All Chapters of The Maid Who Stole My Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

(Ashina POV)The old throne rises beneath me, and I finally understand that my child was claimed before I ever held him.)The throne made of old feathers rose from the cracked moon field, and every bone inside my body knew it had been waiting for me.It did not look like a seat meant for kings but like a grave that had learned how to sit upright beneath worship.Black feathers covered its arms, silver roots wrapped around its base, and old dried blood marked the place where a child’s head should rest.Maelor moved inside me, not like a frightened baby, but like something answering a drum that had beaten before my birth.I pressed both hands over my stomach, bending around him as if my body could become a locked door against the throne.“No,” I whispered, though the word shook beneath every fear I had hidden behind beauty, lies, and stolen power.Adolphus stood near the throne with his golden eye bright, and I realized he had never looked at me with love.He had looked at me like a bri

(Daciana POV)Maelor’s name burned above the throne without blood, clean and untouched, while Otsana’s hand tightened around mine in silent horror.The old throne spread its silver roots toward us, and every root looked hungry for the smallest drop we might lose.Rudina’s spirit stood between us and the black bone seat, fading each time the throne breathed through the cracked moonbeam.I felt the crown tremble above my head, no longer proud or commanding, but afraid of what my blood could unlock.“What happens if I bleed?” I asked, because the throne had begun watching me with every feather, root, and carved bone.Rudina turned toward me, and the sorrow in her face told me the answer before her mouth opened.“If your blood touches that throne, Maelor can command your crown permanently, because your living refusal becomes the bridge he needs.”The field went cold.Otsana stepped in front of me at once, the gold mark blazing as if she could shield me from the air itself.Conri’s face ha

(Ashina POV)The shadow child opened one black eye inside the throne’s cradle, and every breath in my body turned into ice.It wore Maelor’s face, yet it did not carry the softness I had imagined when my hands rested over my stomach at night.Its cheeks were shaped like an unborn dream, but its eye held something older than hunger, older than Adolphus, and colder than blood.I crawled toward it before anyone could stop me, because motherhood moved faster than wisdom when a child’s face appeared inside darkness.Daciana shouted my name behind me, and the shock in her voice told me she understood the mistake before I did.The silver roots curled around my wrists, not cutting, not crushing, but holding me like the throne wanted me close enough to witness.The shadow child smiled in its sleep, and Maelor kicked inside me at the exact same moment, making my whole body fold around pain.“No,” I whispered, looking from the cradle to my stomach, unable to decide which one held my son and whic

(Daciana POV)The throne screamed when Maelor kicked inside Ashina again, and the shadow child in the cradle hissed as if love had burned it.Ashina clutched the silver knife in one shaking hand while my fingers still locked around her wrist, stopping grief from becoming blood.Rudina’s spirit stood beside us, almost transparent now, yet her eyes still carried the strength of a queen refusing another stolen child.“Separate the name from the child,” my mother whispered again, and the crown above me answered with a trembling silver note.I looked at the shadow wearing Maelor’s face, then at Ashina’s stomach, where the real child had moved beneath terror and command.“How?” I asked, because every answer in this field seemed to demand blood from women who had already bled too much.Rudina touched the crown with one fading hand, and the silver branches lowered toward me like something ashamed of its own hunger.“The crown can cut false naming from living blood,” she said, her voice thinni

(Bardolph POV)The whole moon field had seen the first moment I knew Daciana was my true mate, and shame became heavier than every crown watching us.I remembered the riverbank, the mud, her laughter, and the vow I made before pride learned how to sound like duty.I remembered her hand inside mine, warm and trusting, while my wolf whispered that the moon had given me more than power.Then I remembered the great hall, Ashina’s tears, my cruelty, my rejection, and the way Daciana’s trust died beneath my voice.The memory still lived inside me.The crown had taken it from her.That felt worse than losing blood, title, wolf, or breath.Daciana looked at me across the moon field with eyes that knew facts but no longer held the warmth of that day.She knew I had loved her.She knew I had promised safety.She knew I had failed.But the place inside her where that love first became safe had been burned clean by the crown’s forbidden mercy.I pressed both hands against the grass, breathing thr