All Chapters of The Maid Who Was the Alpha's Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

Soraya Miller’s POV I remained exactly where I was, unable to make myself move. All around me, people had begun speaking in low voices, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Everything sounded distant, muffled beneath the ringing in my ears. My eyes stayed fixed on the wall. I didn't understand. My name was written there. My name, in a place where everyone who mattered to me could see it, followed by something that made absolutely no sense. A stray? Me? I'd lived at Blackwater for as long as I could remember. My mind went immediately to Clara, and the confusion only deepened. She had been there for me my entire life. She was the person I'd called Mama for as long as I could remember, the woman who had raised me, cared for me and taught me everything I knew about surviving in this household. So why would anyone claim that I'd been left at Blackwater's gates? I looked around again. No one seemed willing to meet my eyes now. That frightened me more than t

Soraya Miller’s POV The aroma reached me before I even made it halfway down the stairs. Something savory and buttery drifted throughout the house, causing my stomach to give an embarrassing little growl. Was Lucien actually cooking? Because whatever he was making smelled ridiculously good. I paused on the last step, glancing toward the kitchen. Honestly, I had expected Lucien's house to feel strange after spending only a few hours here, but somehow, it already felt different from when I'd arrived. Maybe it was the shower, or maybe it was the clean clothes on my body. The pajamas—a loose shirt and matching shorts—Lucien had left in the wardrobe were surprisingly very comfortable, both soft against my skin. Perhaps it was simply the fact that I wasn't carrying the weight of Blackwater on my shoulders for the first time all

Soraya Miller's POVI woke up slowly, still heavy with sleep. For a few seconds, I didn't know where I was. I was comfortable and so tired that opening my eyes felt like more effort than it should. My body shifted on its own, searching for an even more comfortable position, and I settled again without giving much thought to it. Then something felt wrong. Well, not wrong exactly, just very. . . unfamiliar. An inviting warmth pressed against my back, and I could hear and feel the soft breathing right against the nape of my neck. My eyes flew open, and the headache hit almost immediately. I squeezed my eyes shut again, pressing my lips together as a dull ache settled behind my forehead that quickly turned into a sharp throb. What the actual hell? I stayed completely still, one hand pressed against my forehead.

Soraya Miller’s POVMy hands moved before I could think better of it. I pressed them against his chest and pushed, not because I genuinely expected him to move if he didn’t want to, but because I needed something between us that wasn’t the ridiculous amount of tension currently making it too difficult to breathe. To my relief, Lucien allowed himself to be pushed back. He took one slow step away, his expression still carrying that faint amusement that made me want to wipe the smile off his face. “Just leave me alone,” I muttered. He studied me for a moment, eyebrows lifted slightly. “Anothe