All Chapters of Become Alpha King's Faked Cousin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*Seraphina*“Time to go, Princess.”The prison guard’s words dripped with bored disdain as he shoved me out of the cell that had been my home for the past three years. But even despite his mockery, my heart beat wildly with excitement.“Good luck out there,” said Tina. Out of reflex, my hands balled up into fists. I looked back to see her smirking at me, a reminder of the cruelty I’d faced over my time with her and the other prisoners. But even those memories couldn’t ruin my happiness. Not today. Instead of responding, I walked out with my head held high, ignoring the smug laughter that tumbled out of the cell.I followed the guard out to the release area, barely able to contain myself as I went through the motions of the final steps towards freedom. I’d been dreaming of this day for such a long time that, even when I felt the cool midday breeze lick my face, even when I could view the world outside unencumbered by the four walls of the prison yard, it still took me a whil

*Seraphina*My relief was short-lived.I had a split second to be grateful that the door was unlocked and all of thirty to realize that I’d gone from one potential danger to another. I looked around, trying to figure out where I was when the pieces started coming together. I was in a sweltering kitchen, one that didn’t look like it could pass any legal health inspection review. The cold white tiles were streaked with soot and dirt, and the smell of hard liquor was strong enough to singe my nose hairs. But that wasn’t the worst part. The image that sent my heart plummeting to my stomach was the group of heavy-set, muscle-bound men draped over various surfaces, hinting that I’d just walked in on their break. They turned to look at me, hard-lined and dangerous faces that offered not even the pretense of safety. I swallowed hard, trying to decide whether I should take my gamble in here or out there. I knew the men following me were probably still lurking outside and waiti

*Seraphina*Streams of broken conversation came through from the patron area. It was hard to hear everything above the background din of the bar, but from the little my ears could pick up, I knew that these men were looking for Alfred and willing to pay an exorbitant amount to find him. Unease and fear eddied in the pit of my gut, a garish concoction that made me feel like I needed to throw up. The feeling took me by surprise because I should’ve been relieved that the men were not here for me. Instead, my instinct was to call the cops. Nothing about these men seemed safe, and even amongst the rough and rowdy crowd that frequented Archeron, these men stood out above the rest as being particularly worthy of wariness. I took a breath, planning out in my head how I’d go back to the bar for my phone and excuse myself to somewhere in the kitchen when the boss swaggered out to greet the men, arms spread as wide as his grin. “Been a long time, fellas. Tell me, can I get you

Seraphina’s POVFear surged through my veins as I struggled against the man’s grip. He was strong, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. My heart pounded in my chest, and I kicked and thrashed, trying to break free. My muffled cries for help went unheard in the deserted hallway. The man’s other hand fumbled with my clothes, tearing them apart in his frenzy. I felt the fabric give way, exposing my skin to the cold air.Tears streamed down my face as I fought harder. My vision blurred, and for a moment, I felt a crushing wave of hopelessness. The man’s breath was hot and foul against my neck as he tried to kiss me. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for some miracle, some way out of this nightmare.Suddenly, the pressure on my mouth disappeared, replaced by the sound of a heavy thud. My eyes flew open, and I saw the man who had attacked me crumple to the ground. Standing over him, holding a shattered vase, was Alfred. His eyes were dark with rage, and his chest heaved with

Seraphina’s POVI couldn’t believe my eyes. Alfred, the man I thought disliked me, had given up resisting to save me. The scene before me was surreal. How could I have let things get so out of hand? The thugs had forced Alfred to kneel, pressing a gun against his temple. Panic surged through me, and I couldn't help but shout, "Let him go! It was me! I killed that man, not him!"My pleas fell on deaf ears. The henchmen exchanged glances; one of them seemed to have a picture of Alfred and was trying to get a closer look to confirm his suspicions. The boss took notice of this and quickly snatched the photo from the henchman, studying it intently. His eyes flickered with recognition. "It does look like him," he said, looking from the photo to Alfred. He leaned in closer towards Alfred. "Who are you really, boy? If you tell me, I might make this whole experience a lot less painful."The boss circled Alfred, his eyes never leaving him. "You know, boy," he said, his voice smooth a