The Alpha King's Mind-Reading Maid のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Cecilia's POV“Attention, Alpha King Leopold Kingsley is taking in new slaves. All unmated virgin Omegas, aged eighteen to twenty-three, are ordered to report to the pack town square.”My blood runs cold immediately after I heard the annnouncement. I stand there in shock in the marketplace, the basket of herbs spilling from my grasp.Sophia. I had to find Sophia.Without another moment’s hesitation, I start running back to my house. Over the past few months, I have heard countless stories about the ruthless Alpha King, often ending in some poor slave being killed. It's no mystery why the palace is constantly on the lookout for new help. In the most private of whispers, some people call him a ruthless tyrant, others a cold-blooded monster.Even though I'm a 17-year-old Alpha daughter who hasn’t been threatened by this royal order, my friend Sophia is an unmated virgin omega. Just as the ruthless King wanted.Sophia and her mother, Diana, are Omega slaves of the Silver Moon Pack, whi

Cecilia's POVNo one will believe what really happened to me, I told myself, suppressing my eager to tell Landon that I'm not Sophia but an Alpha daughter.“I…” I take a beat to quickly think my response through. “Well, no, my name is not Sophia. There was a small… misunderstanding by the soldiers who came to my pack to collect me. See, they took me as Sophia, but–”“Get to the point, please,” Landon interrupts, in a softer tone.“I’m actually called Cecilia,” I finished hastily. “But that’s me. Who you’re calling.”“Very well, then. Please wait over there.” He gestures towards a side door, and I nod to affirm that I can follow instructions.“Yes, sir.” As I make my way across the hall, I try to keep my eyes forward. Still, it’s impossible not to take notice of the reactions of those around me. I haven’t been the target of so many pitying looks since my mother’s death.As I approach the side door, another voice rings out, high and piercing. “Sir, may I volunteer as well?”I whip aroun

Cecilia's POVI can’t shake the thought, even though it doesn’t really make sense to me. That kind of communication shouldn’t be possible.And furthermore, the way Leopold was behaving gave off the impression that he had zero control over his own wolf.He looks down at the grisly scene. The temporary madness has been replaced by something else, as if he’s come out of some sort of trance and is ashamed of what he’s done.He hangs his head and places his palms on his forehead, looking as defeated and tired as I feel.We both sit in the uncomfortable silence for what seems like an eternity, processing the events that have just occurred.He finally speaks, and his voice startles me a bit. “What’s your name?” He doesn’t sound nearly as angry as before.I have to actively struggle to get the words out: “My name is Cecilia, Your Highness.”The Alpha King sighs. “Cecilia, would you please fetch Landon and have him come here to collect and dispose of the body?”It’s a question, but I can tell

Leopold's POVThere is undoubtedly something strange going on with my new handservant.For months, I’ve ignored the dull ache in my shoulder. Between my rigorous training regimen and the fighting I’ve done in actual battles year-round, it’s become easy to overlook any specific pain. Everything hurts, more or less, all the time.But now, all of a sudden, a new slave that I’ve never even seen before arrives at the palace and immediately is able to tell that there’s an unhealed injury in my right shoulder?Something is different about her.It’s not as if I had no idea that I might be wounded somewhere, or that there was a certain way that my other slaves had performed my dressing that wasn’t right. Every time I had to be changed, I’d come out of a stupor to find another dead handservant on the floor.Obviously, something they had been doing was sending my wolf into a frenzy. I just hadn’t figured out what it could be yet.This new girl, however, managed to identify the location of the in

Cecilia's POVI eventually pry my way free of the crowd and make it back to the main palace, where I smooth out my clothes, scrub away a couple bloodstains on my skin, and redress in a rush.After rejoining the Alpha King in his room, he expresses modest approval that I was able to return in such a short time.“Follow me, please,” he commands, and I gladly oblige.Watching the king’s daily routine up close and personal is very different from hearing stories about him from my far-removed home in the Silver Pack.I obediently follow him throughout his day, keeping a respectable distance, of course.In his royal office, I observe as he diligently pens various decrees that allocate food, money, and other resources to the packs under his rule. His brow furrows with concern as he deliberates on a property dispute between two Alphas, and a wise look appears in his eyes as he signs off on a request for an open forum to resolve another pack’s complaints about their Alpha leader.To my own surp