The Alpha King's Broken Silent Tribute

Chapter 6

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g time, the echo of Kaelen's fran

wife of a political prisoner. It was the

k to me. Eleonora was supp

West Wing, the section of the keep known as Blackstone. It was a heavily guarded to

d. Kaelen was still in love with her. Or perhap

oked something like her? Was he just transferring his twisted

lief. If he didn't love me, if he didn't even truly hate me, then everything he d

s just "a Kensington wo

rned out I didn't even qualify for his h

e. The chaos surrounding Lady Eleonora's collaps

ousekeeper looked me over once and wave

. You're no use to

ds already half

sh the sign. "No. No one has said anything about

untains of sheets. The water numbed

d been in this Keep longer than Kaelen had held it. I had been car

could follow. The alchemists' quarter. Was the

ringing out the s

fferent ques

ed it

e basket. "There's one lady in this Keep who buys out of t

trough and did not look at me ag

ugh that no one in Vorrath

helped me think. I needed

ra. Corinna's jealousy stemmed from her desire for Kael

s very likely

ve until my contract ended a

clear he wouldn't let

otions, my mind racing. I couldn't just

He was kind, but powerless. Clara? S

Silas Sterling. He seemed to hold some sway over Kaelen, bu

oo far ahead. For now, the most important thing was t

my work and dragged my exh

mpty. Clara ha

arrow bed, staring

. What was he like with her? Anxious? Gentl

ntle. In my mind, he was foreve

ss, I saw his ice-blue eyes again, but the face reflecte

, a stand-in, was a deeper wound than

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The Alpha King's Broken Silent Tribute

Zitella Shepp Werewolf

“I was a mute tribute from a conquered nation, enduring five years of hell as the cruel High Sovereign's personal slave. With only days left on my contract to finally return to my lover, Donovan, the Sovereign suddenly refused to let me go, violently claiming my body and my future as his eternal property. When his jealous lover, Lady Corinna, found us, she slapped me across the face until I bled, screaming that I was a shameless seductress. The Sovereign just watched with cold amusement, throwing me out like garbage. Hiding in the shadows, I overheard the maids laughing at my torn dress, revealing a sickening truth. "She's just a scapegoat for her cousin, Lady Eleonora, the Sovereign's true soulmate. That's why Lady Corinna poisoned her to steal her voice." I was tortured for a betrayal I didn't commit, silenced by a jealous rival, and forced to kneel in the freezing snow until I nearly died, all while the Sovereign dropped everything in a blind panic over a single cough from his precious Eleonora. Why was I forced to bear the brutal weight of their twisted love triangle? Why was my life treated as nothing more than a cheap substitute to be crushed? But when the enigmatic spymaster pulled me from the snow and pressed a familiar wooden moon charm into my hand, the despair vanished. "General Donovan is coming to take you home," he whispered. I gripped the charm tightly. I wouldn't just surrender to death; I would live to watch my abusers lose everything.”