The Alpha King's Forbidden Mate

The council chamber was an imposing cavern of stone and shadows, a place where whispered secrets shaped the fate of kingdoms and where loyalty was often a fragile mask hiding the sharpest daggers. As Kael strode beneath the towering pillars, the cold air prickled against his skin, but the weight on his shoulders was far heavier than the chill. This was no ordinary meeting — this was a reckoning.The elders were seated in a semi-circle, their faces etched with age and power. Their eyes, sharp and unyielding, flicked to Kael as he entered. At the center, Elder Mardoc sat like a judge presiding over a trial, his gaze piercing as if trying to unravel the secrets Kael held close to his heart. Beside Mardoc was Lady Selene, her elegant posture and serene smile a stark contrast to the tension hanging thickly in the air. To many, she was the perfect candidate for alliance—wealthy, powerful, and unyielding. But to Kael, she was the living embodiment of everything he resisted.“Alpha Kael,” Eld

The first light of dawn barely kissed the horizon when Kael returned to the cold stone halls of the castle. The heavy oak doors creaked shut behind him, muffling the world outside, but not the weight that pressed deep into his chest. The promise he had made to Lyra the night before was still fresh—a fragile thread woven between two souls in a world that demanded silence and secrecy. Yet reality was ruthless; the throne waited for no man’s hesitation.As he strode through the dim corridors, his footsteps echoed against ancient walls lined with faded tapestries depicting generations of rulers, many lost to ambition and betrayal. The castle, once a sanctuary, now felt like a cage—every shadow a reminder of the enemies lurking within and without. The chill that crept along his spine was not merely from the cold stone but from the specters of a past he had spent years trying to escape.At the council chamber’s heavy oak doors, he paused briefly, taking a deep breath to steady the storm rag

The first light of dawn seeped through the dense canopy of the Whispering Woods, casting a pale glow on the restless faces of Kael’s soldiers. The forest, with its ancient trees and tangled roots, seemed alive—watching, waiting. Every snap of a twig or rustle of leaves echoed like a warning.Kael moved silently among his men, a figure of calm amid the brewing storm. His mind raced, balancing strategy with the gnawing dread that the rebels might know more than their scouts had reported.Rylan approached, his voice barely a whisper. “Your Grace, the rebels have fortified a clearing near the old stone altar. They’ve set traps along the eastern path.”Kael’s jaw tightened. “Then we will use another route. Send word to the archers—position them along the ridge to the west. We need to cut off their retreat.”As orders were given, Kael’s thoughts drifted to Lyra again—her fierce spirit, her unwavering courage. But beneath the warmth of their love lay a shadow, a secret that threatened to unr

The first light of dawn barely pierced the dense canopy of the forest surrounding the camp. A heavy mist clung to the ground, swallowing sound and sight alike. Kael woke with a start, the weight of last night’s revelations pressing down on him like a stone. Trust was a fragile thing, and now it was shattered.He moved quietly through the camp, eyes scanning the faces of his men—each one a potential threat, or perhaps an innocent caught in a web of suspicion. His heart ached with the knowledge that betrayal could come from the closest quarters.Lyra was already awake, sitting by the fire, sharpening her blade with slow, precise movements. Her gaze met his as he approached, steady and unwavering. “We have to act carefully,” she said. “Rushing will only drive the traitor deeper into hiding.”Kael nodded. “Tonight, we’ll send scouts disguised as deserters. They’ll seek out the rebel informant.”As the day dragged on, Kael’s thoughts churned. The burden of leadership was suffocating, but h

The forest was unusually silent that night. No rustling of leaves, no howling wind, not even the usual chirps of nocturnal birds. It was the kind of silence that felt loud—a warning cloaked in stillness. Elena felt it in her bones as she paced behind the pack house, her heart still pounding from her earlier encounter with Lucien.She couldn’t erase the sensation of his fingertips brushing her skin, the way his voice had dipped low when he’d called her “mine.” It had sounded possessive. Dangerous. But what scared her more wasn’t him—it was her own response. She had felt something. Something more than fear.Something primal.Something forbidden.“You should be resting,” came a voice from behind her. She didn’t need to turn to know it was Kael, her best friend, and the beta of the Crescent Blood Pack. He was the only person who knew the truth—knew that she wasn’t just another omega. She was the daughter of a disgraced alpha and the bearer of a secret that could dismantle the pack if it c