Amelia's POV He what?" I pressed, my curiosity showing as Claire trailed off, her eyes misting over with emotion.Claire took a deep breath, steadying herself before she spoke. "It's true that Alpha Kayden is cruel and brutal," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "But he's also the only good thing that has happened to me and my family."I blinked in surprise, slightly shocked by Claire's words. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Claire sighed, her gaze drifting to the floor as she gathered her thoughts. "I come from a long line and generation of slaves," she explained, her voice tinged with sorrow. "My parents served one Alpha's family for as long as they could remember, and I was born into seeing my parents serve… it was serve or die."My heart ached as I listened to Claire's story, imagining the hardships she and her family must have endured. "But how did you end up here?" I asked, feeling a surge of sympathy for Claire and her family.Claire took a

Amelia's POVI let out a shaky breath as I swiftly moved away from the window, my heart pounding in my chest. The last thing I needed was for Alpha Kayden to catch me spying on him. The consequences would undoubtedly be severe.As I retreated from the window, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered in the pit of my stomach. It was as though I was constantly on edge, always looking over my shoulder, afraid of what might happen next.I couldn't tell if he had felt what I felt.. or If he knew that he was my mate. Bit for the few weeks that I had spent with him, I knew undoubtedly that he was impossible to read. Even though he shared the same feeling with me, he wouldn't show it even in the slightest. With a heavy sigh, I walked towards the bed and collapsed onto it, the soft mattress enveloping me in its embrace. "I'm losing my mind," I muttered into the pillow, my voice muffled by the fabric.Feeling suffocated by my own thoughts, I sat up and ran a hand through my hai

Amelia's POVAlpha Kayden began walking out of the room, I couldn't let the moment pass without addressing the unspoken tension between us. "You didn't deny it, you just avoided the question," I said, my voice firm, despite my thoughts telling me to stop. He stopped in his tracks, his posture rigid as he turned around to face me. His eyes bore into mine, cold and calculating. "Repeat what you said," he commanded, his tone sharp and authoritative.I took a deep breath, steeling myself for his reaction. "I said, you didn't deny it," I repeated, my voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in my chest. "You avoided the question."Before I could finish speaking, he was in front of me, his eyes ablaze with a fierce intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "Shit," I muttered under my breath, realizing too late that I had overstepped my bounds.He took my hand roughly, bringing it up to my face as he studied me intently. "You're shaking," he observed, his voice low and dangerous. "Are

Alpha Kayden's POVI walked through the dim hallways of the palace, the crazy things that had already happened so early, pressing down on my shoulders like a heavy burden. My steps were heavy, my movements sluggish as I made my way towards my chambers.My eyes were heavy, I had barely gotten any kind of sleep.The events of the past few hours replayed in my mind like a broken record, each moment more infuriating than the last. How could she say that… that there is something between us? The mere thought of it made my blood boil with anger and frustration."She's just like any other person," I muttered under my breath, my voice laced with annoyance. "She doesn't know anything."But deep down, a small voice nagged at the back of my mind, whispering doubts and insecurities that I couldn't ignore. What if she was right? What if there was something more between us, something I couldn't explain or control?I shook my head, trying to banish the thoughts from my mind. It was ridiculous, absur

Amelia's POVI slowly opened my eyes, feeling groggy and disoriented. It took me a moment to remember where I was – lying in the infirmary, surrounded by sterile white walls and the faint scent of antiseptic. It seemed I had been asleep for a while, my body finally succumbing to the exhaustion that had plagued me for days.With a deep breath, I sat up in bed, feeling the dull ache of needles in my skin. Grimacing, I reached out and pulled the IV needle from my arm, wincing at the sharp sting of pain.“Fuck!.” I exclaimed softly. As I stood up, a wave of dizziness washed over me, but I shook it off, determined to find some answers. Walking towards the door, I pushed it open slowly, the hinges creaking softly in protest.The hallway outside was dimly lit, the soft glow of overhead lights casting long shadows along the walls. "Hello, is anyone there?" I called out, my voice echoing faintly down the empty corridor.But there was no response, only the sound of my own voice reverberating t