บททั้งหมดของ The Maid Who Stole My Alpha: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

(Daciana POV)The first thing I heard that morning was not the sound of birds but the sharp whisper of fear moving through the pack house.I opened my eyes slowly, already feeling that something was wrong, because the air around me felt colder than any winter night.The servants outside my room were speaking in low voices, but my wolf heard every trembling word through the heavy wooden door.They said Alpha Bardolph had called an emergency meeting in the great hall, and every elder had been ordered to attend before sunrise.My heart began to beat faster because Bardolph never called the elders before sunrise unless blood had been spilled or someone had betrayed the pack.I pushed the blanket away and stood up, ignoring the cold floor beneath my bare feet as I reached for my white Luna robe.As Luna of the Blackfang Pack, I was supposed to know every danger before the others, but that morning, nobody had come to tell me anything.That silence scared me more than shouting, because silen

(Daciana POV)The warning note trembled in my hands while the alarm bells screamed across Blackfang like wounded beasts calling for death.I read the message again, hoping the words would change, but the ink still promised that Ashina’s second lie would bury me.The locked door stood behind me like another enemy, and the small window before me showed smoke rising beyond the northern trees.My wolf clawed inside my chest, wild with fear and fury, because she knew a trap was closing around us.I pressed my ear against the door and heard servants running through the hallway, their frightened footsteps rushing away from the servant wing.“Lowell!” I shouted, striking the wood with both fists until pain shot through my knuckles and up my arms.Nobody answered, but I knew someone had heard me because the hallway suddenly became too quiet for a burning pack house.Then soft footsteps approached the door, slow and careful, like someone enjoying the sound of my fear before opening the cage.Th

(Daciana POV)The guard’s words struck the prison corridor like thunder, yet I remained still because shock had finally become too familiar to fear.Bardolph turned back to me slowly, and the suspicion in his eyes hurt less than it should have because I expected it now.Ashina had vanished from his chamber, left blood on his bed, and written my name across another lie before I could even stand.I lifted my chained wrists toward him, letting the iron speak louder than my tired mouth ever could.“Tell me, Alpha Bardolph, how did I leave this cell, enter your chamber, harm your precious new Luna, and return to chains unseen?”My voice was calm, but every word carried the broken pieces of love he had crushed before the pack.The guard looked away first, shame coloring his face, because even a frightened warrior could hear the foolishness in Ashina’s newest trap.Bardolph stared at the chains, the locked door, the bleeding marks on my skin, and the doubt that finally had nowhere to hide.F

(Daciana POV)The lower house of Northridge smelled of soap, firewood, wet stone, and secrets hidden beneath the footsteps of busy servants.I wore a plain brown dress, a white apron, and a cloth around my hair, yet every wolf who passed still stared too long.They had been ordered to treat me as a servant, but rumors had already given me a crown I did not want.Tala placed a bucket in my hands before sunrise, and her eyes warned me to make sure to be safe for peace.“If you want servants to speak near you, then your hands must work harder than your name,” she said quietly.I nodded because I had learned in Blackfang that people trusted bent backs more than raised heads.So, I scrubbed floors.I carried water.I washed blood from training shirts while noble wolves walked past me, whispering about Rudina’s daughter hiding under servant cloth.Every whisper became a thread, and I pulled each one gently, hoping one would lead me to Ashina’s hidden hand.By midday, my knees ached, my wris

(Daciana POV)The servants’ voices rose from the lower courtyard like one dead throat, and every word felt carved from somebody else’s will.I stood at the broken tower window, wearing servant brown, smelling smoke in my hair, and watching hundreds of black feathers move below.Those were not enemies from another pack, not warriors with swords, and not strangers who had crossed the border to kill me.They were cooks, cleaners, stable boys, washerwomen, maids, old servants, young servants, and frightened wolves whose hands had built Northridge’s daily life.Now they stood with empty eyes, asking for my blood in the name of the maid who had stolen my Alpha.My wolf pressed against my skin, restless and furious, but I forced her down because claws could not save servants trapped by magic.Conri stood beside me with his hand on his sword, and even his calm face had hardened beneath the weight of betrayal.Bardolph stood a little behind us, silent for once, and his guilt moved through the