The Servant Girl Treated the Alpha King’s Deadly Beast Like a Gentle Puppy — But When the Monster Bowed Before Her, the King Discovered She Was Hiding a Power That Could Change His Entire Kingdom

Chapter 5

Balthazar had advised generations of Alpha Kings. His robes were the color of old bones, and his voice carried the weight of ninety years of certainty. He stood in the center of the war chamber and did not sit when Leon offered him a chair.

“The girl is dangerous,” he declared.

Leon said nothing.

“She has corrupted the soul bond.”

“No.”

“She has.”

“She healed him.”

“She controls him.”

The words hung in the air like a drawn sword. Balthazar stepped closer. “My King. If she can command your beast, one day she may command your throne.”

Silence.

Then came the sentence. “The servant must die.”

Leon turned toward the window overlooking the northern mountains. Beyond the glass, the peaks stood pale beneath the stars. Inside his chest, the bond felt calm. Peaceful. For the first time in centuries.

And that was precisely what frightened him. If everything he believed about Varg had been wrong, what else had he built his kingdom upon that was also a lie?

The execution was set for sunrise.

All through the night, the fortress prepared. The platform was raised in the center of the courtyard. Soldiers were stationed along the walls. The elders gathered in black robes, ready to witness the justice of the realm.

And Lilian was told what would happen to her.

She did not weep. She did not beg. She asked only for a few minutes in the kennel, to say goodbye. They denied her.

Stefan brought her bread and water in the holding cell. “Why aren’t you crying?” he asked, his voice cracking.

“Because I already made my peace,” Lilian said gently, “long before they did.”

At sunrise, her hands were tied. She walked across the courtyard without resistance, her face lifted toward the pale northern sky. As she passed the herbs she had planted along the wall, she murmured, “I hope someone remembers to water these.”

Beneath the fortress, Varg opened his eyes.

The soul bond exploded with panic. The beast threw himself against the enchanted chains. Once. Twice. Three times. Stone cracked. Iron screamed. He howled, and the howl traveled up through the earth and shook the walls of the courtyard.

Leon stood at the edge of the platform, one hand resting on the rope that would drop the blade. One order. One single command could save her life.

He said nothing.

Then the eastern wall exploded.

Smoke rolled across the courtyard. Dozens of armored riders burst through the breach, horses screaming, red banners flying. At their head rode a man wearing Leon’s family crest. The stolen Moonstone glinted in one hand, and a cruel smile spread across his face.

“My dear brother,” Silas called out, his voice carrying over the chaos. “I think your little execution will have to wait.”