บททั้งหมดของ Bride of the Sea-King Alpha: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

MaggieMy heart tears into shreds as I set the nearly empty dinner plate in front of Darren, my youngest brother. I can only give him half a roll so that we have enough for the entire family and will still have some left over for breakfast.He’s the only one who will be getting an egg tonight. The Alpha King’s men left us only one hen, and her egg production has reduced significantly since she found herself alone in the barn.I was out there yesterday, in the barn. It was the first time I’d put on my boots in exactly two months, since they took away our beautiful horses. The wind had picked up, and it whistled as it passed through the cracks in the barn walls, reverberating through the cold, empty building.The stall of my favorite horse, Pearl, seemed to echo with the ghost of her presence. She’s so beautiful, a pure snow white with a mane that’s nearly silver, especially when it sparkles in the sun.I wouldn’t have minded if she had gone to the royal court had her purpose been to le

MaggieThe carriage jerks roughly as we travel along the dirt and gravel roads. The two men who came to take me sit out front leading the horses, and I can hear them laughing every time we hit a pothole, knowing I can’t see out front and have no way to brace for it.But I don’t care. My mind races, trying to figure out why my parents and Matthew hate me so much that they’ve... given me away, apparently.I think of all those nights sitting with my mother, sewing dresses and talking about my future. I’d never questioned whether she loved me, the way she sat next to me and patiently showed me how to keep the stitches straight, or the look in her eyes when we spoke of my future mate and the children I wanted.And my father....Maybe it was my imagination, but he seemed to favor me as the only daughter in the family. Even though he’d been adamant about not wanting me to work in the barn, I’ll never forget the day he walked in to check on me.I was just finishing the shoveling, then I worke

MaggieDusting was the easy part, except for the twenty minutes I’d spent trying to find a ladder so I could finish the “ceiling” part of “floor to ceiling.” It turns out there was one in a storage closet in the room.But now it’s time to mend the curtains, and I can’t even find a flaw in any of them, certainly not on the ones Marion nodded toward when she gave me the assignment. None of the other curtains look damaged either, so I head back to the long ones that open to the terrace to check them over again.Finally, I find a small tear in the hem. I wouldn’t even notice it had I not seen the two threads jutting out just slightly. So, I get out the mending supplies and get to work, glancing up at the General’s grandfather clock just to realize I only have about an hour left before sundown... to scrub the washroom and get the warm water brought up from the mysterious kitchen, wherever that is.What will they do to my family if I don’t get this done in time?I shake my head, deciding I

MaggieAll my words are trapped in my throat as the tall, intimidating woman stares me down. I know she asked me a question and that I should answer, but all I can do is gaze back up at her, my eyes wide.“This is the new maid, Maggie,” Belinda answers for me, her voice just as shaky as mine would be if I could manage to spit out any words.“Hmph.” The woman’s cold gaze trails down to my shoes and back, and when her cold gray eyes lock on mine again, I shudder. I know she saw the movement, because the ghost of a smirk rises in her face, but only for a second before her frozen stare returns.“Th-this is Camila,” Belinda says. “She is the head chef of the Oaktree Manor.”Years of politeness training from my parents kicks in, temporarily overriding my fear, but only long enough to say, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” My formal curtsey that follows gives me a chance to break eye contact with Camila, and relief washes through me, even though I’m still stuck in this woman’s commanding presen

OscarThe warriors and I sit feasting in the mess hall in the Oceana castle, not long after our most recent battle. I’ve been making new friends here. Every one of these warriors is dedicated to protecting our kingdom, and it’s an honor to be one of them.I’m not one to be a picky eater, but the food provided to the warriors here is some of the best I’ve ever had, with Mother’s home-cooked meals being at the top of that list, of course.“I just want to get out there again and kick Assanan’s ass,” a man beside me boasts. “But I’ll keep my distance from our Alpha King. His prowess in battle is terrifying. I fear he’ll turn it on me if I make a wrong move.”“Aye, we’re best fighting on the outer line,” a female warrior agrees, and this sparks a larger discussion among those at my table.Everyone keeps talking about how cold and cruel Alpha King Cassian is, but they don’t seem to understand how well he treats his people and runs the kingdom. If he were truly cruel, we’d be living under th