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CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR

Author: Abby Gale
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-20 21:22:51

Kael’s POV

The night was always cruelest when it was silent.

Silence left room for unpleasant thoughts to raise their voices in your head.

My unpleasant thoughts had a name. Lyra.

I sat on the edge of the grand bed, staring at the woman sleeping carelessly across from me. Celeste. My queen. My curse. Her golden hair spilled over the pillows like sunlight, her beauty unmarred even in the dim glow of the chamber torches. To anyone else, she was perfection incarnate. To me, she was rot wrapped in pretty clothes and jewelry.

How foolish I had been. A young king, newly crowned, dazzled by a pretty face and blinded by ambition. My father’s words had lingered in my head the day of my coronation: She is of true royal blood, Kael. Her father should have been king. She will give you heirs that bind your line tighter to the throne.

I had believed him. I had looked at Lyra and Celeste that day—two sisters, both daughters of Lucian—and I had chosen wrong.

Lyra had stood there quietly, her gray eye
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  • The alpha king's slave mate   CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR

    Lyra’s POVThe first thing I felt was warmth. Strong and comforting, all around me. For a moment I thought I was dreaming—wrapped in the kind of comfort I had never known in my past life. My lashes fluttered open slowly, and I realized the weight holding me was not a blanket. It was Ronan.His arm was slung across my waist, heavy and protective, his chest pressed firmly against my back. His breathing was slow, deep, and even—completely unlike the fast, uneven breaths he kept when awake.I shifted carefully, rolling onto my other side so I could study him. Gods, he was beautiful. The hard edges of his jaw softened, his forehead smooth, his lips relaxed instead of pulled into the stern line he wore like armor. I had never seen him like this, stripped of the burden of a crown, stripped of the weight of being king.A pang hit me square in the chest. How heavy must it be to live each waking moment with the world’s expectations pressing down? I wasn’t sure I could have borne it, not without

  • The alpha king's slave mate   CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE

    Lyra’s POV I wanted to repay him. It wasn't fair that I was the only one who got pleasured.I looked up at him. Ronan’s head was tipped against the headboard, his dark hair mussed, his chest rising and falling like he’d just run through battle. His eyes were pinned on me as he was lost in thought.I could still feel the slick ache between my thighs from the way he had touched me earlier, the way his finger had coaxed me open and broken me apart until I was a trembling mess beneath him. But something twisted in me now—something reckless, something that wanted to see him come undone the way I had.My lips curved before I even realized what I was doing. “I… want to try something,” I whispered, surprising even myself.His brow lifted, in dark amusement “Do you now?” His voice was deeper than usual.I felt my throat close as I nodded. My courage wavered for a second, but I slid down the bed anyway, until I was level with his broad thighs. He watched me the entire time, his smirk tugging h

  • The alpha king's slave mate   CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO

    Lyra’s povHis lips crashed against mine again, his lips were familiar at this point.This kiss was slower. As if he wanted me to feel every deliberate brush, every claim behind the kiss. My heart kicked against my ribs, each beat urging me closer, making me hungrier.I sighed into him, the sound caught between desperation and surrender. Ronan tasted like sweet and dangerous, like something addictive, and I didn’t care that I was tumbling headfirst into it. His hand slid around my waist, tugging me until my body was pressed against the solid wall of his chest. The sheets tangled around us, thin barriers that meant nothing when his touch set my skin aflame.“Ronan…” I breathed, not in protest, but in warning—maybe even in plea. I wasn’t sure anymore.He didn’t answer with words. His mouth trailed lower, down the curve of my jaw, grazing the sensitive skin of my throat. My breath hitched, my hands clutching the fabric of the sheets as though they were the only tether to reality. Every p

  • The alpha king's slave mate   CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE

    Lyra’s povThe silence in the room was deafening.I sat there with my back pressed against the headboard, staring at the floorboards as though they might offer me an escape from the storm inside me. My chest felt tight, my mind crowded with thoughts I couldn’t seem to untangle because of him.Ronan.The bond flared faintly the moment he stepped inside, reminding me that no matter how far I ran, this tether between us would always drag me back. He didn’t speak. For once, his footsteps weren’t heavy with authority or irritation—they were measured and cautious, like he was walking into dangerous territory.I braced myself, expecting anger, or questions, or maybe even disappointment. But instead, he came closer and, without a word, sat down on the edge of the bed.Silence.My throat worked uselessly around words that refused to come out. I didn’t dare meet his eyes, afraid of what I might find there—or worse, what I might not.And then… it happened.Ronan reached for me and pulled me into

  • The alpha king's slave mate   CHAPTER SEVENTY

    Lyra’s povI woke up to darkness.The first thing I noticed was the heavy silence of the room, I was alone. My hearing was very much different, I could hear things that were miles away.The sounds of the animals in the forest sounded like it was right next to me. The hooting of the owls. It was all so… beautiful.My lashes fluttered open, and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. The faint flicker of embers glowed in the fireplace across the chamber, casting dancing shadows on the walls. My body ached in ways I didn’t have the strength to name. Every bone, every muscle, every joint felt like it had been shattered and remade.I realized I was in Ronan’s chambers, lying on his bed, soft furs pulled over my body. I couldn’t tell how long I had been passed out—minutes, hours, maybe even an entire day. Time had no meaning after what had happened. My throat felt raw, my lips dry, and my limbs too heavy to move.But the most overwhelming feeling was relief. Relief that the

  • The alpha king's slave mate   CHAPTER SIXTY NINE

    Celeste’s povI didn't repeat myself.I may be angry but I knew better than to test a half shifted wolf. If I was going to find Lyra, I needed to be alive to do so.The moment his wolf shifted back into flesh and bone, I saw the faint curve of his lips. A cruel, knowing smile tugged at Kael’s mouth as though he had been expecting my reaction all along.“I thought so,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied, almost smug.The firelight flickered across his bare skin, throwing shadows that made him look more beast than man. He stood tall and proud, every line of his body humming with restrained power. My heart should have quickened in fear—he was dangerous, unpredictable, capable of killing me in a single breath. But instead, my chest remained steady, my lips curved into the faintest mocking smile. If he thought he could scare me, he had sorely underestimated me.His expression hardened. “Stay off my path, Celeste. Do not go searching for Lyra.” His voice sharpened into steel, each word cl

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