Lahat ng Kabanata ng TO SATE AN ALPHA’S FURY: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Elara’s POVThe sight of Alaric in the kitchen was a brand on my eyes. I left the kitchen. I moved through dark halls. My silk skirts hit the stone. I watched the Alpha King lose his dignity. He wore bells. He danced for a nameless girl. The pain felt heavy. I reached my chamber. I breathed fast. I did not call my maids. I hid my tears. I grabbed a dark coat with a hood. I covered my face. I had to strike. Before the rot Alaric called "love" destroyed everything I had built.I used the side door. I moved in shadows. I headed for the east wing. I reached the quarters of Grand Prince Magnus. Magnus was Alaric’s uncle. The court saw him as a drunk. They thought he was useless. But I knew better. I knew his hunger for power. I knew the steel behind his lazy smile. I reached his double doors. I slipped inside without a knock. The room smelled of old oak and heavy spice. Magnus was sitting by the fire. A silver chalice in his hand. He looked up. His eyes sharp despite the dim light."L

Elara’s POVI stood in my chambers. Morgana fumbled with the laces of my backup corset. The emerald silk was ruined. A single drop of that commoner’s sauce had dared to touch my skin. My heart pounded against my ribs. I felt a surge of triumph that tasted better than any wine. I had crushed her. I had watched her masterpiece shatter into a million jagged pieces on the cold stone floor.“Did you see her face, Morgana?” I asked. I smoothed the skirts of my new sapphire gown. “She looked like a wounded animal. She actually thought her little tricks could withstand me.”“She was pathetic, My Lady.” Morgana laughed. She adjusted my silver hairpins. “The way she tried to blame you was the best part. As if anyone would believe a ghost over a daughter of the High Pack.”“She is a nuisance.” I said. I looked at my reflection. I looked regal. I looked like a Queen. “A nuisance that has been handled. Alaric will see Damien’s traditional meal. He will remember what real power tastes like

Alaric’s POVThe feast was over. I watched Sophie walk away. Her head held high. Elara had stormed out behind her. The air in the Great Hall finally felt thin enough to breathe. I turned to my uncle. Magnus was swirling the last of the wine in his cup. He looked satisfied.“You have a rare creature in that kitchen, Alaric.” Magnus said. “But we have more pressing matters than poultry. Tell me. How far have you gone in the case of your mother’s death? Have you found the ones who offended her memory?”I looked at him. I respected Magnus. He was the only family I had left. The one who did not try to steal my crown. I decided to speak with an open heart.“I am working on it Uncle.” I said. I leaned forward. “I have sent Eunuch George to find the truth. He is digging through the old records. He is looking for the names that were erased.”Magnus paused. His hand stopped moving. He looked at me with a calculating gaze.“Eunuch George?” Magnus asked. “He is a quiet man. A safe choice.

Alaric’s POVI couldn't watch her sob. It cut through me like a blade. This was not a servant crying over a broken dish. It is not a soldier weeping for a lost comrade. It was the sound of a soul being hollowed out. I could not bear to see her cry. She looked so small. She looked fragile. I left Cassian standing like a fool. I moved to her. I grabbed Sophie from the cold dirt. I pulled her up. Until she was steady on her feet.“Stop.” I said. My voice softer than I ever intended it to be. “I promise you. I will make sure I find the book that brought you here.”She looked at me. Her eyes red with grief. Her hands were trembling. She clutched the straps of her bag.“It is the only proof I have, Alaric.” she whispered. “Without it, I am just a ghost with no home.”“You are no ghost to me.” I replied. I held her shoulders firmly. “Go have some rest. You have worked enough today. I will send out the guards tomorrow in search of the book. We will scour every inch of this kingdom unti

Magnus’s POVI sat in my chamber. The silence was heavy. The fire crackled. It was meant to provide warmth. Tonight, the sound was just an irritating noise. I stared at the flame. I watched them consume the logs. Much like I intended to consume the throne of Blackwood.My thoughts were dark. Alaric is no longer the person I can control. For years, I carefully cultivated his rage. I fed his hunger for revenge like one feeds a starving beast. I needed him to be a tyrant. I wanted him to be hated. So when the time came, the coup would feel like a liberation rather than a betrayal. Now, his focus has shifted. He is obsessed with a ghost who fell from the sky.I had initially dismissed Elara’s warnings as the bitter ramblings of a jealous woman. I was wrong. I have seen it with my own eyes. Alaric is softening. He looks at that chef not with the eyes of a King. But with the eyes of a man who is finding peace. Peace is a luxury I can’t allow him have.A knock at the door disrupted my