For 7 Years She Hid in Silence as His Servant — Until the Alpha King Heard Her Real Voice скачать в хорошем качестве

For 7 Years She Hid in Silence as His Servant — Until the Alpha King Heard Her Real Voice

For 7 Years She Hid in Silence as His Servant — Until the Alpha King Heard Her Real Voice They say the cruelest prisons are the ones we build inside ourselves. For seven years, Elara Ashwood lived in such a prison—a cage of silence, invisible among the hundreds of servants in the Alpha King's citadel. She scrubbed floors, changed linens, and kept her eyes downcast, speaking only in whispers so soft they barely disturbed the air. No one knew that the meek, voiceless servant who haunted the castle's shadowed corridors had once been someone else entirely. No one knew that her silence wasn't born of shyness, but of survival. And no one—not even the Alpha King himself, whose rooms she'd cleaned for seven long years—knew that the voice she hid could shake kingdoms. Until the night everything changed. The pre-dawn air in the royal citadel was cold enough to burn. Elara's fingers, raw and reddened from years of lye soap and stone-scrubbing, moved with practiced efficiency across the marble floors of the king's private corridor. It was four in the morning—the hour when even the most dutiful servants were still abed, when the castle breathed in its deepest sleep. This was her time. The only time she could work without eyes upon her, without the constant fear of being truly seen. Her cleaning rag made soft, rhythmic sounds against the stone. Swish, wring, swish. It was almost meditative, this ritual she'd performed every morning for seven years. She knew every crack in these floors, every imperfection in the ancient stonework. She knew which boards creaked, which shadows offered the best hiding places, which corridors the king walked at dawn before his day began. She knew far too much about Alpha King Cassian Nightshade for a servant who was supposed to be invisible. "Missed a spot. " The voice came from directly behind her. Elara's heart seized. Her hand froze mid-scrub, water dripping from the cloth onto stone she'd already cleaned. She hadn't heard him approach—she never heard him approach, which was terrifying for a man of his size and power. Seven years of proximity, and he still moved like smoke.