All Chapters of Married to the alpha king, pleasured by his son : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

~Storme~I sat on the edge of my silken bed, one hand pressed against my lower belly, the other clutching the sheets. Waves of nausea rolled through me with every heartbeat. I closed my eyes and remembered the first real stirrings, pushing and shifting from the inside. It felt like betrayal and miracle in equal measure. The reality stunned me.I’m pregnant.The words still didn't feel real. Not yet. But the evidence was hard to ignore. Morning cramps. Scalding thirst. Unfounded hunger and nausea. My ankles ached. I was exhausted in ways that had nothing to do with the king's cruelty.If this wasn’t about being pregnant, then what was it?I stood, steadying myself against the vanity. I stared at my pale, trembling reflection.What do I do now?I had thought of confiding in Theo, but I couldn’t. Not yet. Not until I had everything secured. I had no choice now. If I didn’t act fast, the child… it would be born into chaos, a bastard in the eyes of the kingdom

~Storme~Morning light seeped through the curtains, gentle and merciless. I lay still, my body covered in the sheets proof of last night’s deception. My pulse thrummed in my ears, ever reminding me of what I’d done.Alpha Marcellus stirred beside me, his breath rumbling softly. I stared at the high ceiling, tracing moss-green threads in my mind. The truth was now as real as the bruise that formed across my body. I’d done it. I’d finally been able to deceive the alpha king. It was only a matter of time now before I broke the news of his unborn baby to him.I closed my eyes and imagined the night unbinding my body, a night that had become my lie, my shield, my weapon. I tried not to remember how his touch made me want to scram away from the bed…away from him and rush into the shower to scrub away the filth that I felt.The tweets of birds floated through the window, and I knew that he would soon wake. It was the plan to make sure that he woke up to me by his side, a dutiful queen who w

~Theo~“Congratulations, My Prince. Your mistress has finally played you just the way I always knew she would.”I slowly turned my head to see Karen sauntering into the training yard, a venomous smile playing on her face like she just won her enemies in a battle.I didn’t believe it at first. Or maybe I believed it to be one of Karen’s attempts at making me let go of Storme because there was no way the fallacy she’d just uttered made sense.“Your mistress is aiming for a crown higher than yours. I guess she never loved you the way you thought she did.”I ignored her. At least I tried to. There were lots of things in my head that I had to process, and listening to the crap that Karen had decided to make up wasn’t going to help at all.But then she said it.“Storme is pregnant, Theo. And you father is the father.”It felt like the world tilted at that last statement. I dropped my blade mid-swing and directed an unconcealed shocked gaze at Karen.“Wh

~Storme~Gasps fluttered through the room like startled birds. Karen’s smug little smile deepened, her eyes glittering with triumph. She tilted her head toward him, already playing the part.“Theo and I made the decision after a heart-to-heart talk this evening,” Karen gushed, giggling. “He can’t wait to officially claim me and show me off to everyone as his.”As if every other person in this palace and within doesn’t know how she’d desperately thrown herself at Theo all these months.Then without warning, Karen grabbed Theo’s face and fused her lips to his lips. They stayed in that lip lock for what felt like ages to me. I couldn’t look away, neither could I stop the growing feeling in my chest that made my breathing feel constricted.He didn’t even make a move to move away from the kiss. I mean, he didn’t look like he wasn’t kissing her back, but he didn’t pull away either. He just stayed there, allowing Karen kiss him. Neither made me feel okay.“Hold it t

~Storme~The bloody handkerchief slipped from his fingers and landed on the carpet with a soft thud. For a heartbeat my mind went blank. All the careful planning, the measured doses, the months of acting the dutiful queen; this was what I had wanted, wasn’t it? Marcellus dying slowly, his power crumbling with his body. And yet, faced with the sight of his blood, my hands trembled.I forced a gasp, pressing a hand to my mouth. “Your Majesty! What is it?” My voice rang high, convincingly panicked. “You’re bleeding!”He waved a dismissive hand, though his knuckles were white. “It’s nothing. The smoke. Must have been the smoke from the fire. My lungs…” He coughed again, weaker now. “Get me a cup of tea, Storme. It will settle me.”I was already at his side, sliding an arm around his shoulders. He was heavier than he looked, dead weight all from that fat in dropping down his belly. “Come. Let’s get you to the bed.”Supporting him felt surreal. This man who had dragged