Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Breeder For Alpha Alexandros : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Daphne and Xanthe stood on the opposite side of the hallway, at the entrance to Cleo's chamber. They were waiting patiently for Melina, their target, to emerge from her aunt's quarters. They had been shadowing her since she left the garden, knowing that she was up to something and they were both determined to uncover each and every steps she wanted to take regarding the letter. As they stood there, their eyes darted back and forth, making sure no one noticed their surreptitious surveillance. As they waited, the two servants they had summoned arrived, their footsteps echoing softly against the marble floors. Daphne and Xanthe turned to meet them, their expressions revealing a mix of anticipation and intrigue. The servants bowed respectfully, acknowledging the presence of the two concubines. "Good evening my ladies. May I inquire, why you have called for us?" Daphne stepped forward, her demeanor exuding confidence and authority. A sly smile curved her crimson lips as s

I sat there on my bed, my heart pounding in my chest. It had been three days since the incident, and I couldn't shake off the uneasiness that had settled within me. The letter that I had lost haunted my thoughts. What if someone had found it? What if the king discovered its contents? My mind raced with all the possible scenarios, and I couldn't help but worry about my own fate. I just didn't know how to think, who to talk to about this. Everything just seemed to rest on my shoulder and it was beginning to hurt. Night had fallen, and the full moon cast a soft, ethereal glow through the window of my chamber. I found myself drawn to its beauty, as if seeking solace in its gentle light. But still, the worry persisted. If the king had found the letter, surely he would have confronted me by now. Yet, we hadn't crossed paths, and he hadn't uttered a word about it. I was expecting him to come to me, maybe ask me why I didn't want to show him the letter or something, but he didn't even

Daphne, her gaze sweeping the room, moved to the center of the throne hall. In that moment, all eyes were fixated upon her, captivated by her narrative. Her voice carried with it the weight of intention as she began to unveil her purpose. "I have called you all here to prove that there is more to us than meets the eye," Daphne declared, her tone resolute. "We are not merely objects of desire but women with ambitions, desires, and the strength to shape our own destinies. There are certainly things going on in this palace that most of you do not know. Despite not being the queen of this palace, I still make sure I have my eyes around the kingdom for anything suspicious." Silence enveloped the gathering as the words hung in the air, reverberating throughout the expanse of the throne hall. The elders exchanged glances, their faces betraying a mixture of surprise and realization. The king, his countenance masked with intrigue, focused his gaze on Daphne, awaiting further explanat

"Good day, Your Royal Majesty. I hope this letter meets you well. I do not know if I have the right to write to you, so I will be keeping myself anonymous, I beseech you to grant me your attention," he began, his words imbued with a sense of both deference and conviction as he read, "With utmost respect, I entreat you to consider granting an increase in the meager feed of the servants who toil tirelessly in service to this grand kingdom. Their spirits wane under the weight of their unceasing labors, and an increment would breathe life into their weary souls." "Furthermore, I humbly ask that you extend your benevolence by providing us with more room to breathe. The current arrangement crams five individuals into a solitary chamber, stifling their very existence. The simple act of granting additional space would offer solace and respite." "Thank you for taking the time to read this humble letter, Your Royal Majesty. We, the servants, eagerly anticipate the winds of change that sh

Maximus, his voice filled with an air of superiority, joined the conversation. He gravitated his gaze towards Alistair, a sly smirk forming on his lips. "Indeed, brother, we wouldn't want our beloved prince tarnishing our family's name with scandal," he sneered. Alistair's face flushed with indignation, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword hilt. But before he could act, Kristen placed a calming hand on his arm, like a steady anchor amidst the brewing storm. "Fret not, my prince," Kristen interjected, his voice steady and composed. "We are aware of the risks, and our discretion shall prevail. Our secret remains safe. I have everything under control and I promise you, everything is gonna be fine." The smugness in Roderick and Maximus's expressions faltered, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. Their confidence wavered, recognizing that their attempts to intimidate Alistair and Kristen had fallen short. "Remember, brothers," Alistair spoke, his voice fir