The Maid Who Stole My Alpha
she said, and her voice trembled under pain but did not break.
“I was a maid, a liar, a thief, a coward, and a daughter trained to hunger for another woman’s life.”
The throne smoked harder.
The book trembled.
Adolphus stepped forward, anger finally cracking his priestly calm.
“Careful, child,” he warned, but Ashina did not even look at him this time.
“I carried Maelor in blood, fear, shame, and loneliness, but I am still his mother before any throne names itself owner.”
The moonlit field went silent.
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