Todos los capítulos de The Blind Alpha's Secret Mate: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

The cold morning air bit against my bruised skin as I carefully lifted Alpha Killian’s heavy, sweat-slick arm off my waist. He let out a low, restless rumble in his sleep, his hand reflexively tightening on the velvet sofa cushion behind me, but he didn't wake.Every inch of my body ached—a sharp, throbbing reminder of the relentless, possessive passion he had visited upon me all night. My thighs trembled as my feet hit the cold hardwood floor, and I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp.If I stayed until full daylight, I was a dead woman.In the eyes of the Silverclaw Pack, I was nothing more than a "wolf-less" servant—a slang term used by the elite to mock omegas whose inner beasts were too weak to manifest a physical form. For a wolf-less maid to be caught in the bed of the most dangerous Alpha in the territory wasn't just a scandal; it was a crime punishable by execution. Celeste and her cruel high-ranking guards would butcher me on the spot, long before Killian ever

My muscles screamed in protest as I pulled the thin, threadbare blanket over my naked shoulders. Every movement sent a sharp, throbbing ache through my core and along my inner thighs—a visceral, undeniable echo of Alpha Killian’s ruthless, possessive weight slamming into me on that velvet sofa.I lay curled on the narrow, lumpy cot in my tiny servant's room, my chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. The air in the cellar room was freezing, smelling of damp stone and old dust, but my skin was still burning. It felt as though his rain-and-ozone scent was permanently embedded in my pores, no matter how hard I tried to pull the cheap wool up to cover myself.I closed my eyes, but the pitch-black darkness of the VIP suite immediately rushed back to consume me.I could still feel his massive, calloused hands bruising my waist, pinning my wrists above my head like I was a helpless captive. I could still hear his dark, guttural growls vibrating against my collarbone as his teeth scraped

The joyous, deafening cheers of the Ashmoor family echoed through the upper estate like a twisted nightmare. Wine flowed, crystal glasses clinked, and my stepmother’s shrill, triumphant laughter rang down the corridors. Celeste had done it. She had presented the stolen silver crescent ring to Alpha Killian, spun her web of smooth lies, and emerged as the newly declared betrothed Luna of the Silverclaw Pack.And my reward for her grand victory was a pile of coarse servant rags thrown violently at my face."Put those on, you worthless rat!" my stepmother spat, her hand slamming against the wooden frame of my cellar doorway. "Celeste is moving into the main palace's bridal suite today, and she refuses to let anyone else touch her gowns. You will carry her silks, alter her hemline, and clean her chambers until the wedding ceremony.""Stepmother, please..." I begged, my raw, hoarse voice barely a whisper as I clutched the rough grey linen to my chest. "Let me stay in the pack cellars. Assi