Todos los capítulos de THE LYCAN KING'S STAR MAID: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

Kira pov The way I only ever am in the worst dreams.The cottage is warmer than it has any right to be. I am in the little side room that used to be mine. Father’s cough sounds wetter and heavier than it has for days.His boots scrape across the floorboards. Then an uneven drag, a sudden thump, the sharp clatter of metal hitting stone.I am on my feet before the second sound finishes.“Father?”Only a low, choked noise that does not belong in a living throat.I push the door open too hard. He is on the floor near the table, one hand pressed to his mouth. Black blood pours between his fingers and spreads across the boards. His eyes find me, wide and already half-gone.“Help!” “Help! Someone help him!” i criedNo one comes.I drop to my knees so hard it jars my teeth. My small hands press against his chest, his shoulder, the side of his face. The blood is hot and sticky.“Please! please stay! Father, look at me”His mouth opens. Black fluid runs over his lower lip. He forces the ai

POV: KiraThree years later the cottage still smells of damp wood and boiled cabbage.I wake before the first light because the floorboards under my thin blanket have already grown cold enough to bite. My body knows the routine better than my mind does. Rise. Fold the blanket. Empty the ash bucket. Fetch water from the well before anyone else stirs. Fail any of those steps and the day turns sharper.Bridget’s footsteps sound on the stairs. I keep my head down and my hands busy. Alexia follows a minute later, yawning, hair perfect even at this hour. She never carries the water. She never sweeps. She only watches.“You’re slower this morning,” Bridget says without looking at me. Her voice is flat, the way a knife is flat before it cuts. “The market opens early. I want the eggs sold before the sun climbs. And the mending finished by midday. Alexia needs her blue dress ready for the evening gathering.”I nod. Words waste time and invite more instructions.Outside the air is thin and gra

Exactly 2,000 words | First-Person POV: KiraFirst light arrives without mercy. The bell is higher and clearer than any sound the cottage ever made, slicing through sleep and hesitation alike, and it leaves no room for lingering or second thoughts of any kind.The bell cuts through the thin walls and I am already on my feet before the last echo fades. The second bed is still empty. The other intake has not arrived, or perhaps she was assigned elsewhere without notice. I pull on the gray uniform while the last notes of the bell are still fading, knot the apron with fingers that remember every previous morning’s labor, slip the brass token into the small pocket sewn specifically for it, and step into the corridor before anyone has to come looking for the newest low maid.A senior maid waits at the end of the hall with a slate in one hand and a face that has long forgotten how to soften for anyone wearing gray. She does not greet me or ask whether I slept. She only points toward the fa