All Chapters of The Maid Who Stole My Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Bardolph POV)The crown pulsed at Daciana’s feet, demanding her willing blood before sunrise, while my pack split around us like a wounded beast.I no longer wore the Alpha ring, yet every scream, every trembling servant, and every confused warrior still struck my chest like duty.Lobo stood near the courtyard steps with the stolen ring burning on his finger, smiling as if Blackfang had already chosen him.Half the warriors behind him stared with red-lit eyes, bound by Adolphus’s pact and old laws twisted into invisible chains.The other half looked at me with fear, shame, and desperate hope, waiting for a command from a man who had surrendered his throne.That was the first lesson of losing power.Some wolves only obey the ring, but others still look for the voice that once carried them through fire.Daciana stood beside Rudina’s crown in servant brown, her bleeding palm still untouched by the price Otsana had named.Conri watched her with guarded fury, ready to carry her away from

(Daciana POV)Ashina stood before me in the lower laundry passage, asking me to spare the child she had once used as a crown.My blade remained at her throat, but the fear in her eyes did not belong to the maid who had stolen my place.It belonged to a mother who had finally understood that her own father had sharpened her baby before birth.I wanted to hate her without interruption, because clean hatred was easier than hearing a monster speak with a frightened mother’s voice.But nothing in my life had stayed clean since the morning Ashina carried a tray and a lie toward my door.“You want me to promise mercy after everything you did,” I said, keeping the blade steady beneath her trembling chin.Ashina swallowed, and blood touched the edge of the knife, where my hand refused to soften.“I want you to promise the child will not pay for the weapon Adolphus tried to make,” she whispered.The words struck too close to every wound I carried, because I had also been born into a plan writte

(Daciana POV)Rudina’s final line stayed inside the chapel like a candle refusing to die, burning every shadow around the name Due.Trust the servant who answers to Due, but only when she remembers the name I gave her before the ash.The words should have given me a path, but instead they turned every servant in Blackfang into a door I feared opening.Due was alive.Due had stood in the lower house when I found my mother’s crown beneath the old bread oven.Due had told me Rudina came bleeding, holding me, begging the servants to hide what she could not carry farther.Now the letter said Due was more than a witness.She was Rudina’s third protector.She knew how to destroy Blood Feather forever.And if Adolphus knew that, then Due was already in danger, or worse, already watched by the last spy we still had not found.Otsana Blackmoon folded the letter with shaking hands, but her eyes never left the name written by our mother.For the first time, my sister looked less like a weapon and

(Bardolph POV)They brought me before Blackfang at dawn with silver chains around my wrists and my burned hand wrapped in blood-soaked cloth.The courtyard smelled of smoke, fear, old law, and the shame of a pack pretending judgment had not already been poisoned.Lobo sat in the Alpha chair with my stolen ring burning red on his finger, while the elders gathered beside him like vultures in ceremonial robes.Half the pack stood behind him with hard faces and frightened eyes, choosing order because truth had become too expensive to hold.The other half stood farther back, silent and torn, watching me as if I were both their fallen Alpha and their warning.Daciana stood near the lower steps in servant brown, Rudina’s crown wrapped in cloth behind her, refusing to hide and refusing to kneel.Conri stood at her right, not touching her, not claiming her, but guarding her with the quiet patience of a king who understood restraint.Farkas leaned on his cane near my left side, looking half-dea

(Daciana POV)The altar beneath Blackfang’s Alpha hall beat like a living heart, and every pulse made the carved names glow brighter beneath our feet.My name burned beside Otsana Blackmoon’s, Ashina’s unborn child, and Bardolph’s, as if the stone had already chosen its next meal.Bardolph stood near the altar with his face drained of color, staring at his name like he had found his own grave.Conri moved slowly around the chamber, studying the blood channels, old symbols, and broken bones hidden inside the cracks.Otsana Blackmoon stood beside me, too still, too quiet, too wounded to pretend the altar had not named her too.For one strange breath, we were not rival heirs, not enemies, and not daughters standing on opposite sides of a moon challenge.We were two sisters staring at proof that men had carved our lives into stone before either of us understood our names.“This is what Adolphus meant,” Otsana whispered, and her voice shook beneath the Blood Feather mark burning at her thr