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 8
Weeks passed.
The eastern wall was rebuilt. Not exactly as before. Lilian insisted they improve the drainage while they were repairing it, and Mrs. Thorn eventually admitted — very reluctantly — that the servant had been right all along.
The gardens around the fortress flourished under Lilian’s care. Wounded wolves from the northern packs began arriving, one after another. Some had broken legs. Some carried old battle scars. Others simply trusted the strange stories spreading across the kingdom — stories about a young woman who never saw monsters, only souls that had suffered too long.
Varg rarely left her side. When children visited the citadel, the terrifying beast patiently allowed them to climb across his enormous back. No one could quite believe it. Especially Leon.
Stefan came to her one morning with bleeding fingers and asked her to teach him properly. She spent an hour showing him how to clean a wound, how to pack it, how to bind it so it would heal straight. The kitchen boy who had once been afraid of everything was learning to be gentle with it.
At night, Lilian sat beside Varg and brushed his fur with her mother’s wooden comb. The wolf who had destroyed handlers closed his eyes and let her. And through the soul bond, Leon felt the steady, quiet rhythm of it — a heartbeat that no longer raced, a creature that had finally stopped expecting pain.
One evening, they stood together on the wall overlooking the northern cliffs. The sky glowed green before turning gold. Exactly as Lilian had once described.
“I watched you for days,” Leon admitted quietly.
She looked at him in surprise. “You knew?”
“I hid behind the observation wall.”
She laughed. “I wondered why Varg kept looking toward that corner.”
“You knew?”
“I suspected.”
“And you never said anything?”
She smiled. “I thought… maybe the lonely king needed someone to watch over him too.”
Leon laughed. A real laugh. Deep and warm. The sound startled the nearby guards, who had never heard such a thing from their Alpha.
He turned to her. “For three hundred years, I believed strength meant carrying every burden alone.”
He took her hand. “You taught me that real strength begins the moment we allow someone else to help carry it.”
Varg happily thumped his tail against the stone. Lilian laughed again. The sound echoed through the courtyard exactly as it had on that very first night. Only now, no one heard danger.
They heard home.