บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Tarian and The Crazy Bride Of May Town: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

TARIAN POV"You want to start a business?" I asked, hoping she would laugh and say it’s a joke.I stared at her, waiting for the punchline, but her chin remained tilted, her eyes blazing. Which meant she wasn’t joking. I couldn’t help the bubbling mocking laugh burst from my throat before I could stop it—a rumble that echoed off the high walls of my study."I must admit, Livyana, you never cease to amaze me," I said, leaning back in my chair and lacing my fingers over my chest. "When you marched in here unannounced, making a dramatic spectacle about being suffocated, I fully expected you to ask for a position at Kai-Edwards Holdings. With a master’s degree in Public Relations, a corporate desk job would have been the logical demand. But an enterprise? An independent business?"She must be kidding me."I am not asking for a corporate desk job where I sit in your shadow all day," Livyana replied, her voice steady and laced with the usual razor-sharp edge. "I want something of my own. S

Livia POV “My Queen, please tell me what you are thinking. I hope you aren’t planning on ignoring this,” Amelia said, pacing the narrow stretch of carpet between the full-length mirror and the mountain of fabrics stacked against the wall. She held a tailoring tape tightly in her hands. “Queen Anna isn’t like the rest of the socialites in the capital. She doesn’t just place orders and wait for delivery.” I didn't look up immediately. I sat cross-legged in the center of my velvet-lined closet, a pair of brass shears resting lightly in my palm as I trimmed the raw edges of a blue hemline. “Oh well… she would have to wait because I have to take my time to come up with something exquisite,” I said smoothly, setting the shears down with a soft metallic click. “She can ask every noblewoman from here to the capital. I think you are very smart for making sure orders are placed through third-party couriers, the payouts are laundered through three different merchant houses, and the sket

LIVIA POV"Luna Livyana, Her Majesty the Queen Mother requires your presence in the grand living room immediately," the young maid stammered, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor.I looked up from my sketchbook, quickly sliding the fresh L’Anarchie Atelier designs under a stack of linen on my vanity. "Did she say what this was regarding, Sarah?""No, Luna," Sarah whispered nervously, stepping back into the corridor. "Only that her luggage is already being loaded into the motorcade, and she wishes to speak with you before her departure."Was the Queen Mother going somewhere?"Very well. Tell her I will be down in a moment."As soon as the maid's footsteps faded down the hall, I let out a long, quiet breath. I smoothed down my dress, checked my reflection to ensure my face looked appropriately submissive, and stepped out.As I approached the grand balcony overlooking the main foyer, I could her Queen Mother’s voice, the way it echoed up the marble stairwell in its usual fashion. I pause

LIVIA POV"I'll take the job," I called out, my voice cutting through just as Tarian reached the door knob.I didn’t know when I said that, perhaps the reasons presently replaying in my head would justify such ridiculousness.Tarian stopped dead in his tracks. And as usual he didn't turn around immediately, but the broad muscles across his back stiffened under his athletic shirt. Slowly, he pivoted on his heel, his prying eyes narrowing in a mix of mild surprise and lingering amusement as he looked back at me.He had that annoying smirk that made my skin crawl.But then again, anything to just make headway."Did I hear that correctly?" he asked, his voice smooth and low. "The rebellious, ambitious Luna of May Town is actually volunteering to be my secretary?"Oh moon goddess, this man was gloating again.How can an Alpha be this petty. I huffed.I forced my jaw to relax, swallowing my pride as my brain immediately went to work. Think, Livia, think. Yes, being chained to his desk sound

LIVIA POVMonday morning arrived with a chill that swept down the hallways.I stood before my vanity mirror, taking a long, deliberate look at my reflection.I could not help the excitement brewing inside me, I was wearing an office piece straight from the racks of L’Anarchie Atelier—it was a pepper red executive pencil dress tailored to absolute perfection. It hugged my curves with precision. My hair, usually pinned into a lifeless knot, cascaded in rich, glossy waves down one shoulder.I wasn't playing the quiet, submissive house-cat anymore. At least for the next few weeks, I was going to live entirely in my truth.Taking a deep, grounding breath, I walked out of my room and descended the sweeping staircase.Tarian was already seated at the dining table, casually skimming through his tablet while sipping his black coffee. The moment my heels clicked on the lower steps, the faint clink of his silverware stopped dead.He looked up.Tarian froze completely, the tablet hovering inches