All Chapters of The Seven Heats: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Introduction; Ella Lockwood was never more than a servant. A cursed female born beneath a new moon, she came into this world carrying a rare disorder—AII. Autoimmune Inflammation. Her body does not know how to surrender to stress. It fights it. Every fear, every humiliation, every moment of pressure can send her body into a vicious inflammatory response. So she learned not to fight back. Because fighting back hurt. And hurting was dangerous. For twenty-six years, Ella had lived in the shadows of the Volkov castle, scrubbing its floors, cleaning its filth, and making herself small enough to be forgotten. Marked by cruelty. Mocked for her size. Overlooked for being weak. She learned early that in a world ruled by wolves, the weak were meant to kneel if they wanted to survive. So she knelt. She lowered her eyes. She swallowed every insult. And she smiled. Because sometimes surviving meant pretending nothing could hurt you. Dominicus Volkov is the Alpha King. Feared. R

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

Dominicus' POV My steps were heavy, shirt drenched clinging to my body and eyes dark. Rain continued to hit my body as my footsteps stop at the animal farm in front of me. Thunder rolled somewhere beyond the mountains, shaking the night. The entire farm reeked of wet earth, mud, rotting hay and livestock. The scent of arousal was the strongest here. Like a disease infecting the air. Sweet. Warm. Inviting. Yet Disgusting. My jaw tightened. Whoever she was, she had managed to sneak into my chambers, leave that unbearable scent all over my bed, and disappear before my guards noticed. Bold. Or suicidal. The trail had led me here. The royal stables. The scent of horses, damp hay, old wood and wet earth collided with one another, masking nearly everything else. It was an intelligent place to hide. Hundreds of scents overlapped beneath this roof. Even a trained Alpha would struggle to isolate one from another. I inhaled slowly. There. Faint. Almost imp

Ella’s POV My palms were clammy, my heart thudding so violently against my ribs. I raised my knuckles to knock. But before they could touch the wood, the door opened from the inside. A woman stepped out. “Your Majesty—” “ He….I was called—” She barely looked at me. She was moving too quickly, her arms full of papers, barking orders over her shoulder. “No. Not just that. Everything. Bring out everything!” Two servants hurried past her. “Those too!” “Yes ma’am!” She finally turned her attention to me, her expression impatient. “I’m afraid the Alpha’s office is out of operation for the next few days. He has shifted it to the ground floor. Room two.” She glanced toward the hallway as another servant appeared. “Now, you’ll please excuse me. I have a lot of mess to take care of.” My brows furrowed. This had been the Alpha’s office since forever. I didn’t remember anyone changing it. “His Majesty moved his office?” She was already turning away. “Yes