All Chapters of Become Alpha King's Faked Cousin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Seraphina’s POVI stepped out of Alfred's opulent villa, the weight of his proposal pressing heavily on my mind. The card with Alfred's number felt like a burning brand in my pocket. He had given me time to think, promising me the money to fulfill my dream if I agreed to pretend to be his cousin. Despite the promise of seeing my dream come true, doubt gnawed at me. I couldn't possibly go through with it, could I?The evening air was cool and brisk as I made my way back to Caroline's home. I had been staying with Caroline ever since my release from prison, a safe haven amidst the chaos of my life. Caroline had always been my rock, and tonight, I needed my friend more than ever.As I approached the modest house, my heart raced with anticipation. I had gone through so much in the past month and couldn't wait to share everything with Caroline. I knocked on the front door, and Caroline unlocked it a moment later. She wore a baggy T-shirt and shorts, and her hair was a mess. Her eye

Seraphina's POVThe next few days were a whirlwind of activity. I found myself immersed in the history of the Vanderwood family, studying every detail Alfred provided. The mansion became a library of secrets and legacies, and I devoured every bit of information like I was cramming for an exam. Alfred was a constant presence, guiding me through the intricate web of his family’s past and prepping me on how to interact with his father. There could be no slip-ups.Garfield Vanderwood was once an influential figure, the former Alpha King, but is now in a fragile state due to illness. Alfred’s descriptions painted a picture of a proud, dignified man who was as cunning as he was fierce. His presence kept balance among the packs, and they would remain in line as long as he was alive. The way Alfred talks about Garfield Vanderwood shows that he genuinely admires him as a mentor and as a father. I can't fathom how much it must hurt to see someone you cherish being slowly devoured by illnes

*Seraphina*“You seriously expect me to hire a jailbird? What do you take this company for, Miss Lovelace? A joke?” I clenched my fists as the interviewer’s cruel words replayed again and again in my head as I walked out of the building. It’d been awful. Humiliating. I knew from before that it wouldn’t be easy to try and find a decent job after my stint in prison. As though my lack of degree wasn’t enough, people made so many assumptions about my character and morals. This interviewer had been no exception, echoing a version of James’s words to me the day I was released. I had to bite my tongue to keep from retaliating, bite my lip to keep from crying in front of the man who’d essentially laughed me out of his office. Archeron had been an ideal situation, a hole-in-the-wall pub whose patronage and staff could never dream of throwing stones at someone with a criminal record. But that didn’t represent the bigger world. And trying to find a half-decent job with my backgroun

Seraphina’s POVThe purr of Alfred’s car was a soothing rhythm as we drove back to Caroline’s house. I stared out the window, trying to process the whirlwind of the past few days. The trees blurred into green streaks against the sky, and my thoughts spun faster than the car’s wheels. How did I end up here, living in the Vanderwood House, pretending to be Alfred’s cousin? It felt surreal, like a dream teetering on the edge of reality.When we arrived at Caroline’s place, the familiar scent of lavender greeted me. Caroline stood in the doorway, her eyes widening in surprise. "Seraphina! What’s going on?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of excitement and confusion.I stepped out of the car and walked toward her, my heart pounding. “I’m moving into the Vanderwood House,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Just came to pack up my things.”Caroline’s face lit up with a smile. “OMG!! That’s incredible! I’m so happy for you!” She pulled me into a tight hug. “This is amazing, Seraphi

Seraphina’s POVThe preparations for the banquet consumed my every waking moment. I knew there would be no room for remorse if I appeared at the event. The thought of being discovered as a "fake princess" terrified me, but I couldn’t share my worries with Alfred, not after our argument. So, I kept my fears to myself and focused on learning to dance and mastering social etiquette.“Wake up, princess. It’s time to start your training.”I groaned and rolled over in bed, pulling the covers over my head. “Alfred, it’s too early; five more minutes,” I mumbled.Alfred chuckled softly, his voice closer now. “We have a lot to cover if you’re going to be ready for the banquet. Up and at ’em.”Reluctantly, I threw off the blankets and sat up, rubbing my eyes. Alfred stood at the foot of my bed, looking impeccably put together as always.“Can’t this wait until after breakfast?” I say with a yawn. It doesn't take me long to realize that I'm still in my night clothes, my hair's m