บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King's Hated Mate : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

I woke up to the feeling of arms around me, holding me so close like I would disappear. I turned and there he was. Dario. Not Xander. He was staring at me with a sexy smirk that made my stomach flip. “Hello, beautiful," he whispered in a deep voice and I couldn't help but press my legs together. He saw the action and growled. “Are you trying to tempt me?” He said as he drew me even closer that there was no space between us and my breath hitched. "I don't think you mind,” I said, biting my lips. “Did you even sleep? You were staring at me when I woke up," I said as I brought my finger to his lips. He held my hand and brought it to his lips as he kissed me. “How could I sleep when I have you beside me? You don't seem to realize how distracting your beauty is," “You're so cheesy," I teased, “I can be anything for you," he said as his voice dropped to a low whisper before he suddenly turned me over and got on top of me. I could feel how hard he already was. “You're being naug

“You think I don't know that?” Dario said and I quickly turned to him in confusion. “Know what?" Matteo asked and Dario laughed but there was nothing funny about the sound. “That there are traitors in every corner of this palace, not one, not two, several of them that can't wait for me to crumble so they can take my throne." He said as he slowly stood up from the chair he was sitting and I just watched him. “Being King comes with enemies, as a King if you don't have enemies you're not a true King, because it shows your throne is not worth taking. I know that not everyone who sits around us in council meetings actually agrees with us…if they had the choice and power, they'd kill me.” He stopped as he turned to Matteo, “So I don't think we might have a traitor in the palace, I know we have traitors here. You should know us by now Matteo, we like to work silently and let them think we're stupid while we quietly observe, looking for flaws, waiting for them to slip up. So far they've a

I don't know how we made it back to the bedroom but somehow we did. My back hit the wall and immediately Dario's lips were on me hard and demanding. My legs were around him as he ground his hard cock against my throbbing pussy. “Dario," I moaned into his mouth as his hand found one of my breasts and squeezed as he continued to move his hips against me. “What more can I ask for?" he groaned as he pulled up the dress I was wearing and the next thing I heard was the tearing of my underwear. “Dario!" I said and he chuckled, “I like it better when you have nothing underneath," he whispered against my lips before claiming it again and then I heard the sound of his belt. Without warning he slammed into me and a loud moan broke through my lips as I wrapped my legs tighter around him. The feeling of him inside me always feels new every fucking time. “You're so big," I moaned and he growled in male approval before he started moving his hips. Moving so slow it was torture. “Faster, plea

“Hey, hey, hey, chill, I'm your brother," Dante said as he pointed to himself then brought his hands in front of him in a calming gesture trying to calm Dario, but the look on Dario's face was murderous. “What gives you the right to think you can touch what's mine?” Dario asked in a deadly voice as he took a threatening step towards Dante and I blocked him immediately. His eyes narrowed at me in warning. “She's my friend," Dante defended, “And she's my mate, you're not supposed to look at her or breath in her direction and you have the fucking guts to hug her," “Possessive much," Dante muttered under his breath but Dario heard him. He was about to take another step towards Dante but I quickly wrapped my arms around him. “Dante go, quick." I said but Dante just didn't like his head. "Grumpy cousin,” he said and Dario growled before Dante quickly ran away. "I'm yours,” "You sure are.” he growled lowly and before I could say anything he took my hand and was taking me down the

I dropped the heart beside her limp body, watching it twitch weakly against the cold floor. The metallic scent of blood thickened the air, seeping into my skin, my hair, my soul—but I didn’t flinch. I welcomed it. I fed on it. She was the third. And she wouldn't be the last. I turned back to the mirror on the dresser, blood splattered across my cheeks and neck like war paint. My reflection stared back at me—calm, deadly, unrecognizable from the girl they once tossed aside like garbage. Now, I was the executioner. And judgment had only just begun. I grabbed a towel from the chair in the corner, wiping my hands. A clean exit mattered just as much as a clean kill. No witnesses. No fingerprints. No loose ends. I unlocked the door and stepped into the hall, closing it silently behind me. My wolf still stirred beneath my skin, satisfied yet hungry. Her growl rumbled softly in my chest like a warning bell, a reminder that vengeance wasn't done—not even close. The corridor was dark, si