All Chapters of The Alpha King's Hated Mate : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The plan had been perfect.At least, it should have been.I had stood in the shadows, my body pressed against the tree, watching with all the patience of a predator. The butterfly had done its part, flitting between the sunlight and darkness, carrying the promise of wonder to a child far too naive to understand danger. I had been ready. Gods, I had been so ready to take what I needed.But then she appeared.The Queen.Not as some delicate, fragile thing draped in jewels and lace. No. She had stepped into the garden with a grace that made the very air seem to bend around her, her presence heavy enough to still even the laughter of her children. One glance from her eyes—those sharp, knowing eyes—was enough to set the hair on my arms bristling.I froze in my hiding place, every muscle taut. She looked around. Slowly. Deliberately. Her gaze swept the garden once, twice, lingering for a heartbeat too long on the shadows where I clung. I could have sworn she saw me. I could have sworn she f

My heart thundered so violently I thought it might burst out of my chest. The Queen’s voice had pierced the night like an executioner’s blade, cold and merciless, stripping me bare where I knelt beside her daughter.Every instinct screamed at me to move. To run. To vanish before her eyes seared holes into my skin. But I couldn’t. Not with her wolves surrounding me like shadows come to life.The little girl lay still at my side, her lashes fluttering faintly as the spell held her deep in its grip. I wanted to scoop her into my arms and beg for forgiveness, but what was I supposed to say? I wanted to rip her heart out but then changed my mind? That wouldn’t save me. That wouldn’t save anyone.A low growl rolled through the darkness, vibrating the ground beneath me. My head snapped up, and my stomach lurched. Wolves. Dozens of them. Stepping out from the trees with eyes like death, teeth bared, their bodies tense with promise of violence.I turned slowly, my throat dry, every muscle coil

Darkness pressed against me like a second skin.The cell was nothing more than stone and shadow, yet it felt alive. Cold walls whispered of misery, chains rattled with every slight movement I made, mocking me with their weight. The air was damp, suffocating, filled with the stench of mold and iron and fear. My fear.I sat curled on the hard ground, knees pulled against my chest, my forehead resting on them. My wrists were raw where the cuffs dug into my skin, my ankles bruised from the shackles. Every time I shifted, the chains clinked—a reminder of how far I’d fallen.How far I had failed.I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t escape the truth. I had been caught. Not just caught—defeated, humiliated, stripped of everything that made me dangerous. The King himself had been the one to bring me down. His wolf, monstrous and magnificent, had crushed me into the dirt like I was nothing.And maybe I was nothing.I had told myself I was strong enough. Clever enough. Ruthless enough to take what

I didn’t want to believe it. My mind screamed denial even as my wolf went utterly still inside me, ears pricked, nose testing the air again and again.No. No, it couldn’t be.But the scent hit me like a fist to the gut—roses, sharp and sweet, curling through the dank rot of the dungeon. The kind of scent that sank into bone and blood, that no time or distance could dull.And then there was the hair. That wild, untamed cascade of fire. My stomach dropped. My chest seized.Her.My mate.Chained. Shackled. Sitting on the damp stone floor of the cell as if the filth didn’t touch her. Back straight. Chin tilted. Defiant even with her wrists rubbed raw from iron.The one I had been chasing through forests and across borders. The one who had vanished like smoke after trying to put a blade through my heart. The one my wolf had raged for, hungered for, howled for.And now she was here. In the palace dungeon.Accused of touching my niece.The world tilted violently. For a heartbeat, I didn’t

Silence.That was all that filled the office. Heavy, suffocating silence that wrapped around my throat like a chain.Xander sat behind the desk, his hands folded neatly in front of him, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp as blades. The weight of his gaze pressed into me. Raven sat to his right, her posture stiff, her fury radiating like heat from a forge. And me—goddess, I sat across from them, shoulders tight, heart pounding so hard I swore it shook the chair beneath me.Their silence was worse than shouting. Worse than any punishment they could have hurled my way.Because they were waiting. Waiting for me to explain how the woman who had been caught trying to steal their daughter was mine. My mate.Raven’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “So what now, Dante?” Her tone was sharp, cold, laced with disbelief. “What do you want us to do? Free her? Free the woman who tried to take my child?”Her words slammed into me like hammer strikes. I couldn’t even bring myself