All Chapters of Mated To An Untamed Alpha : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

TALON’s POVThe assassin's word still sank in my head like it happened yesterday. It's been a week since I killed him, but his words were still stuck in my head. “What does he mean by; “You are already his.” I thought staring into the space. I had also maintained a distance between Amelia and me. We were getting too close. I've always wanted us to get close, but I don't know the spirit that has been controlling me after I killed the assassin. Everyone had stayed away from me, and I was satisfied with it, but the other part of me wasn't satisfied. I became more ruthless than I was before, and Amelia had stayed back since the day I almost knocked her out of my chamber. I stood at the edge of my territory, gazing out of the darkness gathering beyond the borders. It has been like that for the past few days, but I was assured that with time, it'd vanish. But it didn't, instead, it grew broader. The moon was new, cautiously blackness over the landscape. This time, my instincts screame

Chapter 83AUTHOR’s POVAmelia and Elara were busy giggling and crocheting together. There was no dull moment around them both. They'll both make a funny scenario, make a joke over it,, and resume crocheting. They continued like that for over fifteen minutes. They were actually competing against each other. “I won!” Elara announced happily, raising the crotchet she had made up, she actually made a napkin for Amelia. While Amelia was making a scarf for Elara. “Wow, you're so fast and versatile!” Amelia commented, Elara stretched the napkin towards her. She collected it, gushing over it. “My late mother taught me how to make it.” Elara talked. “Late mother? I'm so sorry about that, Elara.” Amelia said, wrapping her into her arms as they both engaged in a warm hug. “It's fine, Your Majesty. She was brutally murdered on a cold Friday night.” Elara continued while they were still in each other's arms.“The perpetrator's guilty conscience won't let them have peace, and I'm sure they wi

Chapter 85AUTHOR’s POVAfter a long and excruciating battle between the demon army and the Red Claw Pack, Talon and his peers were able to kill most of them before vanishing. They had conquered them, but not fully. The demon army promised to make a return. They promised to avenge the death of their peers, looking forward to another battle between them and Talon. At the Dansville pack, Miss Brown–Stacia was busy compiling some concoctions and herbs when a sudden scent passed by her. It passed again and again making me feel suspicious. She turned back but she wasn't able to figure out where the scent came from. She dropped the small pot and tried inhaling it again; she caught it right away. It's the scent that passes by when a prophecy needs to be delivered. Something about it didn't sit right here; one thing is about delivering prophecy, and another one is about the person to be delivered it to. The energy around her was trying to send her a message, as a seer she was. She couldn

AUTHOR’s POVTalon, Amelia, Charles, and Cassio stood in stunned silence, their minds reeling from the assassin's chilling wordsDespite uncovering the hidden message, they were still bewildered by the assassin's cryptic words. The words still hung in the air like a challenge; “The blood moon rises. The queen must fall.” Amelia in her own world, couldn't stop thinking about the words. She was the one who had an encounter with the assassin. Still, the assassin's words stuck in her head like a bee. “The queen must fall!” Some of the words the man had said were overwhelming to her. Though she is not yet the queen, and Talon hasn't pronounced her the Queen, she is his mate and the mother of his unborn kids. Amelia's mind still refused to shake off the assassin's haunting words. As she lay in bed, her thoughts swirled with questions and concerns. Despite her exhaustion, Amelia's eyes remained wide open, her mind racing with possibilities. She couldn't shake the feeling that her name wa

AUTHOR’s POVTalon found a blood-stained dagger in his war room. He tried picking it up but his hands slipped. He gently bent below the dagger, picking it up. He stared at it carefully and watchfully. It didn't look familiar or anything, that was his first time seeing the dagger. “This doesn't look familiar, who could have dropped this here, of all places? My war room?” He asked himself, scanning outside the room, hoping he'd see an unknown figure or something, but he wasn't able to see anyone. Everywhere was quiet. He walked to his small table, where he sorted some official problems and many more. He dropped the dagger on the small table and went to get some water before returning. He picked the dagger from the table and watched it more closely this time but it was still futile —he wasn't able to suspect anyone that could have dropped it in his war room. He heaved a deep sigh before dropping the dagger and got engrossed in some files. Amelia sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on the w