บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King's Hated Mate : บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Something called to me.A voice—no, not quite a voice. A sensation. A pull deep in my bones. Like the earth itself was whispering my name. My blood stirred, cold and slow, awakening in my veins like a winter storm.Then came the cold.It crawled over me, slithered across my skin, coiled around my heart. Every breath I took felt like ice slicing through my lungs. My body ached, empty, brittle. As if I’d been asleep for centuries, and something ancient inside me had finally stirred.I opened my eyes.And found blood-red ones staring down at me.My breath caught.What—"Am I in hell?" I rasped, voice hoarse. "Because tell me why the first thing I see when I wake up is your face."He chuckled, the sound dark and rich like velvet soaked in sin. His face tilted, shadows dancing across his sharp features. That smirk. That same one I remembered from the forest.The vampire.I jerked upright, a gasp ripping from my throat as I scrambled back."Easy," he said, lifting a hand like I was some wou

His eyes glowed like twin rubies in the dark. His body pressed into mine, and I hated how cold he felt—how unnatural. Like death molded into something deceptively beautiful. He leaned in slowly, his lips ghosting over my throat. I went utterly still. No breath. No sound. Just the sharp thump of my heart thinking he'd bite into my neck but he didn’t. Instead, his lips… kissed me. Soft. Gentle. Like he was tasting something sacred. A shiver coursed down my spine. My body reacted before my mind could stop it—an instinct buried so deep it felt ancient. Like a thread from another life pulling taut between us. "Why are you fighting me?" he whispered against my skin, his voice ragged, broken. "There was a time… a time you wanted this. You wanted me. You welcomed my touch." My eyes burned as I looked at him. "That wasn’t me." His gaze flicked up to mine, something unguarded and vulnerable breaking through the coldness. And for the briefest moment—I saw it. A flicker of memory. No

"Finally," Loki whispered, a breath of triumph curling past his lips as his eyes drank me in like I was the only thing that ever mattered. Xander's wolf stirred, panting, bleeding—but he pushed against the rock he was pinned to, trying to rise. "Don’t," I said through the mind link, my voice trembling. "Please… just trust me." His golden eyes snapped to mine, fury and confusion clashing inside them. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Raven?" he growled, agony raw in his voice. I met his gaze, heart twisting. "Please, Xander. Trust me." Time seemed to hold its breath. Loki took slow, deliberate steps toward me, his coat fluttering behind him like smoke. His hand reached up, cupping my cheek with an affection so gentle it made me want to recoil. "I knew you’d come around," he said softly, reverently. "You always belonged to me. We were destined, Raven. Fated." I didn’t speak. Just gave him a small, almost lifeless nod. My heart pounded like war drums, and I felt

I groaned as his hand found its way beneath the silk sheets—for the third damn time tonight. “Xander,” I mumbled, my voice low and exasperated. “Why are you like this?” “Like what?” he asked, voice deep and utterly unapologetic as his fingers trailed up my thigh. I didn’t have to look to know that maddening smirk was on his face—the one that always spelled trouble. The one that meant my legs wouldn’t be touching the ground for at least another hour. “You’re obsessed with me,” I accused, dragging a pillow over my face. “Guilty,” he said, far too proud. “Can you blame me, Raven? You’re my Queen. My addiction. My mate.” “You’re so annoying,” I huffed. His lips brushed my shoulder, slow and teasing. “And yet, you love me.” I peeked at him from under the pillow. His eyes were darker than night, filled with pure hunger. I barely had time to protest before he slid the sheets down and tugged at the straps of my silk nightgown. “Xander,” I warned. “If you rip another one, I sw

The full moon hung high and heavy in the night sky, its silvery light spilling over the clearing like a spotlight on my misery. It was the kind of night poets would write about—romantic, intoxicating, ripe with possibility. For me, it was nothing but another reminder.Another reminder that I didn’t belong here.I stood half in the shadows, leaning against a rough-barked oak near the edge of the celebration. My arms were crossed, my jaw tight. Laughter drifted through the air like smoke, curling around me even though I wanted no part of it.Everywhere I looked, there were people finding their mates.It wasn’t subtle—when the bond clicked into place, it was obvious. They’d stop in the middle of a crowd, eyes locking like they’d just been handed the sun. Then the scent recognition would hit, and they’d stumble toward each other, drawn like magnets, hands trembling. Moments later? They’d be wrapped around each other, lips fused, shamelessly oblivious to the rest of us. Some couldn’t even