All Chapters of THE ALPHA KING'S MAID: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

THE ALPHA KING’S MAIDThe doctor looked at me over the rim of her glasses while holding the results between her fingers. Damn it! Why was she torturing me like this? I had been waiting for this moment for five years—five years of regular cycles that ended in disappointment, of hopes that died every month, of nights when Ricardo touched me as if fulfilling a pending obligation. And now I clung to my last shred of hope, praying it wouldn’t be another false alarm like the ones before.“Congratulations,” she finally said, though her professional tone didn’t reflect the magnitude of what she was announcing. “Everything looks perfect. Approximately four weeks.”Four weeks! By the Moon Goddess! I was so happy I could count the hours, the minutes, the seconds until I told Ricardo. Tonight, when I showed him the ultrasound, when he saw that blood test with the numbers confirming what we had waited five years for, he would finally understand that old Rosún’s prophecy wasn’t a curse. That I wasn

I stood frozen, Ricardo’s blood dripping between my fingers. His head lay at my feet, his eyes open in an expression of eternal surprise. His decapitated body stained the white sheets we had shared for so many nights with blood.“How…? When…?”I didn’t remember the exact moment I had done it. How was it possible that I, a weak and cursed omega, had killed the most powerful alpha of the Lobezno Pack? My body trembled—not from fear, but from a strange mixture of horror and satisfaction.Cristina’s screams pulled me back to reality.“MURDERER!” she shrieked, curling into the bloodstained sheets. “YOU’RE GOING TO DIE FOR THIS!”Her hand reached the alarm button beside the bed. Immediately, a piercing howl echoed throughout the mansion. Within seconds, I heard hurried footsteps racing up the stairs.I had no time to think. I acted on pure instinct.I lunged toward the window and, without hesitating for a second, jumped from the third floor. The impact against the ground was brutal. I felt

The next morning, Amelia woke me before dawn. Her face carried the same stern expression as always, but there was something new in her gaze. Concern, perhaps?“Listen carefully, Emili,” she said as she handed me a new uniform, more elegant than the previous one. “Starting today, you will be King Alaric’s personal maid. You will attend exclusively to his chambers, prepare his meals, and take care of his clothes and anything else he requires.”I nodded silently, feeling my stomach tighten with apprehension.“The rules are simple,” Amelia continued. “Do not ask questions, do not speak unless spoken to, do your work in silence, and above all, avoid any physical or visual contact with him.” Her voice grew darker. “You’ve already seen what happens to women who try to be clever and climb into his bed without being invited.”The memory of that shattered body falling from the third floor made me shudder.“Yes, Beta Amelia,” I replied, head bowed.“Good. You’ll start by bringing him breakfast.

EMILII had spent three days with the bank card burning in the pocket of my uniform. Three days without daring to leave the mansion, repeating the same routine of serving, cleaning, and keeping my head down while the memory of Alaric’s fingers digging into my chin followed me like a shadow.But that morning, Amelia informed me that the King would be leaving at noon with Damián and Klaus for a meeting with another pack and wouldn’t return until the next day.“You have the afternoon free,” she told me without looking at me. “Use it for whatever you need.”I didn’t need her to repeat it. For weeks, I hadn’t owned anything of my own. Not a toothbrush that wasn’t borrowed, not underwear that didn’t come from a donation box. The salary Alaric had given me represented more than money: it was the first sign that I could exist on my own, without owing anything to any man.The commercial district of the Lican Pack was larger than I had imagined. A modern shopping center, cafés with full terrace

EMILI Not even two days had passed since the forest incident when Amelia entered Alaric’s room, where I was still resting. It was five in the morning, and her expression promised nothing good. “The King leaves in an hour,” she said, placing clean clothes on the chair. “And you’re going with him.” “What? But I can barely—” “His orders. Get dressed.” She left without further explanation. I sat up with a groan. My ribs still protested with every movement, and the silver burns on my wrists throbbed beneath the bandages. But I had learned that when Alaric gave an order, there was no debate. I dressed slowly, biting my lip with every motion that stretched my ribs. When I reached the foyer, the atmosphere felt different than usual. There was tension in the air—guards moving urgently, hushed voices heavy with concern. Damián was on the phone near the main door, frowning, while Klaus studied a map spread across the hood of a black SUV. Alaric appeared at my side without me hear