All Chapters of 30 Days With The Ruthless Alpha King : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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11. No to the Alpha King

The square fell silent. It was the kind of silence that felt impossible after all the carnival noise. The distant fiddle music still floated in from somewhere behind us, but right here, everything stopped. My heart pounded hard against my ribs, so loud I could hear it in my ears. The guards stared at me. The villagers stared. Even Elara looked stunned, her hand frozen halfway to my arm. Jace stayed on his knees in the dirt, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His chest heaved as he lifted his head and looked straight at me. For a second, nobody moved. Then one guard frowned. “My lady,” he said carefully, “step aside.” “No.” The word flew out before I could think. The guard blinked like I’d slapped him. “I said step aside.” “And I said no.” Murmurs rippled through the crowd like wind through dry leaves. The second guard shifted uncomfortably. “This slave publicly insulted Alpha Lucian and refused a direct order from the fortress.” I glanced at Jace’s swoll

12. The Cracks

~Lucian Cressida’s words struck me like a silver blade to the chest. For a long moment, neither of us said anything. My wolf surged forward inside me, snarling and snapping, demanding blood, demanding control, demanding I crush this defiance before it spread like poison through my pack. I was Alpha King Lucian Blackstone. Entire kingdoms trembled at my name. Warriors fell to their knees before me. I had ended lives for whispers for less. Yet this small, broken woman stood before me with tears streaming down her flushed cheeks and fire in her eyes, daring me to follow through. And I couldn’t. The realization twisted something ugly and unfamiliar deep in my gut. I could kill her right now. Moon Goddess knew she wouldn’t be the first of them that didn’t survive the thirty days. So why did my hands remain clenched at my sides? Why did my wolf’s rage suddenly feel hollow? My gaze dropped to her face. She looked exhausted, shattered in a way that I couldn’t quite explain. Tears

13. After The Storm

~Cressida I cried myself to sleep the night I defied Lucian. The hours blurred into a mess of hot tears, jagged memories, and dreams that twisted like knives. Every time I closed my eyes, Lucian’s face haunted me. The flash of gold in his eyes, the raw fury twisting his features, the way his voice had dropped into that deadly growl when I dared to say no. By the time weak morning light crept through the window of my old room, my eyes felt swollen and gritty, my throat raw from sobbing. I lay curled under the thin blankets, staring at the familiar stone walls. Just yesterday I had woken in Lucian’s chambers, wrapped in his warmth and the scent of cedar and smoke. Now I was back here, alone. The thought sent a sharp ache through my chest. Two weeks ago, I would have begged the Moon Goddess for any escape from him. Now that I had walked away, the emptiness felt worse than anything. I rolled onto my back and traced the cracks in the ceiling with my eyes. Part of me was still terr

14. Surrender

I kept walking down the moonlit corridor, my bare feet silent on the cold stone. My heart beat fast in my chest, a mix of fear and something warmer I couldn’t name. Part of me wanted to turn back, but I didn’t. I stopped in front of Lucian’s chambers, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open. He sat by the window, his back to me, writing something at the small desk there. The room still smelled faintly of broken wood and the sharp tang of spilled ink. Moonlight outlined his broad shoulders. He didn’t turn around, but his voice came low and rough. “I told you the next time you snuck into my room you might not survive it, didn’t I?” I didn’t say anything. My feet carried me straight to him. He was sitting in the chair, papers scattered in front of him. I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and pressed my mouth to his before he could speak again. His lips were warm and firm. For a second he stayed still, surprised. Then I felt him harden under me, the thick press of him again

Olive branch

I lay perfectly still with my eyes closed, heart hammering in my chest as Thorne’s footsteps faded down the hall. Lucian moved quietly around the room, pulling on clothes, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound. Part of me wanted to sit up and ask him about what I had overheard. The curse and the seer. The truth Thorne thought Elara should know. Questions crowded my mind, but I pushed them away. The last two nights had been wonderful and I had no intentions of spoiling it. The moment he was gone, I opened my eyes and sat up. There was something I needed to do first. I dressed quickly and pulled on a dark cloak. Then I slipped out of the chambers before anyone could stop me. The lower levels of the fortress were colder than the upper floors. The stone walls trapped the damp morning air, and the further down I went, the quieter everything became. Eventually I found a guard standing near a stairwell. I recognized him vaguely from the village. He looked surprised

Ghosts and Deadlines

Last night was nothing short of mind blowing just like the night before. I was getting addicted to Cressida and I needed answers. Fast. The morning air felt cold against my skin as Thorne and I left Blackstone.I was careful enough not to wake her before I left my chambers. A thin mist clung to the forest floor, curling around the horses’ legs. The carriage rolled slowly down the narrow road. Tall trees stood on either side, their branches tangled overhead like skeletal fingers. Neither of us spoke much. We both knew why we were making this journey. And neither of us liked it. Nine days. That was all I had left before the curse claimed what remained of my life. The thought sat heavy in my chest as the carriage moved deeper into the wilderness. Most people believed the seer appeared wherever she pleased. Some said she lived in the mountains. Others claimed she wandered the forests. A few insisted she wasn’t entirely human. The truth was, no one really knew. Not even m

The Wrong Conclusion

Cressida POV “Did you go see another woman?” The moment I said it, I regretted how sharp it sounded. But I could not take it back. Not when it already sat between us like a blade. Lucian did not answer right away. That silence did something worse than denial. It made my thoughts fill the gap. His eyes flicked to me, then away again. Just for a second. But I saw it. That hesitation. My fingers tightened around the basket handle. “So you did ,” I said quietly. His jaw tightened. “Cressida—” “Don’t.” My voice cracked. I hated that it cracked. “Just answer me.” He finally turned fully toward me. The air in the room changed when he did, like it always did when he stopped being just a man and became something heavier. Something dangerous. But I was already too far gone to care. “Where were you?” I asked again. His gaze held mine. “That is not your concern.” The words stung more than I expected. Not your concern. Of course. Why would it be? I was just part of a contract. A t

Finding The Seer

“Oh no.”The words slipped out before I could stop them.Elara stared at me from the doorway, her robe hanging loosely around her shoulders. Her cheeks were pink, though whether from embarrassment or laughter, I couldn’t tell.The huge wrestler behind her looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.I wanted the ground to swallow me too.For several seconds, nobody spoke.Then Elara burst out laughing.I groaned and covered my face.“Please stop.”“I can’t.”“Elara.”“I really can’t.”She doubled over laughing.The wrestler rubbed the back of his neck and looked away.“I am so sorry,” I blurted.His face immediately turned red. Elara laughed even harder.“This is not funny.” I had just witnessed loving or would I say fucking first hand. I was not okay. “It absolutely is.”She grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside before I could escape.The moment the door closed behind us, I buried my face in my hands.“I will never recover from this.”“You’ll survive.”“I just saw far more

Midnight Confessions

I had made up my mind to find her. But three hours later, the idea of finding the old woman could wait. Right now, I felt too awful to think about mysteries, seers, or strange warnings. I sat on the edge of Elara’s couch, my hands twisting in my lap as guilt gnawed at my insides like a living thing. The weight of what I had done pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I had accused Lucian falsely, let my fears twist everything into something ugly. How could I face him now? I couldn’t even think about going back to the fortress alone. “Can I stay here for a few days?” I asked quietly. Elara nearly choked on her drink. “A few days?” I nodded. She stared at me for several seconds.Then she laughed. When I didn’t join in, her smile faded. “Oh, you’re serious.” “Very.” “Cressida, that’s a terrible idea.” I groaned. “Why?” “Cressida, you can’t do that. The contract binds you both, and you know it. Running away won’t help. You need to make things right

Whispers in The Dark

~Zara’s POV~I learned very quickly that surviving a whipping and surviving the days afterward were two very different things. The wounds had begun to scab over, knitting together in ugly red lines. Yet every twist of my torso, every reach for a heavy load, reignited the agony like fresh embers under my flesh. The scars would remain long after the open gashes closed—permanent reminders etched into my body, mapping out my defiance for all to see. Not that anyone cared. In this land of stone and secrets, sympathy was a luxury no one could afford. The other slaves avoided me now. Their eyes slid away as if I carried a contagious curse. Some feared that mere conversation with me would summon Elara’s wrath down upon their own backs. Others simply didn’t want to be linked to the disgraced woman who had dared publicly challenge the king’s favored consort and paid for it in blood and humiliation. I didn’t blame them. In a world ruled by fear, self-preservation was the only reliable ins

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