บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Salvatore: บทที่ 241 - บทที่ 250

Marcel:The scent of blood was stronger in the bathhouse.The more I stayed here, the more furious I became.I stood in the center of the stone floor, water still pooling near the edges where she had supposedly “fallen.” The maids stood lined up before me, trembling.“How,” I asked quietly, “was she alone? How did you allow her to be in the bathhouse alone when you know the damn rules about it?”No one answered at first.My wolf stirred.Gold burned at the edges of my vision.I let out a warning growl, reminding them that I didn’t like asking twice. The fact that they were not there by her side told me that this was something that they had defied not only me, but my mother as well as they knew very well that they shouldn’t have allowed her there by herself.“She told us to wait outside, Alpha,” one of them finally whispered. “She said she wanted privacy. She has been bathing alone the past few days unless multiple consorts were present. We know not to upset her. She’s been very sensiti

Lia:Marcel didn’t come back.And I was no fool, he wasn’t going to be coming back anytime soon. Hence why I didn’t bother staying in his room and chose to go to mine.I told myself he was busy.I told myself there were investigations, patrols, consequences.But the longer the night stretched, the heavier my chest felt.Kylie noticed first.She always did.“My lady,” she said softly from across the room. “Do you need anything? You’ve been quiet since you walked into the room.”I looked up at her. At the careful way she stood. She never stood too close, but knew not to stand too far either in case I needed anything. but this wasn’t why I wanted them here. I just wanted company, and I knew better than to blend where I was neither wanted or allowed.She had learned how to exist in silence.“I’m fine,” I said, forcing a small smile. “I am just thinking.”She didn’t believe me.Neither did I.The girls were quiet tonight. No gossip. No giggles. They moved gently around the room like they w

Lia:I didn’t feel him come in.That was the first thing that startled me when I woke up and saw that he was beside me.Marcel was not quiet by nature. Even when he tried to be, his presence carried weight, heat, scent, breath.He smiled when he saw me looking at him, his eyes meeting mine as he lay on his side, watching me.His fingers were brushing gently through my hair, slow strokes that made my lips curve before I even fully woke.“Good morning,” he murmured.“Morning,” My voice was still thick with sleep. “When did you come in? I didn’t feel you at all.”“Late.” He said gently. “I didn’t want to wake you. I found out that you weren’t in my room when I was back, so I figured to come here.”I shifted closer instinctively. The handmaids’ door remained closed. They hadn’t stirred. They were trained to give privacy without question.“You didn’t wake me,” I said. “And the girls didn’t either.”“Kylie opened the door for me. She asked if she should wake you, I told her not to. Then whe

Lia:The air felt different outside Marcel’s quarters.Lighter.But watched.Kylie and Natalia walked a few steps behind me, not close enough to suffocate, not far enough to abandon. I had chosen them myself, and still, sometimes I forgot they were there. They rarely spoke when I chose to walk out of the room. They knew better than to allow themselves to be heard speaking normally, and I didn’t want anyone to think that they could break their souls.I was getting used to walking without fear of being hunted. It became a regular manner for me to go and see the slaves downstairs, to speak to them, sit with them, or at least to give them a sense to stand if they felt weaker than they would have wanted to be.But today, something felt different.We turned a corner, and there she was.Luna Isobel.She didn’t look surprised to see me. But then again, my presence alone no longer surprised her. As long as I wasn’t in her way, she found a way to completely avoid me, much like I was avoiding he

Marcel:I knew something was off the second the door opened without a knock.And when I caught her scent, I found myself frowning without meaning to. Even the idea of seeing her was one that I now dreaded more than I truly wanted to admit.“Elara,” I said, still facing my desk. “Is there anything that I can help you with given the fact that you chose to walk in without being called and without asking for permission?”There was no answer.Just the soft whisper of fabric sliding down skin.I turned.And felt my jaw tighten.Her gown lay at her feet. She stood there bare, exposed, trembling, but not with seduction. With desperation.“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice lower than I intended. “Because you are going to need to have a good explanation to what it is that you are doing.”She stepped toward me, eyes shining with something too close to panic.“You haven’t touched me in months,” she said. “You haven’t even looked at me. And I came here to remind you of what belongs to you and