All Chapters of The Maid Who Was the Alpha's Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Soraya Miller’s POV My wolf knew it was him even before the knock sounded. But I waited, and sure enough, the patterned knock came at around 1am. Trying to contain my excitement, I quickly paused the movie I was watching on my phone and hopped over, unlocking the door as quietly as I could. His hands found my waist, pulling me into his embrace, lips enclosing mine with an intensity I'd grown used to but could never get tired of. This was so goddamn wrong, and we both knew it. But as they said, the forbidden fruit always tasted the sweetest. He smiled against my lips, finally breaking free as he came into my room. I poked my head out a bit, taking a clean sweep of the hallway with my eyes, but there was no one in sight. Satisfied, I quietly shut the door and turned the lock. “You know you shouldn’t be opening the door this late.” “I know, that’s why we can't keep meeting like this, Cas,” I muttered, sitting beside him on my bed. “It's dangerous.” “Be calm, Sora,” he

Soraya Miller’s POV Standing through a three-course meal with my heart breaking apart each second was something I never thought I’d go through. “Honestly, I think they’ll adore this pairing,” Luna Elara said, wiping away lamb sauce from her lips. Rielle laughed softly, tucking a golden loc of hair behind her ears. “I hope so. Mother says I worry too much.” “You do,” Rhoda Thorne agreed immediately. “Mother.” “You absolutely do.” A round of rich laughter followed, and even Cassian smiled. The sight of it all made me sick to my stomach. “It’s settled then,” Alpha Dominic announced. “We’ll inform them about the union at the meeting upstairs.” Rielle looked towards Cassian. “You’re alright with that?” For the first time since entering the hall, he actually spoke. “Of course.” Whatever was left of me shattered instantly. I couldn’t breathe. “You two really do look good together.” Luna Elara’s eyes sparkled in a way I’d never seen before. Heat rose to Rielle’s ch

Soraya Miller’s POV I sat in a corner of the hallway, helping Clara compile a restocking list for foodstuffs used during the founding family meeting/introduction that happened a few days ago. While she moved around the manor performing her never-ending tasks. It was tiring, but anything to take my mind off of Cassian and that weird Lucien Noire guy was highly welcomed. “Soraya,” someone called, causing me to look up and see it was Beatrice. “Hmm?” “Clara wants you upstairs,” Beatrice said, stretching out her hand for the inventory book. “In the Luna’s dressing room.” My heart sank instantly as I handed it over. “For what?” “How would I know?” she looked genuinely offended as she snatched the book away from me and entered the kitchen. I stalked up to the third floor, where all the family members' rooms were. Taking in a deep breath, I knocked once and waited till the door was opened for me. Luna Elara sat reclined against a throne-like chaise, with her human nail techn

Soraya Miller’s POV I silently followed Odette to the ground floor, where the general fitting room was, trying and failing to stop thinking about how disastrous things might become soon. For once, I was grateful for her being silent, but my thanksgiving was short-lived because as soon as the seamstress started taking my measurements, she began with her snide remarks again. “Make sure the skirt isn’t too long,” Odette said, mockery evident in her tone. “We don’t want her tripping over herself.” “I’m sure I can manage just fine, Odette. Thanks for the concern,” I smiled, but the aggressive undertones were there. “That’s Miss Arden to you,” she warned. Yeah, right. The seamstress held up fabric samples in ivory and deep wine accents, even gold embroidery to match the Thorn colours. Amazing. Now I get to look like part of the wedding package. “The uniform will be ready by noon tomorrow.” By the time I escaped the fitting room, I felt as though I’d been inspected and judged by

Cassian Blackwell’s POV There came a point where saying yes stopped being a choice, where opinions became decorative. Eventually, life simply decided for you. Coward, Varkon growled beneath my skin. It was laughable that even my own wolf was against me. But he was right. He was always right. I adjusted the cuff of my suit jacket for what had to be the fifth time in the last three minutes. It hadn't moved a millimeter. My gaze remained on the chaos beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a crystal tumbler resting loosely in my hand. Outside, luxury cars rolled into the artistic driveway one after another as the valets hurried forward. Cameras flashed every few seconds, not giving the slightest break in between. The engagement hadn't even started and the performance already had an audience. If anything, I was beginning to understand why people drank before celebrations. It was very useful for numbing the voices. I took another sip of the Macallan and it burned all