All Chapters of The Maid the Alphas Couldn't Forget: Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

Chapter 101:The harvest came late that year, the fields heavy with grain that bent low under the weight of the sun, the stalks golden and thick, swaying in the wind like a sea of gold. I woke before dawn each morning, the crown warm against my brow, the cold air sharp against my skin, and walked to the fields to work alongside the wolves. The rhythm of the work was grounding—the steady sweep of the scythe, the gathering of the stalks, the binding of the bundles with twine that bit into my calloused fingers. My hands were blistered, my back aching with the familiar burn of muscles pushed to their limit, but the work was good. It kept me present. It kept me from thinking about the road.Ella worked beside me, her movements growing more practiced with each passing day. She had learned to bind the grain quickly, her small fingers finding the rhythm that had taken me weeks to master. Her shoulders were straight, her posture sure, her brown eyes fixed on the stalks

Chapter 103:The frost came early that year, settling over the village in a thin white layer that crunched beneath our boots each morning. The fields were bare, the grain stored, the smoke rising thick and steady from the chimneys. The wolves moved slower now, their breath misting in the cold air, their bodies settling into the rhythm of winter. The days were shorter, the nights longer, and the village had folded inward, seeking the warmth of the fires and the comfort of shared spaces.I woke each morning before the sun, the crown warm against my brow, the cold pressing against my skin as I pulled on my boots. I walked the village slowly, my hands tucked into my coat, my eyes scanning the treeline. The silence was heavy, but not heavy in a bad way. It was the silence of rest, of wolves who had finally stopped looking over their shoulders, of a place that had begun to trust its own walls.I found Kael at the training yard, his blade in his hands, his breath misting as he moved through

Chapter 105:The winter settled in like a living thing, wrapping its cold fingers around the village and refusing to let go. The days grew shorter, the sun a pale ghost that barely cleared the treeline before sinking again, and the nights stretched on, endless and dark. The fires burned constantly now, the wood cracking and popping in the hearths, the smoke rising thick and steady from the chimneys. The wolves moved slower, their bodies conserving energy, their voices quieter, the laughter of the children muted by the weight of the cold.I woke each morning before the sun, the crown warm against my brow, and walked the village. The frost crunched beneath my boots, the air sharp and biting. I checked the walls, the gates, the watch posts. I counted the stacks of firewood, the jars in the storehouse, the bundles of dried meat hanging from the rafters. The village was prepared. The village was ready. But the cold pressed against me anyway, a weight I carried with

Chapter 107:The winter had settled into the bones of the village, a deep and unrelenting chill that no fire seemed to fully chase away. The days were short, the sun a pale ghost that barely cleared the treeline before sinking back into the horizon, and the nights stretched on, endless and dark, filled with the sound of wind howling through the cracks in the walls. The wolves moved slowly, their bodies conserving energy, their voices muted, the laughter of the children replaced by the quiet hum of survival.I woke each morning before the sun, the crown warm against my brow, and walked the village. The frost crunched beneath my boots, the air sharp and biting, each breath a cloud of white that hung in the air before dissipating. I checked the walls, the gates, the watch posts. I counted the stacks of firewood, the jars in the storehouse, the bundles of dried meat hanging from the rafters. The village was prepared. The village was ready. But the cold pressed aga