All Chapters of The Alpha King's Hated Mate : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The slap came so hard my head snapped to the side, my cheek burning with heat before the sting even fully registered. “You failed me again!” My mother’s voice thundered through the chamber, laced with venom that made the very stones under our feet tremble. The echo of her fury clung to the walls, and before I could even breathe, her palm cracked across my face again. I stumbled back, crashing to the floor, my lips splitting on impact. The sharp taste of blood filled my mouth, metallic and bitter. My hands shook as I pressed them to the ground, trying to push myself up, but her shadow loomed over me like a curse. “You useless child!” she roared, her black gown swaying like smoke around her legs. “I told you what was required. I told you the full moon was the perfect night. And yet you come back to me empty-handed!” “I’m sorry, Mother,” I gasped, the words scraping my throat raw. My head pounded, my heart a frantic drum. “I tried—I tried to get to him, but there were too many peopl

The air was heavy. Every muscle in my body was strung tight as I stood in the middle of the room, my wolf pacing inside me, ears sharp, hackles raised. Her scent was everywhere, clinging to the curtains, the walls, even the damn floor beneath my feet. It was suffocating and intoxicating all at once, flooding my senses until my hands curled into fists.She was here.I knew it.“Show yourself,” I growled again, my voice low, rough, echoing off the walls like a command meant for ghosts.The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it was charged. Like the pause between lightning and thunder. Like the air holding its breath before a storm crashes down.I took a slow step forward, scanning the room. My eyes traced every corner, every shifting shadow. My wolf pressed harder against my skin, begging to come out, begging to fight or claim—I couldn’t tell which.Another step. My bare feet moved soundlessly across the polished floor, my gaze flicking toward the broken shards of glass glinting near t

The first thing I heard was the sound of beeping.Steady. Rhythmic. Like a drum pulling me back from the abyss I’d been drowning in. My eyelids felt like they were weighted with lead, every blink dragging through shadows. Slowly—too slowly—I peeled them open.And the very first thing I saw nearly sent me sprawling out of the bed in shock.Two wide pairs of eyes—one black, one silver—staring at me from either side of the mattress, so close their little noses were almost pressed to my face.“Unkew Dante awake!” Luca’s tiny voice squeaked, high-pitched and garbled with toddler mispronunciation.“Awake!” Sofia echoed, her curls bouncing as she squealed.Before I had the chance to react, they both launched themselves at me.Tiny bodies collided with mine, arms wrapping around my neck, warm giggles filling the room. Their little hands patted my face, tugged at my shirt, their voices overlapping in an excited chorus of, “Unkew! Unkew!”A laugh broke from my chest before I could stop it. Godd

Two days.Two endless days of watching, waiting, hiding like a shadow clinging to the palace walls. My body ached from crouching in the same cursed places, my eyes burned from tracking every movement of guards and servants. Still, no opportunity came.The twins never wandered alone. Not once. They were always surrounded—guards at their sides, maids trailing like loyal hounds, even the Queen herself joining them at times with a softness that made bile rise in my throat. They were cocooned in love and laughter, so thick it almost seemed to push me further into the darkness, like I was an intruder in a world I was never meant to touch.But I could not return empty-handed. I would not.My mother’s face flashed in my mind again, sharp and cruel, her words coiled with venom: Do not return to me without his heart beating in your hands.My stomach tightened. I had already failed once. If I failed again… she would break me. Not just in body—she’d carve the shame into my soul until I was nothin

The meeting room was suffocating.Not because of the four walls, nor the lingering scent of wood polish and smoke that clung to the beams overhead, but because of the weight in the air. Anticipation. Unease. A tension that crawled across every surface like invisible flames.The best of my trackers—men and women who had spilled blood for me, bled beside me—were seated around the long oak table. Their postures were rigid, their eyes sharp, waiting. Always waiting. They didn’t speak, didn’t fidget, didn’t breathe more than necessary.They knew this wasn’t an ordinary meeting.I sat at the head of the table, my fingers brushing absently across the smooth wood. My heart drummed once, heavy and deliberate. For a long while, I said nothing. Let the silence stretch. Let it weigh them down, press into their bones, make them restless.Only when I felt the atmosphere at its breaking point did I finally move.I stood slowly, dragging their eyes with me. My hand slipped into the inner pocket of my