My Alpha Rejected Me Because I Will Kill Him의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

The Moonfang Citadel smelled of smoke, polished stone and a thousand wolves holding their breath. I stood at the edge of the Convergence hall with my hands clasped so tightly my knuckles ached. Hundreds of unmated wolves lined the marble floor in careful rows. Above us, the gallery was packed with lords, councillors and Alphas from every territory in the Dominion. All of them had come to watch the Alpha King meet whoever the Moon had chosen for him. Nobody had told me it might be me. "Next," called the herald. "Seraphine Veyra." My legs moved before my mind agreed. The aisle stretched ahead of me, long and white, and at the far end sat the throne. The man on it was already looking at me. Kaelith Veyr. I had heard every story. The ruthless one. The king who made Alphas kneel with a glance. I had expected a monster carved from cold, and I had braced myself for it. I had not braced for his eyes. They were silver, and the moment they found mine, my wolf woke so violently t

The registry clerk had been lying to me for twenty minutes, and I was starting to enjoy it."I'm afraid those records are sealed, miss." He smiled the smile of a man nobody important had ever told no. "Pack business. You understand."I smiled back, folded my hands on the counter and let the silence stretch.He was young for his post, soft around the middle, with ink on his cuffs and heavy keys at his belt. Somewhere behind him was a ledger that didn't want to be found."Of course," I said. "Only, the Alpha's steward wrote that I'd be given access to the birth registers for the last thirty years. I have the letter here."I slid a sheet across the counter. It was a very good forgery. It had taken me three weeks and a stolen seal.The clerk skimmed it. His smile slipped. "This is the steward's hand?""Check the seal."He did. It was perfect. He couldn't know I'd pressed the real seal into warm wax while its owner slept off a bottle of wine."Well," he said weakly. "If the steward says."

By the next evening I knew three things about the king's private wing.The first was that the corridors never stayed empty for long. Guards passed every twenty minutes, in pairs, their boots striking the flagstones in a steady beat. The second was that Kaelith Veyr kept to a rigid schedule: council in the morning, training yard at noon, dinner alone at dusk. The third was that on the last night of every week, he left the wing entirely and did not return until the small hours.Tonight was that night.I spent the day polishing candlesticks and carrying linen, keeping my head bowed, my steps quiet. Twice I passed him in a hallway. Neither time did he speak. He walked by me as if I were furniture, and neither time did I believe it.He knows you're here. He's watching.I watched too. And what I watched was a locked door at the end of a dim hallway, the same door where I had stood the night before with my ear against the stone.When the evening bell rang, I set down my tray and counted.Twe