Todos los capítulos de Alpha Prince’s Mute Mate: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Elaine’s POV As the afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen windows, I busied myself with preparing a meal, my thoughts wandering to Killian. The aroma of sizzling vegetables and simmering sauces filled the air, a comforting distraction from the anxiety gnawing at my insides. I had expected him to be back within thirty minutes, but two hours had passed, and there was still no sign of him.I glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time, my worry escalating with each passing minute. With no phone to reach him, I was left in a state of restless anticipation. I finished plating the food, but my appetite was nonexistent. The thought of Killian out there, possibly in danger, gnawed at me.Unable to sit still, I began pacing the kitchen, my mind racing with scenarios, each more dire than the last. I spoke to my wolf, seeking solace and reassurance."Do you think he's okay?" I asked, my voice a whisper in the empty kitchen.“I'm worried too,” my wolf responded, her voice a soothing presen

Killian’s POVThe townhouse was dimly lit, casting a soft glow over the room as I waited, my thoughts consumed by the events of the past days. The tension, the suspicion, the rogue attack—it all swirled in my mind like a storm, but there was one constant that brought me solace: Elaine. She was there, sitting quietly, her presence a beacon in the chaos. As I entered the room, our eyes locked, and in that moment, all the doubts and fears melted away, replaced by a burning desire that neither of us could deny. The air was thick with anticipation as I crossed the room, each step deliberate and slow. Elaine’s eyes followed my every move, her breath hitching in her throat as I drew closer. The hunger between us was palpable, a primal need that demanded to be satisfied.Without a word, I reached out and pulled her into my arms, our bodies colliding with a fervor that left us both gasping. Our lips met in a searing kiss, the taste of her mouth igniting a fire within me. I could feel the urg

Elaine’s POV With Riley here, the air felt lighter, and the townhouse suddenly seemed more inviting. We made our way to the bar area, where an array of drinks awaited us. Riley's eyes lit up as she took in the selection."Fancy a drink?" I asked, already moving towards the bottles."Absolutely," she replied with a grin. "Let's make something fun."We mixed up a couple of cocktails, laughing and chatting as we went. The clinking of glasses and our shared giggles filled the room. I handed Riley her drink, and we clinked our glasses together."To friendship," I said, smiling."To friendship," she echoed, taking a sip. The drink was strong, but the warmth it spread through my body was welcome. We moved to the kitchen, where Riley eyed the pantry."What do you have to eat around here?" she asked, poking through the shelves."Not much, but I was thinking of making some noodles. Want to help?" I suggested."Sure thing," she said enthusiastically. We set to work, boiling water, chopping vege

Third person’s POV Leah smiled at herself in the mirror, the reflection showing a poised and determined woman. Her plan was set in motion, a plan she never thought herself capable of devising. The taste of power had transformed her, making her hunger to remain on the throne at any cost. She knew that if she didn't take this bold step, her place as the Alpha Queen would slip away and become nothing more than a distant memory. She couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't.Her thoughts drifted to the conversations she had orchestrated to set her plan in motion. The first was with her parents, whose influence over the cabinet members had been pivotal.Flashback…Leah sat in the opulent living room of her family's estate, her parents across from her. Their expressions were serious, a reflection of the gravity of the situation."Mother, Father," Leah began, her voice steady, "I need your help."Her mother, a woman of regal bearing and sharp intellect, leaned forward. "What is it, Leah?"Lea

Killian’s POV The stone walls of the dungeon were cold and damp, the air heavy with the stench of fear and desperation. As I descended the winding staircase, the flickering torches cast ominous shadows on the rough-hewn stones. My footsteps echoed, a stark reminder of the solitude and dread that permeated this place.The rogue we had captured earlier was shackled to the wall, his eyes filled with defiance and a hint of fear. He had refused to speak during our initial questioning, his silence a challenge I was determined to break. I approached him, my face set in a hard mask of resolve."Ready to talk yet?" I asked, my voice low and menacing. The rogue spat at my feet, his contempt evident."You'll get nothing from me," he growled, his voice raspy.I clenched my fists, my patience wearing thin. "We'll see about that." I motioned to the guards at the entrance. "Bring in the teenager."Moments later, a young boy, barely sixteen, was dragged into the room. His eyes were wide with terror,