All Chapters of Alpha’s Forbidden Temptation: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Scarlet’s POVWhen I stopped by Violet’s place, she was fast asleep, her breathing soft and even. The room was dimly lit, filled with the quiet hum of machines and the faint scent of her herbal medicine. I didn’t want to wake her, so I stepped back into the small sitting area and found the king standing alone near the kitchen counter, carefully stirring a cup of instant coffee with a slow and absentminded rhythm.The king, this man who ruled an entire kingdom, looked strangely out of place here, not because of his title, but because of the quiet sorrow etched into his face. He hadn’t left Violet’s side for days, barely sleeping, barely speaking. And in that moment, he seemed less like a monarch and more like a man who was lonely, weathered, and full of quiet grief.“Your Majesty,” I said gently, not wanting to startle him, “Violet’s still asleep. Would you like to come over to our place for a coffee? Amy and I baked scones this morning. She would love to share them with you. Actually,

A silence hung between us, and then I asked the question that had been burning in my mind, “Was he the same man both Violet and my mother loved?”He turned his gaze to me slowly, as if considering how much truth to share, but eventually he gave a solemn nod. “Yes. Sadly, he was that man. A man so broken and lost, and yet, for some reason, he was the one three women wanted desperately. One of them died because of him. Another, your mother, forgot everything she ever was. And Violet... she is alive, but it’s like she is dying a little more every single day. I think sometimes, when someone is broken themselves, they are drawn to something equally damaged. It makes them feel less alone.”I swallowed, feeling the weight of the truth settle in my chest. “How did you and Violet end up together then?” I asked.He sighed, a sound heavy with memory. “After he died, she completely fell apart. I was the one who stayed, who picked up the shattered pieces of her soul. She didn’t choose me, not at f

That night, Amy earned herself a golden pass to sleep snug between her parents.The nanny had warned them gently, with a knowing smile, “If you let her sleep with you now, she may never want to go back to her own room.”But Dante didn’t care.He had already missed the first three years of Amy’s life. He wasn’t about to miss another moment not if he could help it. If his little girl wanted cuddles, then cuddles she would get. In a couple of years, she would be a teenager who barely let him brush her hair or kiss her forehead. Right now, while she still wanted to wrap her arms around his chest and bury her face in his neck, he was going to let her. Every night, if she asked.Later that morning, after breakfast, Dante found Ace waiting in his office.The boy looked serious.“Everything alright, kid?” Dante asked, setting aside a file he hadn’t really been reading.Ace leaned forward slightly. “Remember when you told me that once I turned eighteen, I could start making decisions about my

Scarlet lay on the hospital bed in the private patient room. The white sheets contrasted with her flushed cheeks, and her pulse throbbed gently beneath Dante’s fingers as he held her wrist. She looked more fragile than he had seen her in years.Dante paced near the window, his jaw clenched, running his hand through his hair. “You’re always the one taking care of everyone. Who takes care of you, Scarlet? It is all my fault. I was so busy with the pack, I did not pay attention to you. God, I am such a failure…”Scarlet tried to smile. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s just a little dizziness—”“You almost fainted in the living room,” Ace interrupted from the chair near the door, arms crossed. “That’s not ‘a little’ anything.”The door creaked open, and Doctor Madison walked in with a folder in her hand and a careful expression on her face.Everyone turned to her at once.She cleared her throat. “The first set of test results are in.”Scarlet sat up straighter. “And?”“Well, your haemoglobin l

The next morning, during his training session, Ace received a call that made his stomach tighten instantly. He checked the screen—Civil Records Office.He swallowed hard, heart suddenly pounding faster, and quickly approached his commanding officer. “Lieutenant! I’ve been called to the civil office. May I leave after the session ends?”The lieutenant glanced at him before giving a brisk nod. “Finish the drills, submit your report, and then you may go.”“Yes, sir!” Ace answered, pushing down the nervous energy as he returned to the training.The session dragged longer than usual, or at least it felt that way. Every second was stretched by the weight of uncertainty pressing against his chest. By the time he submitted his final report, his palms were clammy and his mouth was dry.He left the camp as soon as he was allowed and headed straight for the civil office. The ride there was a blur. His thoughts circled the same questions like a wheel stuck in the mud—What would the results be? Wo