บททั้งหมดของ Owed By Alpha Agora : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Agora’s POVMidnight swallowed up the palace whole.The halls felt emptier than ever. Torches barely held their glow, and shadows crawled along the stones, stretching into odd shapes. This was the kind of hour when secrets slipped out, when people dropped their masks, old mistakes came clawing back.I found myself heading for the servants’ quarters. I told myself I had no choice. That was all it was, and nothing else.Lady Verya’s door waited at the end of the hall. I knocked once. That was enough.She opened it right away, her smile spreading fast when she saw me.“Alpha Agora,” she said smoothly, bowing deep. “What an honor.”Her confidence rubbed me the wrong way.“Walk with me,” I said, cold as stone.She fell in step, hands folded, quiet. The quarters smelled of soap and wet stone.Somewhere, a maid coughed, then went silent.“You punished the slave today,” I said without intending to drag a conversation.“Yes,” she answered, quickly. “As you ordered.”I stopped. She nearly ran i

Seraphine’s POVCompliance isn’t the same as staying quiet. I figured that out fast. Silence left too much room for people to decide what I was: proud, stubborn, or cold. But compliance? That wassomething else entirely. It took practice. You had to smooth yourself out, soften your edges, time everything just right. It was like learning to move in a way that didn’t invite a secondglance.So I did my best. No big gestures, nothing desperate. Just small, careful things. I started waking before the rest of the palace, moving quietly through those empty, echoinghalls. I cleaned Agora’s rooms with extra care, making sure every surface shone. I evenpolished the table where the golden jar sat... a little battered now, with thin cracks still visibleif you looked close. I tried not to look at it much.I brewed tea the way I’d seen the servants do it... strong and a little bitter, with a smoky leaf Ihad learned he liked. I poured it into a plain cup. Nothing fancy. Nothing that could be mi

Seraphine’s POVI didn’t mean to search his room. That’s what I kept telling myself as I entered his room. My heart was already racing, as I was just supposed to do my morning cleaning.I could feel myself becoming restless, and a voice in my head was saying things I tried to ignore. I had swept the floors, wiped the shelves, folded his cloak, then folded it again. None of it helped. Something is here.I stopped in the middle of the room, hands curling into fists. The jar.My eyes jumped to the table by the window. My breath caught. The jar was gone. Panic shot straight through me. I moved faster, giving up any pretense of calm as I searched shelves, the side table, even the cabinet where he kept sealed things I wasn’t supposed totouch.Nothing.My heart dropped.Did he throw it out? Smash it? Thinking about it made my chest ache. I tried to convincemyself it didn’t matter, that it was only a jar. Just some strange thing that shouldn't get me this worked up.But still...I turned t

Seraphine’s POV That necklace shouldn’t have mattered. Just a small thing, really delicate, dangling at Lady Verya’s throat as she swept down the servants’ line that morning. She held herself as she had always done. She had straight hair, a high chin, square shoulders, and a stern face.But the second I saw it, my breath caught. I knew that sigil. Alpha Kael. The stylized wolf head etched into the pendant wasn’t obvious. To most people, it’d pass for decoration, nothing special. But I recognized it. I’d seen it stamped into wax seals and stitched on banners, worn proudly by Kael’s envoys when they visited the palace, pretending they were just here for polite conversation.I remembered those visits. I’d stand by the wall, eyes low, like I’d been taught. Boots thumped past, cloaks swept the floors. The air always felt tight, like everyone was holding their breath. Alpha Agora’s jaw would clench so hard you’d swear his teeth would crack.Now that same sigil pressed against Lady Verya’s

Agora’s POVSilence isn’t empty. It presses in, thick and heavy. I didn’t notice it at first, just the way the noise faded after Seraphine stopped filling the space. She used to command a room without saying a word. Defiance showed in her jaw, her slow, deliberate eye lifting. Even whenshe followed orders, you could feel her resistance, coiled beneath her stillness. She was enduring, not surrendering.That’s gone now.She moves like a shadow trapped in its own outline. No hesitation. No trace of anger. Not even a flicker of resentment when someone says my name. Honestly, that shakes me more than her outright rebellion ever did.I catch glimpses of her, always working, always hunched under a load that looks too heavy for her. Her shoulders have narrowed, her hands look rough and raw, and the skin is split and badly healed. She doesn’t complain. She never pleads. She won’t even glance my way.The first time I noticed, I brushed it off as a coincidence. The second time, irritation flare