All Chapters of The Seven Heats: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Ella’s POVLaughter.It echoed through the Grand Hall, loud enough to drown every other noise. The laughter of victory, of celebration. Tonight, the royal army of the Alpha King had returned after three long months at war, and every noble, warrior, and servant had been ordered to attend the feast.Well...Attend wasn't exactly the right word.I was here to clean after everyone else.That’s what I do best.Clean peoples mess. Funny, when I can’t clean my own. Balancing a wooden tray against my hip, I slipped between rows of overflowing tables, collecting empty goblets and greasy plates while trying not to bump into anyone.It’s a task here, trust me.The entire hall smelled of roasted boar, warm bread, honeyed wine and burning candles.It almost felt... happy.Almost.And despite everything, I liked it.It was different from the endless routine waiting for me in the omega quarters, washing mountains of laundry, scrubbing soot-blackened pots, and cooking meals for hundreds of omegas

Silence stretched between us. And while majority people get uncomfortable by it, I lived by it. Peace is not something which is received, it’s earned, especially on the title that I sit on. And I ravish it. The burning liquid sips down my throat and I look at the woman in front of me. Her clothes came off before that cheshire smile on her lips. Bowing to show off her cleavage at an agonising slow pace, she slips down that skirt of hers to have it pool near her heel clad feet. Next comes her top, leaving her just in her inner wears. My eyes travel her frame from top to bottom. Toned, curves at right places, assets too big to be natural. She was perfect. For the purpose why she was here. And that smile on her lips on watching me watch her told me, she knew it. She knew it too well. “ May I?” Her blue eyes ask for permission to come closer and I lay my head back on the headrest to nod. Closing my eyes. My fingers tap on the armrest, a habit I have failed to loose. I

I took off running. Up the marble staircase. Past the silver framed portraits of dead kings. Past the towering windows drenched in moonlight. My heartbeat pounded louder with every step. The royal wing felt like a different world. The moment I crossed the final staircase, the air itself changed. Thick crimson carpets swallowed the sound of my footsteps. Massive crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, scattering golden light across polished black marble walls. Carved wooden pillars twisted upward like ancient trees, their branches meeting above my head in a web of shadows and gold. Everything here whispered wealth. Power. Danger. I had spent my entire life in the lower quarters, surrounded by smoke, sweat, and endless work. This place felt untouched by reality. Untouched by people like me. Another cramp twisted through my stomach. I pressed the stack of clothes tighter against my chest and hurried down the corridor. The guards barely glanced at me. The laundry i