearly finished in just ten days. She had given her all to it, as if each stroke was a prayer whispered for her children’s future.She finally packed the canvas away, covering it neatly with its board. She couldn’t risk lingering. She was supposed to be preparing for the King’s coronation. Missing it would mean trouble—serious trouble. She provided for her sextuplets with every coin she earned. If she lost this job, if she was punished, her little ones would be stranded. That was unthinkable.Promotion loomed just ahead. With it, her pay would double, giving her the means to provide her children a life so complete they wouldn’t even dream of the father they longed for.Her heart twisted. Th

The three boys stood there, identical in every striking detail to Alpha Karl. White hair, the same sharp nose, the same piercing gaze. Every feature was his, as though someone had carved them out of his very blood.His entourage stiffened, brows shooting upward in shock, whispering amongst themselves. For them, it was a jolt. For Karl—it was a dagger straight to his chest.Slowly, as though afraid the vision before him would vanish, Alpha Karl lowered himself onto one knee until his eyes met the level of the eldest boy.“What is your name?” he asked, his deep voice softer than the boys could have imagined.“My name is Conall,” the child answered brightly, stringing an arrow to his bow with childlike determination. “Conn for short.”Karl’s throat worked as he swallowed, staring at the miniature mirror of himself. “And are these your brothers? Are you… triplets?”Conall grinned, flashing teeth. “We’re actually six! Six adorable bundles—that’s what Mom calls us!”The words struck Karl li

She stared straight into the mirror, her reflection staring back like a stranger. This is what I have to do, she told herself. To save her work. To save her sextuplets. To shield them all from the suffocating toxicity of the Hale palace.The thought of her little ones being dragged into that palace, forced to grow under the shame of being tied to her—a woman spited, treated lower than a pauper, branded a common sex slave—was unbearable. Lois could not, would not, allow that fate to crush her bundles of joy.This was her only chance. A mask. An extravagant makeover. Mask as art. Mask as salvation. If the event demanded color and spectacle, then she would become the art they wanted—and hope it saved her from recognition.Yes, an extravagant makeover. Something so vibrant and excessive that Alpha Karl would not see Lois Marrok beneath it.She leaned closer to the mirror, envisioning bold colors and intricate strokes. Her fingers moved quickly. She powdered her face ghostly white until he

“You must wonder very much how I got to know,” Alpha Karl said, his tone low but laced with menace, “that isn’t important. What matters is this—I want to see my sextuplets.”“You cannot,” Lois said bluntly, her voice cutting like ice.Karl leaned in, his towering frame casting a shadow over her as his fiery eyes locked onto hers. “Do not provoke me, Lois. I do not want to scare them. But make no mistake—I can command my soldiers to scour all of Bienville, overturn every street, every home, until they are brought to me. I wish to see them. No—” his voice dropped into a growl, thick with authority, “I command it.”Lois’s jaw tightened, her body rigid as her fury flared. She raised her chin like a queen daring death itself. “And I command that you cannot see them!” Her words lashed out with equal force, her voice high-pitched, stern, sharp as the thorn that guards the rose. She stood before him—beautiful, alluring, but as dangerous as her temper.Alpha Karl’s nostrils flared. Never in al

Conall immediately noticed the way his mother’s expression shifted—panic, shock, and something darker—when he mentioned the “uncle” at the palace who had taught him to perfect his archery.“Mom, don’t worry,” Conall rushed to reassure her, his young voice full of conviction. “This uncle is nice. He’s not a bad man…”But Lois’s eyes darted to Jacinta, and Jacinta’s tight, wordless look said more than any warning could. Lois’s stomach dropped. Fate was cruelly weaving threads she had fought years to untangle—her children had wandered too close to their father. And looking at them now, their faces so strikingly similar to his, there was no denying the truth. Anyone who had ever seen Alpha Karl would recognize the resemblance instantly, even if he never announced them as his heirs.Lois forced a smile, but her tone was firm. “Hmmm. Conall, you can’t assume a man is safe just because he seems kind. People can pretend, my love. You are still young, and before you trust anyone, I must be the