All Chapters of The Dark Ball: The Dark Lycan King’s Fated Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Amara POV Sebastian’s grip was nearly bruising as he yanked me away from the cloaked man. His body radiated heat and tension, a shield between me and the danger he clearly sensed. The man didn’t flinch or retreat. Instead, he cocked his head, shadows concealing most of his face, save for the unsettling gleam of those blood-red eyes. He tugged the cloth covering his mouth down, the corner of his lips tugging up into a smirk. Edgar and Luther came in behind us, their stances ready for any sudden attacks. Is all of this really necessary? The man- no vampire, hasn’t done anything.. I’ve never seen a vampire before.. but this is most definitely not what I had in mind. He’s actually.. not bad looking. And now that I think of it.. he’s quite attractive. With beautiful pale skin, a chiseled jawline covered in stubble, and a great nose.. I shake the thoughts from my head. “I meant no harm,” the vampire said, his voice like honeyed silk as his gaze flicked over to me. “I only sought

Sebastian POV I stood in the center of the fighting ring, waiting. My boots were planted in the dirt and my arms crossed over my chest. My gaze was fixed on the far end of the field where she’d be walking in any second now. Every nerve in my body was taut, ready—not just for the fight, but for the storm she always managed to bring with her. Around me, a few of the younger trainees had abandoned their drills, blades, and practice weapons, which were hanging and forgotten at their sides. They watched from the edge of the ring with barely restrained curiosity. Of course, they would. No one ever got to see the king spar. And certainly not with his queen. Queen. I could tell she was uncomfortable with the weight of that title. Sometimes I felt as if it didn’t sit right, as if she was too pure for this kind of world. But it would seem the Moon goddess had other plans. The air was crisp and cool with the bite of approaching dusk. The training grounds, normally a place of order and

Amara POV The cool night air brushed over my skin, the white silk of my nightgown fluttering slightly as I leaned against the balcony railing. The palace grounds below were quiet, bathed in silver moonlight. In the distance, I heard howls from the lycans and werewolves as they hunted. Sebastian, Alpha Braden, and the rest of the men were off celebrating. According to Sebastian, it’s tradition in the royal family to go on a hunt when every royal member marries. I should’ve felt relieved not to attend. But my mind buzzed. My body still ached from the sparring match—the sparring match. I’d bested the Dark Lycan King. Actually pinned him. And he’d yielded. Submitted, even for just a moment. The look in his eyes when he’d done it would haunt me. Or maybe warm me. I hadn’t decided yet. Dinner had been no less eventful. The memory of Lola’s smile faltering after my reply still made me smirk. I should’ve been worried, maybe even cautious. But tonight… I felt strong. Like I’d final

Amara pov The tension in the room shifted as the focus turned to Braden and Lola standing like statues at the altar. Lola wore a hot pink gown, typical for her, while Braden’s attire was a mix of dark blue leather and fine silk, the insignia of Blackwood Pack embroidered over his heart. The crowd fell into silence, the only sounds being the soft rustle of fabric and faint strum of music. The elder began the ceremony in a voice that made everyone but Sebastian and me tremble in their seats. “We gather today not only to witness the union of two powerful families but to honor the bond that will tie the fates of Lady Lola and Alpha Braden together as the Alpha and Luna of Blackwood Pack.” Lady Lola’s smile was anything but radiant, her eyes looking at everything but Braden. Braden stood rigid in front of her, his hold on her hands anything but gentle. From here, I could nearly see the tick in his jaw with every second that passed. It is obvious neither one of them wants to be he

Sebastian POV “WHERE IS SHE?!” The words thundered from my mouth, echoing throughout the castle. It’s been two days. Not a d*mn sight, not a d*mn word. Nothing. I can still feel that she’s alive.. that’s about all I have going for me at the moment. I’ve got my best witch working in tracking Amara. But she said it would take time. Time.. is something I do not have right now. Something Amara doesn’t have. It enrages me. A loud crack rang through the room and I looked down to see my desk had been split a little right of the middle where my fist landed. “I know, my King. I’m working on it.” Sybil spoke, her eyes flashing open and locking with mine. “Why is it taking so long? Do you need more hair?” I asked, grabbing Amara’s brush off my desk and walking toward her. “More hair won’t work.” She shook her head and sighed, closing her eyes as if trying to think. She was sitting on the ground in a black gown and her bright blonde