Todos os capítulos de The Alpha King’s Gifted Mate : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

MelanieAs Oswald’s arm tightened around my waist, guiding me into the dining hall, I felt like the center of a storm. The room fell silent—eerily silent. Every head turned in our direction, eyes wide with shock and confusion.I wanted to melt into the floor. My steps faltered, but Oswald steadied me, his hold firm and unwavering.The Alpha King’s presence was magnetic, commanding. It radiated off him like a tangible force, making it impossible for anyone to look away, much less question him. He led me to the head table without hesitation, his stride confident and deliberate.Former Alpha Henry, seated at Oswald’s right, stiffened as we approached. He rose halfway from his chair in deference, but Oswald’s next words froze him mid-motion.“Stand,” Oswald commanded, his voice smooth but brooking no argument.Henry’s lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, I thought he might refuse. But then he complied, albeit reluctantly, standing stiffly as Oswald gestured toward the now-vaca

MelanieThe car hummed softly as we sped down the dark highway. The silence between Oswald and me was thick, heavy with unspoken words. My thoughts kept drifting back to his last words before we left the packhouse."I don’t trust this pack. They all need to be investigated."The words replayed in my mind like a broken record, their weight pressing on my chest. How could he lump me and my family into that? I thought of the way he’d held me earlier, his touch tender and protective. Could it have all been an act? His affections felt genuine at the time, but now the cold distance between us in the car made me doubt everything.Oswald sat on the far end of the back seat, his expression unreadable as his fingers danced furiously over the screen of his phone. Not once did he glance my way, completely immersed in whatever he was doing. The space between us felt far wider than it truly was, a canyon I couldn’t bridge.I tried not to look at him, but my eyes betrayed me. I stole glances wheneve

MelanieI adjusted the necklace around my neck, the cool moonstone pendant giving me a strange sense of comfort. Oswald and I stepped into the elevator, his imposing figure beside me somehow calming my nerves about whatever awaited downstairs.He was engrossed in his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he reviewed something important. I stole a glance at him, his sharp profile illuminated by the soft elevator lighting.The elevator itself was luxurious, with mirrored walls and intricate golden patterns. The faint hum of its descent was the only sound besides Oswald’s occasional hum of approval at whatever he was reading.I kept my hands clasped tightly in front of me, careful not to touch anything. The last thing I wanted was to accidentally trigger a vision or be flooded with the residual thoughts attached to an object. My abilities were unpredictable at best, and this palace was steeped in history—good and bad.When we reached the dining room, the tension hit me like a ph

MelanieThe cleaning supplies clinked softly in the cart as I wheeled it into the first room, a large, grand bedroom that felt more like a museum than a place someone might actually sleep. The heavy curtains were drawn tight, keeping the sunlight out, but the dust that hung in the air seemed to linger in the dim light like a constant reminder of my unwanted place here.I sighed heavily, looking around at the mess. There were books piled on the nightstands, clothes scattered on the floor, and furniture that hadn't been touched in ages. Was this supposed to be my punishment? Cleaning up after these people?Focus, Melanie, I reminded myself, my voice barely above a whisper as I grabbed the broom and started sweeping the dust into a pile. It was then that I realized how little I knew about the cleaning supplies. A mop, a broom, and various bottles of cleaners—none of which I had used before in my life.I fiddled with the bottles for a few minutes, trying to figure out which one was for wh

MelanieI sat down reluctantly in the only empty chair, which happened to be directly opposite Maxine. Her smile, though polite on the surface, was tainted with something darker—something calculating. It was the kind of smile that set my teeth on edge. I could feel her eyes studying me, every inch of my being as if I were some kind of specimen she couldn’t wait to dissect. It didn’t take long for her to strike the first blow.“You look a little... out of place,” she said, the smirk never leaving her lips. “I wonder if you even know how to enjoy proper food.”I barely held in a scoff. She was already making me sick. “I can manage just fine,” I muttered, folding my arms across my chest, trying to keep my composure.But Maxine wasn’t done. She was just warming up.Before I could respond, lunch was brought in by the maids, and I recognized Celeste among them. She glanced at me with a silent, kind smile before she set down the plate in front of me. The dish looked... magnificent. I couldn’