All Chapters of The Hybrid Luna birthright: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rashi’s POV"I have finished the scullery and the main corridors, Madam," I reported while wiping my damp hands on my apron.Madam Lysca looked up from her inventory list and nodded sharply. "Did you scrub the grout in the west wing pantry?""Yes, Madam, I used the small brush just like you asked," I confirmed."And the corners in the dining hall?" she pressed. "I don't want spots when the Alpha eats breakfast.""Sparkling clean, Madam," I assured her.“Good! Impressive of you, Rashi,” she responded. “But….”Before she could assign me another task, the door swung open and Luna Saira swept into the room. She was dressed in a dark riding coat, and her presence sucked the oxygen out of the room.“Good morning, my lady,” Madam Lysca and I greeted in unison."Ehmm… I am going out to the Beta's estate for cards," she announced without looking at us. "My chamber is a disaster, and I want it spotless by the time I return."She turned her cold eyes toward me. "You… Rashi, get it done."My stom

Rashi’s POVI stumbled through the back entrance of the Blue Lantern House, holding the heavy cloak Madam Lysca had given me as if it were a shield against the world that wanted me dead. I found myself in a bustling corridor that smelled of expensive oils, far removed from the cold stone scent of the castle I had just fled.When I knocked, a hefty tall man opened the door. “Who are you?” he asked, looking at me as if I was filth.“I'm here to see Melyn, I was sent by Madam Lysca.”He scanned me from head to toe. “Follow me!” His baritone voice yelled. I followed until we reached a large dressing room where a woman I assumed to be Madam Melyn was pacing back and forth in front of a line of beautiful girls."I need someone who knows the difference between a trade tariff and a peace treaty," Melyn shouted, throwing her hands up in frustration. "The client is high-profile, he specifically requested someone intelligent who can discuss politics and commerce, not just someone who knows how t

Rashi’s POVThe door clicked shut behind Brail and Trad, sealing the room in silence. The lingering scent of expensive cologne hung in the air, a stark reminder of the dangerous game I had just played. My legs finally gave way, and I sank back onto the velvet sofa, as my hands trembled uncontrollably. It wasn't the cold that made me shake, but the sheer guilt of deceiving the Alpha Heir right to his face without him suspecting a thing."Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Madam Melyn exclaimed as she swept back into the room, a wide smile plastered on her face that reached her eyes. She clutched the heavy leather bag of money Brail had left behind as if it were the most precious thing in the world.I looked up at her, my heart was still racing in my chest. "Did I do well?""Well? You were magnificent!" Melyn laughed, a joyous sound that filled the opulent room. She tossed the bag of coins into the air and caught it with practiced ease. "He paid double the usual rate just for a conversa

Rashi’s POVI slipped through the servant's entrance just as the first light of dawn touched the castle walls and found Madam Lysca waiting in the shadows of the scullery with a look of terrified relief etched onto her face."You made it," she breathed while pulling me inside and locking the heavy iron bolt behind me."It was amazing Madam," I whispered while stripping off the heavy cloak and handing it back to her. "I wasn't just safe, I was treated like a queen. Melyn gave me a suite and a bath and food fit for the Alpha and for a few hours I forgot I was a servant. Everyone respected me."I hugged her tightly and felt grateful for the glimpse of a life I had only dreamed of living."Stop daydreaming Rashi," Lysca scolded gently while pulling away and handing me my uniform. "That life is a fantasy and you are back in reality now. If you don't focus you will get us both killed so get dressed because the Alpha wants the main courtyard scrubbed before the council arrives for the mornin

Brail’s POVI sat at my desk and stared at the final report on the perimeter defenses while forcing myself to read the words one last time. I had spent the entire day playing the role of the diligent heir and nodding at council members while pretending to care about grain storage and border disputes."Finished," I muttered as I signed the bottom of the parchment and rolled it up.I placed the seal on the wax and finally allowed my shoulders to drop. I had done my duty so now no one could accuse me of being distracted or negligent.I ate dinner alone in my chambers as I could not stomach another formal meal with my parents where Mother would complain about her perfume and Father would quiz me on strategy. I pushed the roasted venison around my plate and barely tasted the wine."Sleep," I told myself as I stripped off my robe and climbed into bed. "Just sleep and forget about her."I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind but the darkness behind my eyelids was not empty. I saw blue s