The Maid the Alphas Couldn't Forget
Emmanuel Rich maid for the alphasthe alpha who watched in silencethe alpha’s forgotten matesorry, alpha. i don't want to be your mistress
Chapter 6: The Bone Cathedral
“Power doesn’t come from the blood you inherit, Mira. It comes from the pain you survive.”
The staircase swallowed me whole.
The moment my foot touched the first stone step, the library doors above me groaned shut. The golden spine snapped back into place, sealing me in darkness so absolute that I couldn’t see my own hands. The air turned cold—damp, earthy, carrying the metallic tang of ancient blood and rusted iron.