บททั้งหมดของ The Blind Alpha's Secret Mate: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The air inside the cramped, poorly ventilated servants' quarters felt heavy with impending dread, smelling faintly of old wood and the bitter metallic tang of fear. Hours had passed since Nurse Martha’s frantic warning in the pantry, yet the memory of the sizzling black poison eating through the mess hall flagstones still burned fresh behind Seraphina’s eyelids. Every ticking second felt like a countdown toward certain death. Driven by the raw, primal instinct to protect the fragile, miraculous life growing deep within her womb, she knew she could no longer remain a passive target within the viper’s nest of the Alpha’s palace.Seraphina moved silently around the small, shadowed room, her hands trembling as she hurriedly gathered her meager possessions. Her physical strength, already heavily compromised by the trauma of the freezing pillory and the profound, demanding exhaustion of early pregnancy, was pushed to its absolute limit. Overestimating her own endurance, she felt a sharp, st

The air inside the cramped servants' quarters was charged with an intoxicating, volatile energy, vibrating with the heavy aftershocks of a kiss that had shattered every boundary of restraint. Seraphina stood pinned against the solid oak door, her chest heaving as she fought to drag oxygen back into her burning lungs. Her lips throbbed, sensitized and swollen from the fierce, demanding pressure of Killian’s mouth, while her entire body felt suspended in a dizzying haze of conflicting impulses. Part of her, weak and entirely at the mercy of the fated mate bond, wanted nothing more than to lean back into his massive frame, to surrender completely to the dark, consuming safety of his protection.Yet, beneath that romantic fog, a cold wave of absolute terror crashed over her consciousness.No. I have to push him away.The terrifying reality of her situation clawed its way back to the surface of her mind. She was not just a simple maid caught up in a forbidden romance; she was the last surv

The heavy, oppressive silence of the high council wing felt entirely different from the quiet shadows of the lower servants' quarters. Here, the corridors were lined with dark mahogany wainscoting, expensive Persian rugs that swallowed the sound of approaching footsteps, and heavy velvet draperies that kept out the natural light of day. Every inch of the space radiated an aura of elite exclusivity, power, and deep, institutional corruption. Seraphina pressed her back against the cool, wood-paneled wall of the hallway, her heart hammering frantically against her ribs like a trapped bird as she listened closely for the heavy tread of patrolling guards.With the entire elder council currently summoned to the grand hall to confront Alpha Killian over the betrothal contracts, the upper administrative wing was practically deserted. It was a dangerously narrow window of opportunity—a reckless gamble that could cost her everything if she was caught trespassing in a restricted zone. But the ve

The acrid smell of ozone and crushed stone hung thick in the air of Lord Vane’s shattered study, mixing with the terrified gasps of the corrupt elder as he scrambled backward from the wreckage. Through the massive hole blasted straight through the load-bearing masonry, the freezing winter wind howled into the room, carrying the smoke of scorched metal and the fading echoes of the chief guard’s screams. Seraphina stood frozen amidst the floating dust and debris for a single, terrifying heartbeat. She stared down at her trembling hands, her heart slamming violently against her ribs as the overwhelming, blinding realization of what she had just done washed over her.Her royal Sun-Wolf magic had finally broken free. The hidden power she had suppressed and fought so desperately to conceal had exploded outward in a cataclysmic display of divine protection, shattering stone and throwing an armed enforcer across the room like a broken toy.There was no turning back now. The entire palace woul

The howling wind tore through the dense, towering canopy of the Silverwood Forest with relentless fury, hurling blinding sheets of jagged ice and blinding snow across the dark landscape. The forest had transformed into a freezing, white labyrinth—a treacherous graveyard for anyone foolish enough to brave its depths without shelter during the height of winter. Through the blinding whiteout, a solitary figure stumbled blindly forward, her boots dragging heavily through the deep, suffocating drifts of knee-deep snow.Seraphina’s breath came in ragged, painful gasps that burned her throat with every inhalation. Her physical strength was completely depleted, pushed far beyond the absolute breaking point by hours of continuous flight, the psychological trauma of the council's betrayal, and the profound, demanding exhaustion of her early pregnancy. Every step felt like lifting weights of lead, and a sharp, persistent cramp twisted painfully across her lower abdomen, reminding her with every