Trapped with the Alpha King

Luna Meena’s eyes burned with hatred as she spoke, but her trembling body betrayed her fear of the king who stood just a few feet away.Luna Meena was right, her death wouldn’t spark another rebellion. She was a nobody, born to a slave, unlike Luna Meena, who came from noble blood. Althea was just one of many daughters of the Alpha of the Southwest Territory of the Moon Continent, easily discarded, easily forgotten.Althea barely had time to react before she felt small hands grab her skirt. Her younger half-siblings, the twins, Liah and Seth, were clutching her sides like terrified pups.“Big sister…” Liah whispered, her voice shaking. “Are we all going to die?”Althea’s chest tightened. The children… they didn’t deserve this. They were innocent. They had no part in their father's rebellion. Her older half-brothers? Yes, they had cheered their father’s ambition, encouraged the treason. But these two? They only wanted to live.Forcing a small smile through the lump in her throat, she kn

Althea turned at the sound of footsteps and saw a stunning woman standing in the doorway. Her shoulder-length blonde hair framed a striking face, but her sharp gaze swept over Althea from head to toe with open disdain. The fitted black and silver uniform clung to her form like armor, and the gleaming insignia over her chest marked her clearly as one of the Alpha King’s elite royal warriors.‘This bitch. What does she have that made Gavriel let her into his bed? She’s just a weak hybrid. Sure, she’s pretty, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s not even a full-blooded wolf. I need to find a way to get rid of her. And fast.’Althea’s stomach twisted upon reading her thoughts, and her heart pounded against her ribs. The woman’s lips curved into a smile, polite but fake. “I am Cara Richmond, one of the Alpha King’s royal warriors. Allow me to escort you to His Majesty,” she said smoothly.Althea furrowed her brow. If she wasn’t mistaken, this woman, Cara, was the daughter of Alpha

“Althea,” Gavriel growled, catching her as her body wavered. Her head rested on his shoulder, her warm breath brushing against his skin.“No… no, no, no,” he muttered softly. He held her close, one hand supporting her head, the other wrapped around her waist. “Who would dare do this?!” She heard Gavriel grunt, his voice hoarse and angry. “You’re not dying on me,” he growled through gritted teeth.Althea felt like she was slipping away. The room whirled around her. Her sight dimmed, and each breath became harder to take. Her body burned internally as the wine-turned-poison spread through her blood like wildfire.Then... suddenly... she felt it...Something sharp scraped the delicate skin between her neck and shoulder. Her eyes flew open just as she felt a sharp, piercing pain. She gasped, her fingers twitching from the shock.“Wha-?” she tried to speak, but her voice faltered.It wasn’t just any pain. It was a bite. His bite… Gavriel’s fangs had punctured her skin.The heat from his mo

The words weren’t a request, they were a command.Althea stood on slightly shaky legs. Her heart thudded wildly against her chest as she stepped closer, closing the distance between them. Her hands hovered for a second before she reached up and began to undo the clasps on his armor. One by one, she removed the outer layers, careful with every motion.When her fingers brushed his skin by accident, she felt the heat of him. Althea tried to keep her eyes trained on the clasps and layers of his clothes, but it was impossible not to notice.Beneath the fabric, Gavriel’s body was carved like it had been shaped from stone. Hard lines, strong muscle, and flawless skin that bore old scars like badges of war. His chest rose and fell steadily, and the heat radiating from him made her feel like her skin was burning just by being close.He didn’t speak, didn’t blink. He just watched her.Her fingers fumbled slightly as she tugged at the last piece of his tunic. It slid from his shoulders and droppe

Althea turned her face to the side, heat burning her cheeks. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she struggled to catch her breath.“It hurts,” she said softly, not meeting his gaze.He pulled back just slightly, enough to lessen the overwhelming pressure. Still between her thighs, his hand moved to cup her jaw, forcing her to look at him.“You should have said something,” he muttered, his voice now less harsh and edged with emotions, perhaps frustration, restraint, or even a hint of concern.“I… I didn’t think it mattered,” she replied, voice barely audible. A muscle in Gavriel’s jaw fluttered. His thumb brushed her bottom lip, staying there as if savouring the unspoken words.“It matters,” he finally said, his voice a low growl. “Because if anyone’s going to ruin you, it will be me, fully aware and fully in control.”He didn’t move away. Not entirely.Instead, his mouth trailed down to her collarbone, his breath hot against her skin, each kiss more possessive than the last. Althea’s