All Chapters of The Alpha’s Secret Hybrid Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

☉NAIDA I followed the procession as they moved into the vault behind us, as if we were some kind of prisoners. I was scared and confused out of my mind. But if the royals were also locking themselves in, this couldn't be too bad, right—? “Move faster, bitch, are you trying to die tonight?” The maid behind me snarled urgently, pushing me forward. My foot twisted in my garb and I stumbled out of line, nearly falling into the fire. I crashed on my hands and knees, eyes wide in horror. My heart stopped. I was convinced that they were going to realize that I was an intruder, and each breath right now could be my absolute last. But a priestess hissed in a whisper, “You lowlife maids are forbidden to speak during the ritual. You know the punishment for disobedience.” She moved like lightning, grabbing the maid that had pushed me. I hurriedly got up, rejoining the line into the vault. Despite the chaos happening in the background, the priestess wrangled the maid's mouth open to cut

☉NAIDA “I'm not one of your women!” I panicked, struggling against his grip. “I’m just a low-life maid, please let me go! Why isn't the goddess-forsaken Inka powder working?!” He slammed me against the wall, not hard enough to smash my bones, but hard enough to knock the wind out of me. He was bristling with anger, probably confused as to why I was fighting him when his women were usually pliable and submissive to their duties. But this was not my duty! Something had gone very wrong somewhere. His sharp claws ripped my garb apart like it was made of something weaker than paper, exposing my very naked body. I felt so violated, trying to cover myself with the shredded fabric. He roared in my face, completely tearing the fabric away so I had nothing to cover myself with. Defeated, I began to cry. I had never cried this much in a long time, and the tears flowed uncontrollably. It was like all my bottled-up emotions, from the moment of Alpha Cassian's death, till now, finally f

☉NAIDA I have never slept for this long. My face felt swollen when I woke, with every part of my body aching terribly. It's been what, a few days since the ritual, but I still had not recovered. And it was the first time in a long time that my sleep had not been cut short by nightmares. I was too mentally drained to even dream. “You're finally awake.” Eolia's soft voice came from a corner of the room. I shifted to look at her. She was curled near the window, reading a book. The maids who had been part of the ritual usually had the rest of the week off, and the feast usually didn't end till the week was over. And, I obviously couldn't do anything. So, all we had done was sleep and eat. “I found those medicinal herbs I was talking about.” She gestured to the bowl of water sitting in the corner. “And some ointments, for your bruises.” “You're the best, Eolia,” I sighed, pulling my aching body off the bed, “Thank you.” There were a series of pink and purplish bruises tha

☉NAIDA “Come here, pretty little bird,” One of the male servants stalked closer, “Let me see what precious little lady bits you have hidden under that hideous garment!” I could smell his rank breath from where I stood, along with the odious odor wafting out from his bushy underarms. Grime lined every joint in his body, he was the biggest of them all, and his tunic was grossly stained with goddess-knows-what. My heart broke into a churn of dread, as I stepped back, holding my arms out as if to stop his advancement. “Athelia,” I said, barely able to hold back the terrible anger bubbling up my throat. “Tell your little minions to get away from me, right now.” The men jeered, encroaching into my space one step at a time. Athelia had taken up a spot by the far wall, twisting two strands of her hair together, leisurely. She was smiling giddily, eyes glinting with so much excitement, it made me wonder if she had done something like this before, to some other unfortunate maid. A t

☉NAIDA The rumble of thunder jolted me out of my daze. I straightened up, clenching my thighs against the persistent throb of need that had plagued me for days now. It was useless, nothing could abate the rising desire and lust writhing under my skin. The Alpha king was sinfully gorgeous, that was common knowledge, but thoughts of him had me feeling things that were completely out of place. I had only run into him twice, and the second time, he was some demon trying to fuck me in the dark catacombs. My breasts were heavy with twisted arousal, nipples hard and aching with each brush against the fabric of my maid dress. Something had to be really wrong with me if that was what I was attracted to. I had been able to shove these inappropriate sensations away for some time, but recently, they took over my thoughts, my dreams, my every breath. It was only made worse by the suspicion, that I might be experiencing my first rut. It was impossible for a human, but not for a werewolf