All Chapters of The Maid Who Stole My Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

(Daciana POV)The cracked Alpha ring bled onto the moon field, and half of Blackfang knelt before Lobo like fear had finally found its favorite shape.The other half stayed standing behind Farkas, wounded servants, and the warriors who still remembered that strength without honor becomes another kind of hunger.Bardolph remained on one knee between Otsana and me, bound by a vow that made him look powerless to wolves who worshipped force.Lobo lifted his bleeding hand, and the red light from the broken ring crawled over his arm like a living wound wearing victory.“Blackfang has chosen,” he shouted, letting every word strike Bardolph’s bowed body before reaching the watching packs.I looked at the wolves kneeling before him, and old bitterness rose inside me with a face I recognized too well.These were the people who had believed Ashina’s tears.These were the mouths that called me traitor.These were the hands that let chains touch my wrists in the house I had helped protect.A cruel

(Daciana POV)All twelve children turned their faces toward me at once, and Blood Feather blackness filled their eyes like night poured into innocence.The smallest boy still clutched his broken wooden wolf, but his smile belonged to something buried long before his first breath.Bardolph stepped forward with a strangled sound, and every chain around the children tightened hard enough to make them cry out.“Do not move,” I warned, lifting one hand while my whole body screamed to run toward the children.Bardolph froze, his face pale with helpless fury, because every instinct in him wanted to tear the altar apart with his bare hands.The red circle beneath the children pulsed, and Adolphus’s golden eye watched through the blood smoke rising from the altar’s center.Lobo stood behind the children with the cracked Alpha ring bleeding down his hand, wearing victory like a wolf wearing another man’s skin.“You see the problem now,” Lobo said, his voice low and pleased beneath the frightene

(Daciana POV)The cracked Alpha ring burned in Lobo’s palm, and Bardolph’s knees struck the stone as his hidden bloodline answered through Niall.Every loyal Blackfang warrior behind Bardolph stiffened at once, their eyes widening as red light crawled across the old Alpha marks beneath their skin.Farkas shouted for them to resist, but the ring’s command moved faster than loyalty, guilt, fear, or any elder’s warning.The first warrior turned his blade toward Bardolph with tears already spilling down his face before his arm fully obeyed.“Alpha,” the warrior choked, fighting his own wrist while the blade rose against the man he had followed through war and disgrace.Bardolph looked at him, and I saw the old Alpha inside him break again beneath the horror of being attacked by those who still loved him.“Do not kill them,” Bardolph said, forcing the words through clenched teeth while the ring held him kneeling before Lobo’s stolen claim.Lobo laughed from the other side of the blood circ

(Bardolph POV)The altar opened a red hollow beneath my knees, and every child in the chamber stared at me like my answer could become their breath.Niall’s small hand reached toward me through the blood circle, the cracked Alpha ring burning around his finger like a crown made for punishment.The children’s voices still echoed from the walls, asking for my heart as if the altar had learned mercy’s language only to corrupt it.Give Bardolph’s heart, and the children walk free.I looked at Niall first, because the boy deserved to be seen before I let guilt make another decision in his name.He was trembling, filthy, terrified, and too young to understand why old men’s sins had placed a ring on his hand.Then I looked at Daciana.She stood outside the red circle with Rudina’s crown burning above her, careful not to let one drop of blood betray her again.Her eyes held no soft memory of the riverbank, no warmth from the happiest moment the crown had burned to save Maelor.But she still w

(Daciana POV)The red hollow opened beneath my feet, and Bardolph’s spirit wolf remained bowed before me like a vow the moon refused to bury.Every person inside the chamber stopped breathing, because Blackfang had never seen an Alpha’s wolf choose the woman its master once rejected.Bardolph lay on the stone behind the wolf, pale, hollow, and trembling like a man watching his own soul walk away from him.The altar screamed through the chained children, but the wolf did not move from its bow before my crown-lit feet.Otsana grabbed my arm before the red hollow could widen, her gold mark burning through the cloth wrapped around her wrist.“Do not accept anything too quickly,” she warned, because my sister had learned the cost of being chosen by old magic.Conri stepped beside me, sword raised toward the altar, though his eyes stayed on the wolf with wary respect instead of jealousy.Bardolph tried to crawl forward, one shaking hand stretching toward the spirit wolf that had protected h