The Alpha King's Broken Silent Tribute

Chapter 4

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n, and the small flame Poppy's gossip had lit in me had spent the

as I walked through the long, torch-

thing. It meant this was likely not about ph

y oak door for me and the

fire crackled in the hearth, warming the

eading a document. He didn't look up. He a

tly in front of me. The silence stretched, thick with un

he set the document down and lifted his ice

sk. He gestured to a messy pile of parch

ned me for this? For a

y fingers moved over the ancient scrolls, reco

gaze was a physical weight on my back, makin

re his oppressive stare. This was just anothe

ough the silence. "I heard you've been praying to the Moon

ret wish during the last moon festival. Only Clara knew-Clara, the kitchen girl who shared my

ara betray me? Or did h

the desk until he stood before me. He b

into my hand. His fingertips brushed against the back of my

y ear, his warm breath raising goosebumps on my skin

coiled in my stomach. The older servants had a name for that sweetness. It comes off an Alpha in the days before his Rut, when h

n a desperate anchor against the strange, invasive heat

ki, the physician's apprentice, spoke from the other side. "You

tly reverting to its usual cold mask. He shot

d, he turned and st

gasping for air, my legs

: I had to get away from here. Kaelen was a monste

izing the last of the sc

the servants lived, my heart still pounding. I

our small, shared room. It

bread and a note. It was Clara's handwriting.

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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.”