All Chapters of Trapped in the Den of Alphas: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Eden's POVEARLIER THAT DAYI close my eyes and breathe in deeply. The scent of the forest soothes my soul in so many ways. The delicate whisper of morning dew hangs in the air, clinging to my skin, wrapping me in its fresh, cool embrace. I listen to the sound of robins and blackbirds gleefully twittering and tweeting their morning tunes. The forest replays their glorious chorus, with every chirp bouncing off the grand, towering trees overhead. I open my eyes and smile a smile that’s just for me as I watch a bright yellow butterfly land on a nearby oak tree.I like to be alone.In many ways, I prefer it. It wasn’t always this way, but perhaps after one hundred and twenty-seven years of living, one does become accustomed to the sound of their own internal voice.I bend down to examine the contents in the basket by my feet before gently selecting the delicate blooming flowers around the base of the large tree.White Spike Weed.It only blooms this way at dawn, so it’s the best time to f

“This is all very exciting! We have never been treated to an after-dinner show before,” my mother says as we take our seats in the open-air theatre.I take a moment to look around the circular structure, which is now rapidly filling up with the citizens of Morween. Rows upon rows of high elves. Men, women and children who have come out tonight to be entertained by the first-ever Culling stage performance.The stage, set up in the center circle, is lit with a soft glow but remains empty at the moment. Just then, I see a swish of color appear before us, and I rise to my feet to greet Queen Siofra.“Your Majesty, this is a wonderful celebration,” my mother compliments sincerely.“Thank you, Iriel. I hope you and Haleth enjoyed the feast?” the queen enquires with a kind smile.“Absolutely, Your Majesty.”Then, the queen turns her attention to me, and I bow my head respectfully before she takes both of my hands in hers.“Eden, you grow more beautiful by the year. Tell me, how are your stud

Eden's POVI stand by the sink as the pipes reluctantly splutter to life. A small burst of water explodes from the faucet, followed by a steady trickle. I desperately cup my hands underneath, waiting for them to collect just enough liquid to bring it to my lips. I drink it down without a thought, the overwhelming thirst taking over any worries I might have had about its cleanliness. Thankfully, it tastes fresh enough, and my shoulders drop in relief as I press my wet hands against my face.It’s been a few hours since I woke to see the sunlight beaming in the window. Unfortunately, my failed escapades with the curtain pole last night have left me with little shade against the heat that circulates the suffocating room.I turn the tap off and wonder if this is all part of their plan. Maybe none of them wants to be the one to kill me, so they have left it up to nature to decide my fate instead. Be it starving to death or boiling alive in this unbearable heat.I look down over the muddy ra