The Alpha King's Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Alpha King DamonWe don’t stand a chance at winning this war with fifteen thousand warriors, so we stop at Mist Falls and Wolfwell, recruiting everyone able to fight and increasing our number to eighteen thousand.After a few days, we reach Thornwell, a town halfway between our packhouse and the forest border. We decide to train the recruits for a few days there. Thornwell is a decently-sized village with a river running through the forest border and into human lands.For the past few nights, I’ve had the same dream of my mate. I see only the back of her long dark hair, and every time I try to get closer, she vanishes.I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. The war should have my full, undivided attention, and yet, here I am, pining after a girl I don’t even know. I yearn for her: to touch her, to kiss her, to smell her violet and honey scent, to hold her in my arms.My wolf has been uncontrollable because our unspoken mate bond is driv

Alpha King DamonIn Thornwell, while sitting in a communal tent and holding a pint, I give my pack the good news about meeting my mate. I tell them a little about her, how I don’t think she is a wolf, and how she became scared by my claims of our mateship before running off. A few ask me how I will find her. I tell them I don’t know but that I will.They roar and cheer and chink their pints against mine in congratulatory gestures. They’re relieved and happy they’ll finally have a Luna.I yearn to have her beside me. If I could just hold her in my arms like I did when I found her by the river, it would make me the happiest man and wolf in all of Mysteria.We head to Mystic Pride, passing through Moonstone River, east of the forest. We smell the stench of death before we see the bodies. Alpha Ezra's head has been placed on a spike, and a crow pecks the flesh. I shoo the crow away, pull the spike out of the ground, and add it to the growing pile of hea

MaiaDamon tucks my long black hair behind my ear.‘We should go to my cave,’ I say, and he lifts me and tells me he will carry me home. I have butterflies in my stomach, and Vivian mentioned butterflies. I put my arms around his neck and rest my head against him as he walks.We sit beside the waterfall to watch the stars and admire the moon. Ember curls up on Damon's legs and soon falls asleep. With our fingers, we draw pictures in the air by forming lines between one star and the next. Damon asks me to guess what he is drawing.‘A fish?’ I guess.‘No. How you got a fish out of that, Maia, I don’t know. It was a fox,’ he says, and we laughed.The night is warm, so we undress and leave our clothes near the cave while slipping into the pool beside it. Ember sits on a rock, watching us. I flick a heap of water at Damon.‘You're in trouble now, Princess,’ he says, laughing.‘Really?’ I ask him playfully.He splashes me repeatedly before d

MaiaArriving in Wellmore village, Sir Hugo drapes his enormous cape over me, hiding my hands in the iron cuffs.I’m grateful for his cape, I haven’t got my olive-green cloak, and I’m freezing.Villagers stop in their tracks and stare at me with wonder and amazement.‘Her eyes!’ Someone shouts.‘It's the Forest Princess!’ Others exclaim.‘Such beauty!’ Someone else adds.The crowd forms around us, and Sir Hugo's blocking our passage.‘Move! Out of my way!’ Sir Hugo demands.The crowd doesn’t move, and more people gather.‘Maia?’ Vivian shouts, and I watch her push her way through the gathering.‘Vivian!’ I yell, in obvious distress. Many people stare at Vivian and wonder how we know each other.‘Are you okay?’ She asks.‘I’ve been kidnap-,’ I say. A sharp blade pokes my back in a warning to not speak.‘I have the Forest Princess!’ Sir Hugo announces, and the crowd cheers. ‘Her powers will protect us from the werewolves and help us win th

MaiaIn Garnet Falls, my reception is just as loud, noisy, and boisterous as it was in Wellmore Village as I sit on the horse, properly this time, in front of Sir Hugo and can see everything. Hundreds of people gather around me, cheering and throwing flower petals at me.‘Thank you, Princess!’ They shout.I smile at their misplaced gratitude and avoid making eye contact with them.They try to hand me gifts of food, flowers, fabrics, trinkets and smelling salts. I ignore all the gifts being passed to me, but Sir Hugo accepts anything of value and packs them in the overfilled saddle sacks behind himself.‘I’m feeling anxious, it’s too much, and my head spins as people grab at my new dress and generally overwhelm me with their noise and presence. The energy inside me intensifies, and I wince in pain when the iron cuffs burn me. A few onlookers have noticed I’m in pain.‘Avoid using your powers. You’ll only hurt yourself,’ Sir Hugo says, with a ful