All Chapters of The Villainess Alpha Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elder Pei’s expression was grave, his scent spiked with anxiety. "Luna Queen Eleanor, my son is new to the Royal Pack grounds. How could he intentionally trespass into your Inner Sanctum?"Matron Li stepped forward, bowing low to Alpha King Alaric. "My King, we were enjoying the cool breeze in the garden with Serena. Suddenly, this male barged in. Terrified that a rogue or assassin meant to harm Serena, I immediately summoned the Enforcers!"Alpha King Alaric’s face darkened instantly, the temperature in the room dropping. "Barged in? You mean to tell me the patrols allowed a male to simply waltz into the Luna’s private gardens? Where is Shen Cha?!"A burly man in heavy armor sprinted from the distance, the clanking of his gear echoing against the stone. As soon as he arrived, he dropped to his knees before Alaric, baring his neck in submission."Alpha King, appease your anger! The Enforcers on duty at the Luna’s palace were negligent. No one detected the intrusion. I have already dis

Alpha Patrick was the youngest son of the current Head of the Pei Pack, and undeniably the most spoiled.His intellect was average, his wolf spirit mediocre. He was hardly fit for any heavy burden. Even with the entire Pei Pack pushing him upward, he had only managed to secure a mid-level position within the Council.If his brilliantly talented older brother hadn’t died in that tragic "accident" years ago, the Pack would never have pushed a wolf like Patrick into the Royal Capital’s politics.However, fate had favored him in one regard: his bloodline. His son, Julian, was a prodigy, a pup born with a coat as white as snow and a mind sharp as a razor. Julian had been personally raised by his grandfather, the Grand Alpha of the Pei family.But that pride and joy—his son who was destined to lead—had nearly lost his life the first time he entered the Royal Palace.And now, Serena Blackwood had the audacity to demand *compensation*!Serena watched the color drain from Alpha Patrick’s face.

That evening, Faye attended to Serena Blackwood’s bath.As the silk robe slid from Serena’s shoulders and pooled on the floor, Faye’s hands flew to her mouth, stifling a scream of pure horror.Scars.They were everywhere—jagged ridges across her back, silver-burns on her shoulders, faded lash marks winding down her arms and legs. There wasn't a patch of porcelain skin left untouched.Faye burst into tears instantly."My Lady! How dared they? Those wretched nuns at the Abbey... I must go to Luna Queen Eleanor! She will demand justice for you!"Serena’s expression remained indifferent, her eyes cold as polished onyx. She stepped into the steaming wooden tub, the hot water stinging her abused skin."They are just scratches, Faye. Stop wailing. Grandmother is getting old; she doesn't need to be burdened with such trivialities.""Trivialities?" Faye sobbed, her heart breaking. "You are of Royal Blood! A high-born she-wolf! How can these be trivial? Those old hags dared to raise a hand agai

Willow was a healer—strictly speaking, a miracle worker in the making.In the Kingdom, the pack laws were relatively progressive, allowing she-wolves to engage in trade and medicine. However, being *allowed* to practice and being *respected* for it were two very different things. The pack majority didn't trust a female healer’s skills, especially one as young as Willow.When she had saved Serena Blackwood three years ago, Willow had been a mere pup of seventeen.Now, Willow glared at Serena, her eyes wide with frustration. "What do you know about it? Every healer in the realm dreams of possessing this ingredient! With this Ember Root, your grandmother’s condition—the fading of her wolf—could actually be reversed!"Hearing this, a genuine smile touched Serena’s lips. She opened her mouth to reply, but suddenly, the color drained from her face. Her scent soured instantly, turning from fresh rain to distressed ozone. She swayed, her legs giving out.Willow, possessing the sharp reflexes

After Alpha Patrick was brought back to the estate, the air in the Pei manor was thick with the scent of distress. His grandmother and mother wept over his wounds, their grief heavy and cloying.But his grandfather, Elder Silas, merely inspected the injuries with a cold, tactical eye. Once the healers had done their work, he delivered the news: Patrick’s mating ceremony with Clara, the daughter of Beta Prime Marcus, would be expedited.Patrick knew this wasn’t just about two wolves finding their mates. It was a blood pact—a formal alliance between the Pei Pack and the Beta Prime’s faction to solidify their power within the Royal Capital.He had met Clara. She was beautiful in a porcelain, fragile way, and her etiquette was flawless. He had read her poetry and critiqued her paintings. She was talented, certainly. But she was also rigid, wooden—a she-wolf who followed every rule of high society to the letter.She was scentless. Boring.Yet, Patrick didn’t reject the idea. In fact, his l