His Defiant Captive: The Fallen Alpha's Heir

Chapter 3

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ad held my body rigid for hours finally snapped. Exhaustion hit me

s no

ly plunged into

was thick with the coppery scent of blood and the choking smoke of burning ho

ack, on his knees. His silver-streaked hair was matted with

over him was

and. My

demonic halo in the flickering firelight. His handsome face, which had alw

of my people. He looked directly at me, across the field of slaughter, and his l

thed, the name

hroat, gasping for air. My body was slick with c

the window. A new day. But for m

em away with the back of my hand, my breath coming in harsh sobs. Cr

wrinkle, erasing any sign that I had been there. A ghost in the king's chambers.

as jarring. Here, the halls were narrow, the air was stuffy, and t

n the cavernous, steaming kitchens. I moved like an automaton, a perfect Omega servant, us

me polishing silverware in the pantry. H

o my hand. It was filled with dried, brittle

p and cold as a winter morning. "Boil them and dri

the fragile herbs. "Yes, Matron," I murm

were another brand of humiliation. A declaration that my body was not my own, tha

alytical in their depths. "Did you displease the Alpha King last

No, Matron," I lied smoothly, my

"Do your duty, Anitra," she warned, her voice dropping lower. "

he pantry, leaving me alone w

l mixed with the phantom scent of blood and smoke f

omised to make me the happiest Luna in the world. Instead, he had orchestrated the murder of my

idote to fear. It burned away the last vestiges of the scared gir

. I would do mo

d wait, and I would watch. And one day, I would be the one holding a silve

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His Defiant Captive: The Fallen Alpha's Heir

Anastasia Paige Werewolf

“I am a lowly Omega servant, forced to warm the cold bed of the ruthless Alpha King every night. But no one knows I am actually Karis Romero, the sole survivor of a slaughtered Alpha pack, betrayed by my own fiancé. Holland Berger, the man who once promised me forever, personally led the massacre against my family just to climb the ranks. After months of enduring endless humiliation and drinking bitter contraceptive herbs, I finally found my chance to push him off a stone bridge at the royal gala. But my revenge failed. I slipped during the escape and nearly fell to my death in the freezing river, only to be caught by a pair of iron arms. The man who saved me was the cruel Alpha King himself. He paraded me through his domain, carried me back to his bedroom, and pinned me against the wall under the blazing chandelier. I didn't understand why this terrifying tyrant would save a worthless servant who had just attempted murder in his gardens. Was I just a malfunctioning tool he refused to let break, or did he want to punish me himself? Then, he gripped my chin, his cold blue eyes piercing right through my soul. "Karis Romero, how long did you think you could hide?" He had known my true identity from the very beginning, and now, my real nightmare was just starting.”