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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT

Author: Abby Gale
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Lyra's pov

The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed before dawn, the faint glow of moonlight still clinging to the edges of the forest. My arms ached from yesterday’s carving, but I didn’t care. The runes had to be completed and this time, no mischievous tree was going to send me tumbling into another nightmare.

I stood before the nearest oak tree, eyes narrowed. “You try anything funny again,” I muttered, tapping the bark with my carving knife, “and I’ll set you on fire.”

The tree groaned softly, its branches rustling like laughter.

“Oh, don’t you dare mock me,” I hissed, glaring up at the canopy. “I’m serious. You and your little forest friends better keep your roots to yourselves today.”

It groaned again, louder this time. I squinted at it, deciding it was mocking me on purpose. “You think I’m joking? I will—”

A low chuckle behind me made me nearly drop my knife.

“Who exactly are you threatening, Moonlight?” Ronan’s voice carried that lazy amusement that always made me want
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    Lyra's povThe air turned colder. The kind of cold that seeped into your bones and made even your soul quiver. The ritual circle was still faintly glowing beneath my feet, but the light was waning—weakening under the weight of the presence approaching.Then I saw him.Kael.He stood on the far side of the forest, the moon casting his silhouette in a sharp silver outline. He wasn’t close enough to cross the treeline, but close enough for me to see his face. His golden eyes gleamed even through the darkness—bright, feral, and heartbreakingly familiar.My breath caught. It had been months since I’d seen him last, but time hadn’t dulled the memory of him—the sharp angles of his jaw, the way his hair fell just above his eyes, the quiet storm that always lingered beneath his calm exterior. But this Kael… this wasn’t the same man I remembered. There was something twisted in the way he smiled, something dark and unnatural.“Kael,” I whispered, almost disbelieving.Ronan’s hand brushed my arm,

  • The alpha king's slave mate   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE

    Lyra’s povThe dayw as finally here.The day of the ritual.The air was filled with the hum of energy. Everything was in place so even the earth could feel it. The moon hung full above us, pale and watchful, draping its silver light across the forest like a blanket.I stood at the edge of the forbidden forest, my heart pounding hard enough that I could feel it in my fingertips. The trees were quiet tonight, but it wasn’t the kind of silence that meant that all was well. It was just watching expectantly and hoping. They knew what was coming.Behind me, Aldric was murmuring to Garrick in low tones, checking the runes and the alignment of the offerings. Elias stood off to one side, his usual scowl in place, arms crossed like he’d rather be anywhere else. He hadn’t said a word to me all day, but his eyes never stopped watching.Ronan stood beside me, his presence calming my racing nerves. His hand brushed mine once, just a fleeting touch, but enough to calm the storm raging in my chest.

  • The alpha king's slave mate   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY

    Lyra's povThe field was quiet long after Ronan’s story ended. I didn’t say anything, i couldn’t. My heart ached for him, for the boy he used to be, for the pain still stitched into his voice like an old scar that never healed right. The evening breeze brushed gently against us, carrying the scent of pine and the faint hum of crickets beginning their nightly chorus.I turned to him, and without thinking, reached out to touch his hand. His fingers twitched under mine, hesitant at first, then relaxed. I could feel the tension leaving his body little by little, like a bowstring finally easing after being drawn for too long.“You don’t have to carry it alone anymore,” I said softly.He glanced at me, eyes darker than usual, shadowed by memory. “I’ve carried it so long, Lyra, I wouldn’t even know how to let it go.”I smiled sadly. “Then let me help you learn.”He looked at me for a long time, and something unspoken passed between us. A silent vow to always be there for each other.A sacred

  • The alpha king's slave mate   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY NINE

    Ronan's povThe walk to the open field was quiet. Lyra didn’t press me for answers, she never did when I got that tone in my voice. The grass brushed our ankles as we stepped into the clearing, the castle’s white towers glimmering faintly in the distance. The air here always felt… freer, like even the wind refused to acknowledge all the sins of the world.Or maybe it was just Lyra's presence next to me. She was everything that I didn't know I needed and I would forever be grateful to the mom goddess for sending her my way and not allowing me to almost lose her with my stupidity.I sank down onto the grass, stretching my legs and staring at the horizon. “This,” I began softly, “is where Aldric first brought me after he found me. I used to sit here for hours and just… breathe. Trying to convince myself that I wasn’t still running.”Lyra sat beside me, pulling her knees to her chest. “What happened, Ronan?” she asked gently.I let out a shaky breath. “My father — King Julian — he was nev

  • The alpha king's slave mate   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT

    Lyra's povThe next morning, I dragged myself out of bed before dawn, the faint glow of moonlight still clinging to the edges of the forest. My arms ached from yesterday’s carving, but I didn’t care. The runes had to be completed and this time, no mischievous tree was going to send me tumbling into another nightmare.I stood before the nearest oak tree, eyes narrowed. “You try anything funny again,” I muttered, tapping the bark with my carving knife, “and I’ll set you on fire.”The tree groaned softly, its branches rustling like laughter.“Oh, don’t you dare mock me,” I hissed, glaring up at the canopy. “I’m serious. You and your little forest friends better keep your roots to yourselves today.”It groaned again, louder this time. I squinted at it, deciding it was mocking me on purpose. “You think I’m joking? I will—”A low chuckle behind me made me nearly drop my knife.“Who exactly are you threatening, Moonlight?” Ronan’s voice carried that lazy amusement that always made me want

  • The alpha king's slave mate   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN

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