บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King and The Witch Supreme : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Kian's PoV Weeks Later Weeks of planning had finally paid off. I managed to gather the right people and send the letter requesting a meeting with Aminda. Werewolves, vampires, and humans had all signed it, restless after four years of Aminda showing no interest in maintaining alliances. She is the most powerful among the leaders. Even though the vampires and humans live farther away than we do, they remain wary of her. Rumor has it she killed the old council elders and replaced them with loyalists in her image. River, my beta, would accompany me. He had found his mate three years ago and was still hopelessly devoted to her, Piper, who was heavily pregnant. I was waiting in the car, mildly irritated, while he kissed her goodbye. She had him wrapped around her finger. That is how Aminda would have had me—if she had chosen me. Maybe soon—I still hoped. “Be careful, Ri. They say she’s pure evil,” Piper warned, her doe-green eyes worried. River cleared his throat, keeping his composure.

Aminda's PoV I knew Kian would be here tonight. That’s why I entered under the cover of an invisibility spell. The moment I spotted him, my composure faltered. He was as striking as ever. His chiseled jaw, the stubble grazing it, his piercing blue eyes—they all called to me, stirring memories I’d fought to suppress for four long years. I felt the pull of him—the instinct to run into his arms, to feel him against me, to kiss him like it was our last chance. But I remembered he had a Luna. Jealousy surged through me, sharp and unwelcome. When I asked why she wasn’t with him, his eyes locked on mine, and he said, “My Luna is here.” The words almost shattered my carefully constructed facade. Then he stopped me from leaving. His arm encircled my waist, and his other hand held my head gently but firmly. His lips met mine, and I instinctively responded, though my mind screamed to stop. Desire flared between us, dangerous and undeniable. I had to push him back, unwilling to surrender comple

Aminda's PoV I rose quietly after Kian drifted off to sleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. Slipping one of his shirts over my body, the hem brushing my thighs, I picked up his phone and snapped a quick selfie. Then, with an invisibility spell layered over a scent-cloaking charm, I slipped from the room like a shadow. The darkness within me never rests. It has been years since I’ve truly slept, so slumber never comes, though I retire each night. Humming softly, I wandered the empty palace halls. Passing King Korin and Queen Annabel’s chambers, I did not linger. My destination was another door—the room of the woman who had haunted me for years. Fiorella. I stepped through the wall and into her chamber. She lay on her back, short black hair perfectly styled even in sleep. Not the sultry lingerie she had once bragged about, but simple silk shorts and a tank. Then I saw it—a shrine covering an entire wall. Dozens of pictures of Kian, candid and posed, old and new. My chest tig

Aminda “Say you take back your rejection!” Kian’s thrusts grew deeper, his voice raw with possession. “Say you’re mine.” The headboard rattled under the force of his body. I could hardly breathe, overwhelmed by the torrent of sensation. Pleasure clawed through me, tight and unbearable, when suddenly he stopped. I forced my eyes open, meeting his stormy blue gaze. My voice broke on a whisper, raspy from screaming his name. “I’m yours, Kian. Only yours. Forever.” A guttural sound rumbled in his chest. He resumed with reckless hunger, pinning my wrists above my head. His mouth closed over my nipple, sharp and greedy, pushing me into another shattering release. He swallowed my cries with a kiss as he spilled inside me again. When at last the frenzy ebbed, we lay tangled together. His chest heaved against my back, his semi-hard length pressing into me. He squeezed my breast, lips brushing my temple. “We’ve never used birth control,” he murmured. “For us to conceive, it would take mor

Kian's PoV Aminda walked past Gray without sparing him a glance, her smirk fixed on me. I couldn’t stop smiling back. Her beauty was indescribable. If Gray’s wives left people stunned, Aminda’s presence drained the very air from the room. She was the kind of beauty that ignited admiration, jealousy, or raw possessiveness—depending on who beheld her. “King Kian,” she purred. “I couldn’t pass up the chance to meet my usurper.” Fiorella’s eyes widened in disbelief. I burst out laughing. Aminda gave her a slow, appraising look. “What a downgrade,” she pouted. “You—how dare you, witch?!” Fiorella spat, indignant. She was used to royal treatment and couldn’t bear being belittled. Aminda’s manicured hand rested on my chest, her nails painted black with silver crescent moons and stars. A diamond sparkled on each eyelid as she lowered her gaze seductively. My pulse quickened. Tonight, she was mine. “Get your hands off him, witch whore!” Fiorella snapped. I opened my mouth to put her in