All Chapters of The Alpha's Third Mistress: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Have you been relieved of your duties?" Those were the words she heard that jerked her around to see him striding towards them. Her eyes widened like saucers as she regarded him. Kalaril followed closely behind him. Sheera's heart resumed it's usual drama. Seeing him made her weak in the legs, in a way she couldn't explain.His long gold hair wasn't in braids today but fell freely on his shoulders. His silver eyes had her frozen in place. How could a man be so unnaturally handsome? Sheera would never stop to wonder. "Welcome, Alpha," she lowered her head, thankful her voice didn't crack under the weight of his presence.Keegan's eyes bore the cold, hard edge of steel. "I believe I asked a question," he said in a tone that was hard enough to cut through rock. It effortlessly caused Sheera to shiver. "N...Not exactly. I've been...""I asked her to join me," Ulric interrupted, stepping forward. "I plan to inform Livia about it later."Keegan's eyes, hard as ice, never left Sheer

The revelation was a blow Keegan had never anticipated. It struck him so fiercely in the heart, he felt as though the very air had been stolen from his lungs.Releasing his grip on Kalaril, he stumbled backward, his hands clenching into fists beside him, needing to hold tightly to something. His horse stood nearby, and he gripped its saddle tightly, his knuckles white, as if it could somehow anchor him in the swirling storm of confusion. The images form that night came flooding his mind - Sheera bleeding from the eyes and nose. It never was a dream. Every bit of it had been real. Sheera was a witch. ......Sheera knew she was running out of time. She was still bleeding, and while she could easily heal herself with a spell, she decided to cast a spell that could buy her some more time. Living amongst wolves as a witch had sharpened her instincts to a razor's edge, leading her into countless researches and study. Using the blood that dripped from her arm, she recited a spell under

Time passed in agonizing silence. When they were finally finished, the tavern owner insisted the meal was on the house, claiming Keegan's presence alone in his tavern would bring him more customers than he could ever dream of. And indeed, there was a growing crowd outside, watching like they'd just gotten visited by a demi god. Sheera could imagine how many of them would scramble to eat from that tavern by the time they left. Yet, despite the master’s insistence, Keegan paid him with a small pouch of gold. The old man rolled on the ground, thanking him tremendously. It truly was his lucky day, expect for Sheera, it wasn't. She envied him - wishing she could be that happy and problem-free. They rode back to the Fortress in silence. And to Sheera's dismay, Keegan didn't utter a word as he went, leaving her to go to her chambers. She was so scared and confused, she wanted to cry. Why didn't he say a word about her secret? He just discovered she was a witch. There was no way she was g

It was Sheera's first time getting to sleep in Keegan's bed. They'd laid next to each other, Keegan cuddling her.  She woke up in the early hours of the morning and found him still asleep, lying upward.  She felt a thrill recollecting all that had happened the previous night. He had made love to her in the hungriest way for the longest time. She sat up quietly, leaning toward him, her gaze resting on his sleeping form. They were both bare beneath the sheets, though the cover draped over them, concealing parts of their nakedness. Her breasts were exposed, while the blanket covered her from the waist down. Keegan's broad, muscled chest remained uncovered, and the sight made her throat run dry. Alpha Keegan, the feared and formidable Alpha of the North, in bed with her. The very thought sent her heart into a wild rhythm. A small smile touched her lips

Loud gasps rippled through the room, followed by heads turning and eyes stretching. "A witch?" "What is he saying?" "Has the Prince lost his mind?" The room buzzed with speculation, eyes darting to one another in disbelief. Keegan felt a jolt in his heart, quickly replaced by a surge of anger. His gaze grew even more frigid, locking onto Malkar's as if to freeze him in place. "What witch do you speak of? Or have you finally lost your mind?" His lips curled as he asked. Malkar felt intimidated by how unwavering he looked. However, he smiled. "The same witch who aided in your recovery." Kalaril stepped forward. "You'll have me to contend with if you utter one more word on this absurdity." Malkar's eyes shifted to him. "We were all present when several healers attended to the Alp