Semua Bab The Alpha King’s Reborn Queen: Bab 1 - Bab 10

SerenaDrip. Drip. Drip.Water drips from somewhere above me, in a slow, indifferent rhythm, falling against stone. The sound is distinctive even within the sounds of morbid despair assaulting the senses.Down the corridor, someone is crying softly- the sound unmistakably female. Further off, someone moans in fever-sleep- thin and worn out. The kind that comes from someone who doesn’t have much longer to live.“Shut up b*tch!” a man’s furious voice cuts through followed by a loud slap, “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be here.” He snarls.“Keep crying and I’ll strangle you myself before the executioner gets to you.” He spits venomously- his aggression failing to hide unmistakeable treble of fear in his voice. The crying immediately stops.The prison returns to silence. But it doesn’t last before a blood-curdling scream erupts and I flinch in spite of myself. The sound is loud and piercing, sending shivers of terror down the spine of anyone listening.I close my eyes and let my head

Serena My eyes snap open. Above me is a canopy of pale lace- a crest of climbing roses embroidered along its edges. Its familiar- the same canopy I fell asleep under for eight years. I turn my head, and the room around me is the same. A vanity by large double French windows, a fire burning low in the fireplace, keeping the chill of winter out and the room toasty. I know this room. I shouldn’t be seeing it. For a moment, I simply lie there, caught in the strange state between sleep and waking, my mind trying to catch up to what my eyes are seeing. Is this a dream? Some final vision conjured by my dying brain? But remember dying. Yes, I definitely died. I remember the wolfsbane burning my insides like liquid fire. What is this now? I run a hand over my body, half expecting the movement to shed sharp shards of pain slicing and radiating through my body. I drank a vial of potent silver wolfsbane after all- but there’s nothing. No wound, no pain. Nothing. There’s a dull heaviness be

SerenaThe doors open, and I step into the room. The first thing I see is his broad back as he stands facing away from me.He turns at the sound of the doors, and our eyes meet.He's gorgeous. He's always been- dark hair falling to his shoulders, perfectly tousled. His jaw is strong and sharply defined, his nose straight, his features almost too perfectly sculpted. He is tall and broad-shouldered, and even beneath the immaculate tailoring of his clothes, there is no hiding the strength of his body.He has always carried himself like this. With an effortless authority that makes people straighten their backs and lower their voices without even realizing it. The presence of a powerful Alpha filling the room before he has even spoken a word.He is, without question, a beautiful man.Once, I thought that beauty belonged to me.How foolish I was.In my previous life, he never came to see me that morning- I never gave him the chance. The moment I had woken up, I rushed to find him, barely c

SerenaWhat is this about?My mind races as a furrow creases my brows.Could this be about Lady Fiona? Perhaps he is trying to sound me out because I have not mentioned his new Companion even once?He likely expected me to be jealous and complain, but because I didn’t, it threw him off. He thought I was acting strange and wants to know why.I would have jumped at an offer like that once. I wouldn’t have recognised the trap and would have instantly taken the bait. First, I would have demanded he throw out all those Companions. Then, I would demand he never look at or touch another woman ever again. Lastly, I would demand he make time for me every day.That used to be my greatest wish.I’m not so foolish anymore.My heart sinks and my eyes imperceptibly narrow. He’s baiting me.I give him the same gracious smile I have given him all morning.“There is nothing, Your Majesty. Everything is perfectly satisfactory.”He studies my face for a few more seconds, as though searching for somethin

SerenaShock ripples through the gathered servants at her disrespectful words- but beneath it, in the furtive glances they exchange, I can see that most of them agree with her. Marisol's frown deepens into a glare, and she rounds on Cordelia with her hands on her hips. "Audacious! Don't you dare talk to the Miss that way!"Marisol has never once been able to stomach an insult against me. Cordelia only lifts her chin higher, unbothered, clearly not sorry in the slightest.I raise a hand, and Marisol falls quiet, though the glare doesn't leave her face. I turn my attention back to Cordelia and study her in silence for a moment.I have four personal maids. Rosalyn is steady and mature. Marisol is warm and mischievous. Kara is introverted and diligent. And Cordelia is soft-spoken and gentle- or at least she used to pretend to be...The first three are all pretty in their own right. But Cordelia- Cordelia is simply beautiful. The kind of beauty that demands a second look.So yes. She has