The Alpha King's Mind Reading Maid (Cecilia) novel Chapter 1

Cecilia's POV

“Attention, Alpha King Leopold Kingsley is taking in new slaves. All unmated virgin Omegas, aged eighteen to twenty-three, are ordered to report to the pack town square.”

My blood runs cold immediately after I heard the annnouncement. I stand there in shock in the marketplace, the basket of herbs spilling from my grasp.

Sophia. I had to find Sophia.

Without another moment’s hesitation, I start running back to my house.

Over the past few months, I have heard countless stories about the ruthless Alpha King, often ending in some poor slave being killed. It's no mystery why the palace is constantly on the lookout for new help. In the most private of whispers, some people call him a ruthless tyrant, others a cold-blooded monster.

Even though I'm a 17-year-old Alpha daughter who hasn’t been threatened by this royal order, my friend Sophia is an unmated virgin omega. Just as the ruthless King wanted.

Sophia and her mother, Diana, are Omega slaves of the Silver Moon Pack, which my Alpha father leads. But my father always treated Sophia and Diana like family.

After my mother died, I started to cherish everyone around me even more. So despite our different ranks, Sophia and I grew up in the same house, I see her as my sister.

I wonder if an Alpha can really go up against the direct order of the Alpha King himself, but we will definitely try.

I burst through the front door without any regard for knocking, gasping for breath. But what I see shocked me to the core.

My father is sitting at the head of our dining table, with Diana sitting beside him and Sophia facing him. They are laughing together and Diana is touching my father’s arm with her own hand.

Like a real family.

Were they always doing this while I was away?

My father's smile fades away the moment he spots me. “Cecilia? Finished at the market already? Why are you back so early?”

I find it difficult to breathe again. “The royal army is here. They're taking omega slaves. Unmated virgins between eighteen and twenty-three," I say.

My father’s face darkens. Diana audibly gasps, and I can hear the trembling in her breath.

Sophia turns as white as chalk. Her wide, frightened eyes fix on my father. “Dad, help me!”

The word hangs in the air like smoke. Dad. She said "Dad," not "Alpha William" or "Sir."

But my father didn't correct her.

"Please, William," Diana is crying, reaching out for him with her hand. "Don't let them take our daughter."

Our daughter. These words make no sense to me.

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