Semua Bab FORBIDDEN BOND: The Alpha's Desire : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Kael moved through the palace corridors like a ghost, his steps light, almost silent. He was a master of invisibility, a skill honed over years of trying to disappear, to become nothing more than background noise in the opulent chaos of the royal court. Today, however, his ghostly presence felt heavier, more burdened than usual. He had returned to his duties, to serve Alaric, but the ease, the almost comfortable rhythm they had found before his heat, was gone. Replaced by a thick wall of formality, a polite distance that chilled him to the bone.He arranged the prince's desk, straightening documents that were already perfectly aligned, polishing the silver inkwell until it gleamed under the morning light. Every movement was precise, controlled, a deliberate effort to keep his hands from shaking, his mind from wandering back to the agony of his heat, to the memory of Alaric's rejection, to the echo of another consort's pleasure.The arrival of Princess Amora had only amplified his torm

The scent clung to him, a phantom limb of longing. Even after days of Kael’s meticulous avoidance, a faint trace of his unique omega musk lingered on the fabric of the Prince's chambers, permeating the air where Kael had once moved freely. Alaric found himself drawn to it, sniffing at a discarded tunic, the corner of a cushion, his wolf clawing at the cage of his self-imposed denial. He knew it was pathetic, undignified for a future king, but the yearning was a physical ache, a constant reminder of the bond he tried so desperately to deny.The betrothal to Princess Amora felt like a gilded cage, each polite smile and carefully chosen word a fresh layer of suffocating guilt. He saw the flicker of hurt in Kael's eyes during the announcement, the way he subtly straightened his shoulders, a fragile shield against the pain. That small, almost imperceptible action was enough to shatter Alaric's resolve, leaving him adrift in a sea of regret.His actions became increasingly erratic, driven b

(Kael's POV)I smiled through the agony as the man who marked my soul pledged forever to someone else. The sun beat down on the gathered crowd, reflecting off the golden carriage, the silken banners, and the polished armor of the royal guard. It was a glorious day—for everyone but me.My hands trembled as I held the silver tray laden with goblets of chilled wine, offering it to a passing noble. He took one without a glance, his eyes fixed on the approaching royal chariot, the air thick with anticipation. I forced myself to meet his gaze, to offer a polite nod, but the effort felt monumental. Every movement was an act of defiance against the crushing weight in my chest.The cheers erupted as the chariot finally rolled to a stop. Prince Alaric emerged first, every inch the regal Alpha, his jaw firm, his eyes holding a flicker of something unreadable. He offered a hand to Princess Amora, and she stepped out, a vision in white and gold, her Omega scent light and sweet on the air. A perfec

“Do you have the slightest idea of what it will mean once I take you?” He whispers in my ear and a hot wave of lust rolls through me. I nod, letting him know I'm aware of what it'd mean.“Are you sure, baby?” Alaric's hand travels down to my pelvis and then back to my neck. “Because once I get to taste you and take you just the way I want, you'll be mine forever. No going back, no changing your mind. Every inch of you will be mine. Do you understand, dearest darling?” My goodness, I'm flooding with slick. I would do anything to keep this side of him.His fingers suddenly circle my slick wet entrance before I get to answer him, he pushes a digit inside me and my lips part in a breathless moan.“Give me your words, do you understand?” He demanded, his finger starting to abuse my hole.“Yes.” I replied, my shaky breath making it sound less audible.“Hmm, so who do you belong to, pretty little prince?” Alaric asks, pumping his finger in and out of me. I clench around him, getting used to

(Kael's POV)The scent of Alaric's Alpha lingered on my skin like a promise I wasn’t sure I was allowed to keep. It clung to the sheets, soaked into the fibers of the lightweight robe he’d dressed me in, haunted the bruised places on my neck where his mouth had pressed like he was trying to brand me. I should’ve felt elated, or at least satisfied. I should’ve been glowing in the aftermath of what had happened between us.Instead, I felt hollow.I sat on the edge of his massive bed, staring at the distant doorway where Amora had appeared like an echo of everything I wasn’t allowed to be. A queen. A wife. His. Alaric hadn’t brought her in, no, but that didn’t erase the heavy truth: she existed within the palace, within his life, within his name. She bore the crown, while I bore the bond—silent, unseen, unacknowledged.He’d gone back to her. Not inside, but he’d gone.And I had watched. Goddess, why did I watch?The pit in my stomach gnawed deeper. Was I just a secret? A distraction? A r