Todos los capítulos de The Wolf Kings choice : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Ava’s response to my quiet dismissal was a sharp, grating laugh that echoed off the crystal chandelier above us. It was a sound devoid of any real joy, dripping only with malicious triumph. Before I could even turn back to the glass counter, the heavy velvet curtain separating the showroom from the back office was violently shoved aside. The shopkeeper marched out, her face flushed with anxiety. She had clearly heard the commotion and, more importantly, she had heard who was making it. "Amy Hart!" the shopkeeper snapped, her voice cracking like a whip across the quiet boutique. She rushed past me, completely ignoring the cleaning cloth still in my trembling hands. "Watch how you talk to Miss Ava! She is our top client. Are you completely out of your mind? You sure you want to piss her off?"My heart plummeted into my stomach. I looked at the shopkeeper, the woman who had praised my gentle demeanor just a day ago, and saw nothing but greed in her eyes. To her, I wasn't a person; I wa

The boutique was suffocating. The heavy scent of expensive floral perfumes, polished leather, and burning beeswax candles pressed down on me like a physical weight. I knelt on the floor, cradling my bleeding right hand against my chest, surrounded by the chaotic, ruined mountain of luxury shoes. Ava sat upon her velvet throne, sipping her freshly poured tea, completely unbothered by the sheer cruelty she had just inflicted. Her two shadows, Beatrice and Chloe, continued to snicker behind their gloved hands, watching me as if I were a wounded animal bleeding out for their entertainment. Behind the counter, Madam Elara furiously tallied a ledger, casting venomous glares in my direction. In her eyes, I wasn't the victim of an unprovoked assault; I was a clumsy, incompetent servant who had just cost her the biggest commission of the season. I took a shaky breath, forcing myself to push past the blinding throb in my knuckles. I had to start cleaning up. If I didn't clear the floor, Elar

The heavy, oppressive silence of the boutique was broken only by the sound of my own ragged breathing. Madam Elara was already turning on her heel, her silk skirts rustling loudly as she prepared to rush to the front door and flag down the royal guards. The royal dungeon. The very words tasted like ash in my mouth. If they threw me into a freezing, damp cell, my baby wouldn’t survive the winter. That single, terrifying thought cut through the fog of my panic like a glowing blade. I couldn't just stand here and let this spoiled, vicious girl destroy my family out of sheer boredom. Lycan was fighting to build us a future, and I had to fight to protect it here. I wiped my uninjured hand fiercely across my wet cheeks, smearing my tears. I pushed myself away from the velvet-lined wall, forcing my spine completely straight. I ignored the blinding pain radiating from my crushed knuckles and stepped directly into Ava’s path. "No," I said, my voice ringing out with a sudden, crystal-clear f

The polished floorboards of the boutique felt a thousand miles long as I marched away from the velvet-lined hallway. My heart was hammering a frantic, deafening rhythm against my ribs, but I didn't look back. I had dropped my apron. I had quit. I was leaving this suffocating nightmare of silk and cruelty behind me forever. Through the grand glass windows at the front of the shop, I could see the heavy snow falling in the winter twilight. Freedom was just ten paces away. *Eight paces. Six paces. Just reach the brass handle.*"Stop right there!" Madam Elara’s shrill, panicked voice shrieked from the hallway behind me. I didn't stop. I reached my left hand out toward the heavy brass handle of the front door, the cold winter draft already seeping through the glass to kiss my flushed, tear-stained cheeks. Suddenly, the shadows flanking the entrance shifted. Two massive, heavily armored men stepped directly into my path, completely blocking the glass doors. They were Joe’s personal bod

The sheer, unfiltered malice in Madam Elara’s voice seemed to suck the remaining oxygen straight out of the boutique. "Hold her down!" Elara shrieked, all pretense of high-society elegance completely abandoned. She was no longer a refined shopkeeper; she was a desperate, vicious woman willing to destroy an innocent life to protect her own wealth. She pointed a shaking finger at my trembling form. "You poor trash don't deserve reason. Strip her!!!"The command echoed off the crystal chandeliers and the pristine glass display cases, hanging in the air like a physical death sentence. The two hulking mercenaries didn't hesitate. They were men who sold their violence to the highest bidder, and Lord Joe’s gold paid for absolute, unquestioning brutality. The first guard lunged forward, his massive, iron-gauntleted hand wrapping around the back of my neck. He shoved me violently downward. My bruised knees slammed into the unforgiving, polished floorboards with a sickening *crack*, sending