The Alpha’s Rebellious Fiancee novel Chapter 9

Lyra (Seraphina)

Gasps still echoed through the ceremonial hall like waves crashing against stone. Whispers buzzed on all sides, wolves turning their heads, nobles leaning in to confirm what they’d just heard.

Me. Lyra Thorne, the rogue servant, was Seraphina Drayne, daughter of the Alpha King.

Lucien took a full step back, as if I’d slapped him.

His jaw clenched, and something dark flickered behind his eyes. Hurt? Rage? Betrayal?

“You lied to me,” he said, his voice sharp and cutting. “This whole time.”

I took a shaky breath, trying to hold my ground. My hands trembled, but I kept them at my sides.

“I didn’t lie,” I said quietly, “I just… survived.”

“Survived?” he scoffed. “While scrubbing floors and sneaking around our estate? What were you doing in Hawthorne, then? Spying on my pack?”

“No!” My voice cracked through the hall, loud enough to silence the whispers. “I wasn’t spying.”

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you.”

The tension between us was thick, choking. The entire hall seemed to hold its breath.

“Enough,” Alpha Magnus said, stepping forward. His voice was firm, but calm. “This will be handled after the wedding.”

Lucien snapped. “I’m not marrying some servant-turned-princess.”