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Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Maid Who Stole My Alpha: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

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Chapter 1: The Maid’s First Lie

(Daciana POV)The first thing I heard that morning was not the sound of birds but the sharp whisper of fear moving through the pack house.I opened my eyes slowly, already feeling that something was wrong, because the air around me felt colder than any winter night.The servants outside my room were speaking in low voices, but my wolf heard every trembling word through the heavy wooden door.They said Alpha Bardolph had called an emergency meeting in the great hall, and every elder had been ordered to attend before sunrise.My heart began to beat faster because Bardolph never called the elders before sunrise unless blood had been spilled or someone had betrayed the pack.I pushed the blanket away and stood up, ignoring the cold floor beneath my bare feet as I reached for my white Luna robe.As Luna of the Blackfang Pack, I was supposed to know every danger before the others, but that morning, nobody had come to tell me anything.That silence scared me more than shouting, because silen

Chapter 2: The Misunderstanding Deepens

(Daciana POV)The old servant wing smelled of dust, cold stone, and forgotten tears that had dried long before I was born.The guards did not meet my eyes as they led me down the narrow hallway where broken lamps threw weak shadows across the walls.I had walked through this wing many times as Luna, bringing blankets, food, and medicine to servants who were too sick to work.Now I was being brought there like a criminal, while the same servants watched from doorways with fear, pity, and secret hunger.Nobody wanted to stand beside a fallen Luna, because standing beside me could make Alpha Bardolph turn his anger toward them.The room they gave me was small, with one thin blanket, one cracked mirror, and one window facing the training yard.I stared at the narrow bed and almost laughed, because Ashina had cleaned this room last month while calling me mercifully.Now that same maid had pushed me into it, using tears as weapons and lies as keys to steal my place.Lowell stood by the door

Chapter 3: The Night of Betrayal

(Daciana POV)The warning note trembled in my hands while the alarm bells screamed across Blackfang like wounded beasts calling for death.I read the message again, hoping the words would change, but the ink still promised that Ashina’s second lie would bury me.The locked door stood behind me like another enemy, and the small window before me showed smoke rising beyond the northern trees.My wolf clawed inside my chest, wild with fear and fury, because she knew a trap was closing around us.I pressed my ear against the door and heard servants running through the hallway, their frightened footsteps rushing away from the servant wing.“Lowell!” I shouted, striking the wood with both fists until pain shot through my knuckles and up my arms.Nobody answered, but I knew someone had heard me because the hallway suddenly became too quiet for a burning pack house.Then soft footsteps approached the door, slow and careful, like someone enjoying the sound of my fear before opening the cage.Th

Chapter 4: The Luna Is Replaced

(Daciana POV)The name “Conri” fell from Louve’s bloody mouth, and the great hall became so silent that even fear seemed afraid to breathe.Every face turned toward Hrolf, but the old Beta did not move, blink, or show the smallest crack in his calm mask.For one sharp second, I thought the truth had finally torn through Ashina’s perfect web and shown everyone where the poison truly lived.Then Hrolf smiled like a man who had waited years for the knife to be placed in his hand.“She says Conri because Daciana made her carry messages to him,” Hrolf said, and his voice sounded steady enough to fool frightened wolves.The pack began whispering again, and I watched truth slip away from me like water poured into hungry dust.“No,” Louve gasped from the floor, her fingers still pointing toward Hrolf while blood stained her lips and chin.The healer tried to hold her down, but Louve fought weakly, as if death itself were less frightening than leaving the lie alive.“Hrolf,” she whispered agai

Chapter 5: Rejected Before the Pack

(Daciana POV)The guard’s words struck the prison corridor like thunder, yet I remained still because shock had finally become too familiar to fear.Bardolph turned back to me slowly, and the suspicion in his eyes hurt less than it should have because I expected it now.Ashina had vanished from his chamber, left blood on his bed, and written my name across another lie before I could even stand.I lifted my chained wrists toward him, letting the iron speak louder than my tired mouth ever could.“Tell me, Alpha Bardolph, how did I leave this cell, enter your chamber, harm your precious new Luna, and return to chains unseen?”My voice was calm, but every word carried the broken pieces of love he had crushed before the pack.The guard looked away first, shame coloring his face, because even a frightened warrior could hear the foolishness in Ashina’s newest trap.Bardolph stared at the chains, the locked door, the bleeding marks on my skin, and the doubt that finally had nowhere to hide.F

Chapter 6: The Luna Becomes a Servant

(Daciana POV)Conri’s horse flew through the western woods while smoke swallowed Blackfang behind us, and every breath felt stolen from death itself.I held the saddle with bleeding hands, too weak to shift, too broken to cry, and too angry to faint.Behind us, Bardolph’s voice tore through the smoke, calling my name with the kind of panic that arrived after love had already been murdered.I did not look back again, because looking back was how weak hearts returned to the knife that they first cut.Conri’s arm stayed firm around my waist, not gentle enough to feel false, but steady enough to keep me from falling.His warriors rode beside us in silence, their black armor flashing between trees like shadows sent by the moon herself.“You said my mother did not die serving Blackfang,” I said, forcing the words through my dry and shaking throat.Conri did not answer at once, and that silence made my wolf lift her head inside me with sharp suspicion.“A truth spoken too early can kill fast

Chapter 7: The Stranger at the Border

(Daciana POV)The lower house of Northridge smelled of soap, firewood, wet stone, and secrets hidden beneath the footsteps of busy servants.I wore a plain brown dress, a white apron, and a cloth around my hair, yet every wolf who passed still stared too long.They had been ordered to treat me as a servant, but rumors had already given me a crown I did not want.Tala placed a bucket in my hands before sunrise, and her eyes warned me to make sure to be safe for peace.“If you want servants to speak near you, then your hands must work harder than your name,” she said quietly.I nodded because I had learned in Blackfang that people trusted bent backs more than raised heads.So, I scrubbed floors.I carried water.I washed blood from training shirts while noble wolves walked past me, whispering about Rudina’s daughter hiding under servant cloth.Every whisper became a thread, and I pulled each one gently, hoping one would lead me to Ashina’s hidden hand.By midday, my knees ached, my wris

Chapter 8: The Alpha’s First Regret

(Daciana POV)The masked servant rushed through the smoke with her silver blade raised, and for one frozen heartbeat, everyone moved too slowly.Lyall lay helpless beside me, his hand still gripping mine, while the ring bearing Bardolph’s family crest burned against my palm.Conri shouted my name, but a fallen beam blocked his path, leaving only smoke, fire, and my wounded body between Lyall and death.I did not think like a servant, a rejected Luna, or a lost princess when the blade came down.I moved like my mother’s blood had finally remembered itself.I grabbed the tray I had carried into the tower and swung it with both hands against the attacker’s wrist.The silver blade flew from her hand, spinning across the burning floor before sliding beneath the broken bed.The servant screamed and lunged at me, but I drove my shoulder into her stomach and knocked us both against the wall.Pain shot through my side, sharp enough to steal my breath, but my wolf rose inside me with a strength

Chapter 9: The Maid’s Victory Feast

(Daciana POV)The servants’ voices rose from the lower courtyard like one dead throat, and every word felt carved from somebody else’s will.I stood at the broken tower window, wearing servant brown, smelling smoke in my hair, and watching hundreds of black feathers move below.Those were not enemies from another pack, not warriors with swords, and not strangers who had crossed the border to kill me.They were cooks, cleaners, stable boys, washerwomen, maids, old servants, young servants, and frightened wolves whose hands had built Northridge’s daily life.Now they stood with empty eyes, asking for my blood in the name of the maid who had stolen my Alpha.My wolf pressed against my skin, restless and furious, but I forced her down because claws could not save servants trapped by magic.Conri stood beside me with his hand on his sword, and even his calm face had hardened beneath the weight of betrayal.Bardolph stood a little behind us, silent for once, and his guilt moved through the

Chapter 10: Poisoned by the Maid’s Smile

(Daciana POV)The smell of wolfsbane spread through the feast hall like an invisible hand, closing around every throat that had dared to breathe.Tala’s cup shattered first, spilling dark wine across the stone floor while her face turned pale beneath the dying candlelight.Conri knocked his own cup away before it reached his lips, but the poison had already touched his fingers and burned through his skin.Farkas cursed and kicked the table aside, sending plates, candles, and silver cups crashing while servants screamed around us.Bardolph looked at the wine before him, then at me, and horror filled his eyes as if he had almost failed me again.Ashina laughed softly, still held beneath my grip, and that sound made every wolf in the hall turn toward her with hatred.“You should have seen your faces,” she whispered, smiling through tears as if murder were only a private joke.I twisted her wrist harder, forcing her to her knees, but her smile only grew wider as the black candles burned b

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