All Chapters of The Alpha King and The Witch Supreme : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kian I had always been a patient and respected my father without question. But when he dared to call my mate a witch whore, I wanted nothing more than to drag him to his knees and force an apology from his lips. Rage burned in my chest, yet the soft sound of clapping drew my attention. Her claps. Regal. Perfect. "But your son loves this witch whore, King Korin." Aminda’s pout was almost playful, but her eyes carried fire. The hall froze. Only we moved. Her stride was a catwalk, each step radiating allure. I stretched my arm to her, ready to pull her into me. "Which Supreme?" Father corrected with a harsh harrumph. "This is a family matter, if you can excuse us." He did not even look at her. His dismissal stung—how could he ignore my mate, knowing my wolf and I would kill for less? "Oh, but I am the main topic of your family’s little… discussion," she countered, slipping her arm into mine and pressing her soft curves against me. Mother drew Fiorella closer with a protective glare,

Kian Clouded by rage—that’s what I was when I saw my mate rubbing herself against that fool, Lance. Sometimes I forget she doesn’t carry a wolf. For us, jealousy burns tenfold when it comes to our mates. My fury only eased after our bodies joined, though the act left me hollow. I hated myself for taking her in anger, but I couldn’t control it. Worse, I should never have attacked Lance. We weren’t even permitted in the city yet. Aminda and I hadn’t signed the alliance. Then the sirens began to blare. Someone must have reported me. “Kian, you need to leave,” Aminda urged, gripping my face with both hands before pressing a desperate kiss to my lips. “The council’s guards are ruthless. I can protect you, but you’re not an ally yet, and we can’t declare ourselves mates. This is my fault. I’m so sorry.” I pulled free and lowered her to the ground. “I won’t run. I’m a king, and you are their queen. I’ll face them. It’s not like I killed him.” She shook her head but said no more. Togethe

Kian's PoV ‘Aminda!’ I called desperately through the mind-link. Two witches knelt, drawing a pentagram large enough for her body. They placed black candles at each of the five points and lit them, the flames burning eerily steady. ‘I will reveal myself if you don’t tell me what’s happening, Aminda!’ She stood in the center, clad only in a bra and thin underwear. ‘Don’t, Kian. No matter what you see, don’t reveal yourself. You don’t want them to accuse me of treason, do you? Just watch. Everything will be alright.’ Her words wavered, her voice shaky. Alister’s pale, frantic expression did nothing to reassure me. The witches painted strange symbols along Aminda’s arms, legs, and stomach. She stretched her arms outward as if offering herself up. Alister raked his fingers through his hair, pacing like a man losing control. Aminda lay down within the circle. The chanting began. The markings on her skin glowed, and shadows formed, circling her body. The air dropped in temperature. W

Kian's PoV “Well.” My tongue stalled. The truth sat heavy in my chest, sharp and awkward. How could I explain that the only one able to break the curse was the last person willing to help—and the prime suspect in Lance’s murder? My jaw flexed. “It’s someone from my pack. I need to speak with her.” Her eyes narrowed. “A woman?” The way she asked it—half jealousy, half suspicion—made my stomach twist. My temptress stood before me, silver-blond hair now streaked with black, her violet gaze glowing faintly in the dim light. She was breathtaking, even when the shadows of worry pulled at her features. “Fiorella?” she pressed. I nodded once. Her expression softened, though sadness lingered. “I knew she wasn’t ordinary. She sensed me, even when I cloaked myself. That is no small thing. She’s one of Shilo’s lost line… witch-wolves. The blood gives them sharper senses, though real power has long slipped from their hands.” Her voice trailed off, brittle as glass. I drew her close, wrapping

Kian’s PoV The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air like a curse, but it couldn’t mask the stench of blood—their blood. I stood just outside the emergency ward of the Pack’s hospital, fists clenched so tightly my claws threatened to pierce my palms. My parents, the former Alpha King and Queen, were inside… broken. Fighting for their lives. Our pack’s legacy hung by a thread; all I could do was wait. Helplessness—an emotion I had never allowed myself to feel—now gnawed at me from the inside out like a savage beast. Every instinct in my body screamed for one thing. Her. Aminda. The thought of her was both a balm and a wound. Her voice, touch, and power calmed the chaos inside me. But she is not here. Couldn’t be here. Not without risking more lives. We had been warned. A sacred curse, older than our bloodlines, woven by the Fates themselves: if we dared to love openly, dared to be together, those closest to us would suffer unbearable consequences. And hadn’t they already? I