All Chapters of The Alpha Heiress in Disguise: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I hate kneeling.But tonight, I will kneel anyway.My knees press against the cold marble floor while five powerful Alpha heirs stand before me like kings judging a criminal. My head is lowered. My hands are folded like a servant’s.That is the role I chose.That is the mask I must wear.I draw in a slow breath and remind myself why I am here.One year.Just one year.After that, the alliance between the Shadow Pack and the Midnight Pack will be secured. No war. No bloodshed. No more graves like the ones my parents lie in.Still… kneeling before strangers burns like poison in my chest.You are not weak, my wolf whispers inside me.I know, I answer silently.But tonight, strength must remain hidden.Footsteps stop in front of me.Heavy. Confidence. Dominant.A voice speaks above me.Deep. Cold. Commanding.“Lift your head.”My heart gives a strange, sudden beat.That voice belongs to Alexander Southwell.The eldest heir.Future Alpha of the Midnight Pack.I hesitate.Not because I fear

“I will not beg.”The words leave my lips like fire, sharp and unyielding.Damien’s eyes flash with anger.“You will obey,” he growls, voice low and dangerous. “Now clean the pack arena.”I stare at him. My hands tighten around the rag I carry. My wolf stirs inside me.I can do this. Stay calm.“I will,” I say finally, voice steady, controlled. “But I will not beg.”Damien’s jaw tightens. He leans closer. “You dare defy me?”“I obey when I must,” I answered, meeting his gaze. “Not because I fear you.”The room goes silent for a moment. The other brothers watch with varied expressions. Lucien smirks, Sebastian tilts his head amusedly, and Ethan’s eyes hold concern.Damien snarls but steps back, folding his arms. “Fine. Then show me obedience with your work.”I bow slightly and begin my task. But the tension does not leave my shoulders. I feel eyes on me constantly. Alexander’s eyes. Always watching. Always calculating.A sudden movement catches my attention. A rogue wolf servant, one o

“I like games.”The words slice through the room like a knife.I freeze.Sebastian Southwell leans casually against the wall, smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes glint with amusement, dark and playful. He steps closer, moving with a predator’s ease, closing the space between us.“Games?” I ask, voice calm, measured.“Yes,” he says, tilting his head. “The kind where you don’t know the rules… but you want to play anyway.”My wolf growls softly, warning me to keep my distance.Danger. Sebastian is dangerous in his own way, I think. Do not fall for the charm.But my pulse quickens anyway. I cannot ignore the electricity in the air when he is near.He steps even closer. Too close. My back presses against the wall. I do not move. I do not flinch.“Tell me your real story,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing. “I know you’re hiding something.”I tilt my head slightly, letting a small, calm smile form.“Would you believe it if I told you?” I ask quietly, watching his reaction.Sebastian leans even

“Someone here is kind.”The thought surprises me.I never expected kindness inside the Southwell house.Pain still lingers in my ribs. Damien’s strike was not gentle. My body aches, but I keep moving because servants do not rest unless ordered.Still, I know something important today.They felt it.For one second, my power escaped.Just one second.Too dangerous, my wolf whispers inside me.“I know,” I answered silently.Footsteps approach behind me.Soft. Careful.Not Damien.Not Sebastian.Not Lucien.I already know who it is before he speaks.“You shouldn’t be working.”Ethan Southwell.I turn slowly.He stands a few steps away, holding a small bottle.His face carries concern. Real concern. Not curiosity. Not suspicion.Just concern.“I’m fine,” I say quietly.He shakes his head.“No. You’re not.”He walks closer and places the bottle into my hand.“Medicine,” he says. “For the bruising.”I stare at it for a moment.“You shouldn’t do this.”“Why not?”“Because servants are not wor

“I know who you are.”The words stop me mid-step.My heart skips once.Slowly, I turn.Lucien Southwell stands a few feet away, watching me with calm, unreadable eyes. His expression carries that same quiet curiosity he always wears, but tonight something else hides beneath it.Certainty.Danger.I keep my voice steady.“Do you?” I ask.Lucien walks forward slowly. His movements are relaxed, but every step feels deliberate, controlled.“Yes,” he replies softly.He lifts a folder in his hand.“For example, I know your name isn’t Hayley Viremont.”My wolf stiffens.I feel the trap closing.But my face remains calm.“That is my name,” I answered quietly.Lucien tilts his head.“No.”He opens the folder.“Your name,” he continues, “is Hayley Arden.”The sound of that name hits me like a blade.For a momentJust one momentMy heart forgets how to beat.Lucien notices.Of course he does.His smile grows slightly.“I thought so,” he murmurs.I step closer.Slow. Careful.“Where did you get t