Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated to the Alpha Kings: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

*Aurora*The thick pines are not going to hide my prey for long. I’ve got the rogues’ scent in my nose and no matter how far they run, I’ll find them. They’re tired, hungry, and thirsty, but I’ve run them so ragged they won’t even stop if a rabbit throws itself in their path. That’ll teach them to attack and rob our pack.They’re not even organized rogues. Just packless drifters who think it’s okay to go after decent hard-working wolves. They’re nothing if not fierce and cutthroat. Trapped prey is the most dangerous, after all.I know so many areas of Moonwood Forest, after all. And I definitely know my own territory, the Columbia Nightstalkers.They’re right ahead of me, all five of them. I can see them through a gap in the tall fir, cedar, and western hemlock trees. They’re fleeing full tilt, flashes of black, silver, and brown fur.But they’re nothing if not crafty. They all transform back to their human form, dropping their clothes, and making their way on foot. I shift from

I haven’t moved from this sofa since I sat down and I just might sink into it. Even the furniture in our Alpha’s mansion isn’t this soft and comfortable.I can’t get too comfortable. Thank goodness I didn’t pack silver beyond a few silver-tipped arrows and one silver-tipped dagger. Standard equipment for a hunter who needs to defend against rogues. I didn’t bring Wolfsbane.The scent of coffee wafts into the room while I'm sitting with Jordan and Kent. They seem comfortable in their skin and every inch the Alphas of this pack. Wiley is too, and he walks into the room behind a servant in a plain black dress and white apron wheeling a cart with every kind of tea sandwich and pastry, as well as a china coffee pot and delicate cups.Wildly different from drinking cocoa at my parents’ kitchen table just three days ago. “You take your coffee with a little milk, don’t you?” Kent asks.“You have a file on me, too.” It’s a statement, not a question.He just smiles in his quiet way. Lea

An hour later, the view of the palace gardens as the sun dips below the horizon is a balm to my senses. A frosty lemonade in my hand, I stretch out on a chaise lounge on my private balcony and read the file on Rollo Seabrook. He’s fifty-five years old. Alpha of the once-great Olympic Howlers. Twenty years ago, when Rollo lost his family and went bananas, his shifters abandoned their kingdom. It got absorbed into the Ruby Nightclaws’ biggest rivals, the Stealth Furs Pack. It’s common knowledge that the Stealth Furs Alpha, Reed Bainbridge, could give mean lessons to the Leavenworths, so that’s probably why the Olympic Howlers have chosen to go after the Ruby Nightclaws. The rogues aren’t completely off the leash, so to speak. Rollo Seabrook still looks deranged, from the old photo of him. With crooked teeth from gnawing on bones and a face that looks like he’s spent one too many sleepless nights, he might have been handsome once. His muscles ripple and he could break bricks with his

“We’ll show you some of the wonders of our kingdom, starting with our city tonight after dinner,” Jordan says as I sit there in silence, thrown by the offer.“After that, you can get down to the business of hunting the Olympic Howlers,” Kent adds. “But it sounds like you need a break.”“And we’re here to serve. We have quite an evening planned,” Wiley finishes. I think over their proposal. Are they just putting on another show for me? Their masks of kindness and flattery have to fall eventually and they can’t hide hungry, abused people from me. So maybe it’s a good idea to take a stroll around town with them. “It sounds amazing,” I say. “Yes, count me in.”I’ve been so absorbed in the conversation that I’ve eaten half of the delicious venison on my blue-and-white china plate. The meat is broiled, lightly spiced, with sides of wild rice and mashed potatoes. It seems incredibly simple for a royal dinner, but I’m not complaining.It’s the kind of thing my parents and I normally ea

I toss and turn in the bed that’s softer than anything I’ve ever slept in. The kings can’t be my fated mates…can they? How can that be?It seems cruel. I’m the one thing they’ve been searching for and the one thing that’s the most dangerous to them.Yet they’re different than I thought they’d be. Jordan is so caring. Kent is quiet yet full of surprises–like being a better dancer than his more talkative brothers. He’s commanding in his own way.Wiley is the wild child in King’s clothing, full of smiles.Any female would be lucky to have one of them, let alone all three, which is what they want.I’m trying to summon up hatred, remembering what they did to my father, until I remember that he left key details out of his story. Maybe it was the heat of the moment. Maybe he just didn’t want to admit all of it where Mom might overhear. There could be a perfectly innocent explanation for the conflicting stories. Maybe he genuinely believed they messed with him. My dad is nothing if no