All Chapters of 30 Days With The Ruthless Alpha King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cressida’s POV I stood frozen outside the door, the thin crack revealing a scene that shattered my world. Alpha Kael’s deep, guttural moans filled the room as he thrust into her with raw, punishing force. My best friend Zara clawed at his back, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Yes! Harder, Daddy… just like that!” she cried out, her voice dripping with ecstasy. A choked sob escaped me before I could stop it. I pressed both hands over my mouth, hot tears spilling down my cheeks as I stumbled backward. Two years of marriage to my fated mate, and this was what it had come to. Kael had never touched me. Never marked me. He only agreed to the union because his mother demanded a Luna for the pack. The mate bond burned in my chest like liquid fire, forcing me to love him even when he looked at me with nothing but indifference or worse, disgust. He openly chased every she-wolf who caught his eye, parading them through our home without shame. And I… I endured it all in sil

The days began to blur inside the stone fortress. After the first brutal night, the routine shifted in small, almost imperceptible ways. The guards no longer dragged me through the halls like a prisoner. Instead, they escorted me with detached politeness. My meals improved. I started eating more healthy and delicious meals. Warm stew instead of stale bread, fresh fruit, even a small cup of spiced wine one evening. After each night, new furnitures were added to my once plebeian room. A vanity, a couch and even a wooden chest for my few belongings. Elara visited more often than I expected and I was more than delighted by her visits. She would appear in the late mornings, her dark robes whispering against the stone floors, carrying a quiet kindness that felt dangerously out of place in Lucian’s domain. Sometimes she brought books or a simple embroidery hoop. Other times she simply sat with me in silence, as if she understood that words could be too heavy. “You’re adjusting,” she sa

Cressida’s POV I lay on my narrow bed staring at the stone ceiling. Two whole nights had passed and Lucian had not sent for me. The silence felt heavy and suffocating. My wolf paced inside my chest, restless and jealous. What was he doing? Was he with another woman? The thought made my stomach twist. I had to find out. In my old pack, I learned how to pick locks when I wanted to slip away at night without anyone knowing. Tonight, I used that old trick. There was no guard standing outside my door anymore, so it was easy. I worked the simple lock with a thin piece of metal I had hidden, and the door clicked open quietly. My heart beat fast as I stepped into the dark hallway. The fortress was quiet at this hour. I moved carefully, staying close to the walls where the shadows were deepest. Every small sound made me freeze. If a guard saw me, I could be locked up again or worse. Lucian’s anger was cold and sharp. I did not want to imagine what he would do if he caught me sneaking

I stared as the guards dragged Zara into the great hall. Her clothes were dirty and torn. Bruises covered her face and arms. She looked thin and weak, but the moment her eyes found me, pure hatred burned in them. Through the old mind link we shared from our years as best friends, her voice hissed inside my head. “Look at you, Cressida. Walking beside Lady Elara like you belong here. Alpha Lucian gives you special treatment. He lets you stay in his fortress, buys you pretty dresses, give you freedom to walk the village, and now a seat at the feast. But always remember that you are no better than the rest of us slaves.” I did not answer out loud. I just glared back at her and she smiled menacingly. Anger rose hot in my chest and my wolf growled low inside me. The guards dragged Zara to the center of the hall, right in front of the head table. She stumbled and almost fell, but the guards jerked her upright. “Jealousy is an ugly thing,” Elara said loudly so the whole hall c

~Cressida The night before had been full of passion and desire, the kind that left me breathless and aching in the best ways. I was starting to get used to it. To like it. Lucian inside me, the low growl in his throat when he pulled me closer—those memories lingered like a secret warmth as I stirred. When I finally opened my eyes, sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows, he was gone already. My gaze drifted around the chamber, and my chest fluttered with contentment. For the first time in a long time, I felt it deep in my bones that I belonged here In this place. With him. The door creaked open without warning, and I startled, pulling the sheet higher. Elara swept in, her hair braided loosely over one shoulder, carrying a tray with tea and fresh bread. She took one look at me tangled in the blankets and grinned like a cat who’d caught a bird. “Well, look at you,” she said, setting the tray down with a clatter. “All flushed and rumpled in the big bad lord’s bed.”