All Chapters of TO SATE AN ALPHA’S FURY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sophie’s POVThe morning light hit the stone floor. I woke up. My heart was heavy. I reached for my bedside table. My hand met cold wood instead of my phone. The realization hit me again. My phone was gone. The Ledger was gone.I sat up. I forced myself to move. Grief is a luxury I cannot afford here. I had work to do. I needed fresh ingredients. The palace stores only had dried meats and grains. I needed vibrant flavors of the earth. I needed herbs and spices that hadn't been seen in this season.I got ready quickly. I tied my hair back. I smoothed my apron. I headed straight for the Alpha’s wing. I needed permission to leave the grounds.I found Alaric near the courtyard. He looked restless. His eyes were dark. Probably from lack of sleep. When I told him I was heading out. To go get the fresh ingredients. His posture changed. He straightened up. His golden eyes scanned the perimeter."I will see you off." Alaric said firmly. "And I will assign someone for your protection."He f

Elara’s POVThe stone of the corridor felt like ice against my spine. I pressed my body into the uneven surface of the wall. I held my breath. Every second felt like an hour. Just a few feet away. The heavy boots of the King clicked against the floor. I watched through a narrow gap in the masonry. My eyes were fixed on the movement of hands. Cassian stood with Alaric. I saw Cassian reach into his tunic. He pulled out a small note. The parchment was yellowed. The wax seal was a deep royal purple. I heard the name fall from Alaric’s lips. Queen Mother Isolde.I watched Alaric’s face. It shifted into a mask of suspicion. He did not look in my direction. He does not look at me at all anymore. To him I am a threat. I am a nuisance to be ignored. I waited until their footsteps faded toward the keep. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I could not ask the King what the message said. He would only sneer. He would see my curiosity as a weapon.I turned and rushed towa

Sophie’s POVThe kitchen was finally quiet. The fire had faded. The sharp scent of ginger still in the air. All my muscles ached. The fatigue was satisfying. I had watched Prince Daemon eat with a great appetite. It warmed my heart. Seeing the two brothers share a meal. It felt like home.I wiped my hands. I signaled the other chefs. We were a parade of exhausted souls. We walked toward the servants' quarters. The stone hall was cold. A welcome relief from the heat of the ovens. I planned to see them to their doors. Then return to my chamber. I wanted to wash away the sweat. I wanted to look presentable. I planned to meet Alaric at the royal farm. My heart flipped nervously at the thought of the farm. The way he had looked at me in the garden. The look was softer. Less like a King and more like a man."You outdid yourself today Sophie." Martha whispered. She walked beside me. "The Prince looked like he had found heaven on a plate.""It was just chicken and roots Martha." I said.

Alaric’s POVThe walk from the palace prison to my chambers was the longest of my life. The air felt stagnant. Thick with the smell of blood I knew belonged to her. Each footfall echoed like a funeral bell. I moved in silence. A ghost haunting my own palace. My mind was a storm of violence. I wanted to turn back. I wanted to tear the iron gates with my bare hands. I wanted to carry her into the sunlight. But her voice. That faint whisper held me back. She had asked me to do nothing. She had begged me for peace. But all I felt was a craving for war.I pushed open the door to my chamber. I stepped inside. The room was cold. The fireplace had long since burned out. I did not call for the servants to relight it. I deserved the cold.My eyes immediately fell upon my bedside table. There was sitting in a silver vase. The flower Sophie had given me. I had placed it in fresh water. I had hoped to see it bloom. As a symbol of our burgeoning connection. It was beautiful. Its petals were vib

Sophie POVI walked away from the prison. My legs felt like lead. The silver dagger sat heavy in my pocket. I reached my quarters. The air smelled of stale dust. I stripped off my torn clothes. I washed the grime and dried blood from my skin. The warm water stung my wounds. I dried myself. I chose a new outfit. It was the blue silk Alaric bought at the market. I touched the fabric. I remembered the way he caught me when I fell. He looked at me with soft eyes.A sharp thought interrupted my memory. The Grand Queen Mother gave me a deadline. Three days. My time started now. I could not waste a minute.I headed to the royal kitchen. The stone floor felt solid under my boots. I pushed the heavy doors open. The heat hit my face. Martha saw me first. She dropped her wooden spoon. She ran to me. The other chefs followed. They hugged me. They cried."Sophie! You are alive!" Martha cried. She squeezed my shoulders. "Who released you from that hole? Did the King finally break the door down?