Semua Bab FORBIDDEN BOND: The Alpha's Desire : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Alaric’s office was cloaked in warm midday light, sunlight spilling over the long polished desk where scrolls lay open and stacked. The prince had been working all morning, his brow furrowed over policy drafts and estate balances, quill in hand, focus unwavering—until Kael started pouting.“You’re ignoring me,” Kael murmured from where he lounged on the velvet chaise near the window, one arm wrapped around a pillow, his face pressed halfway into it.“I’m running a kingdom, love,” Alaric said without looking up, though a ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “I’ll give you my full attention when I finish this line.”“You said that three lines ago.”Alaric chuckled, finally placing the quill down. He turned to face Kael fully, eyes warm and voice teasing. “You’re impossible.”Kael sat up slowly, his palm gliding down to rest on his still-flat stomach. “I’m pregnant. I’m allowed to be clingy.”“Say that again.” Alaric stood and crossed the room, stopping in front of him.Ka

“You’re burning up,” Aaron muttered, adjusting his hold on Kael as he strode down the marble corridor, his steps fast and angry.Kael's head lolled against Aaron's shoulder, one hand clutching his coat, breath shallow. “I—I don’t… feel good. I didn't mean to come out there.”“No shit,” Aaron snapped, then instantly softened. “Sorry. I know it’s not your fault.”He pushed open a door with his shoulder and stepped into a side room—a sitting chamber, private and quiet.Aaron laid Kael down gently on a velvet settee and crouched in front of him, brushing damp curls off his forehead. “Can you look at me?”Kael blinked slowly. “I was just waiting for him. Then… the tray…”Aaron’s jaw clenched. “Someone led you there on purpose. You and Alaric both. He looked drugged out of his mind.”Kael's breath hitched. “I thought I was being summoned. By him.”Aaron stood with a dark glint in his eyes. “Stay here. Don’t move. Don’t even open the damn door unless you hear me.”Kael reached out, panic fla

(Kael’s POV)Aaron ruffled my hair before he let go of my hand.“Don’t think too much, Kael,” he said softly, like he could see the storm already forming behind my eyes. “It’s probably not what it looked like.”Probably.That word felt useless.Still, I nodded like I believed him, like the sight of Amora kissing my mate hadn’t already embedded itself in my skull like glass. I muttered something—thanks maybe, or goodbye—and then turned away before I crumbled completely.The hallway back to my chamber felt longer than usual, and the silence curled itself around my steps like a second skin. Cold, tight, suffocating.When I reached my door, I stood there for a moment, fingers resting on the knob, unsure if I even wanted to go inside.But what else was I supposed to do?I pushed the door open.Stepped in.Closed it behind me.And collapsed onto the bed like my spine had finally given up trying to hold me together.I didn’t cry.Not yet.But the ache settled heavy in my bones. It crawled in

(Kael's POV)Alaric held my head still and shoved his whole cock down my throat, like all the way down.To be honest, I was the one coaxing him to fuck me like he owns me, he looked so out of his mind I just wanted him to fuck his way to relief but now that his rut has pushed his wolf to complete take over his mind, I'm not sure where my boldness suddenly went. I asked him to use me silly and now his whole length is stuffed down my throat. My jaw is hurting, I'm choking and struggling to take his vast size.After a while, he slowly pulled out, grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed right back in, I swear a felt my eyes let loose of tear drops. He continued slamming and thrusting deep down my throat in an animalistic pace. My hands fly to his waist trying to get him to pity my throat even just a little bit he didn't slow down one bit, Alaric is no longer with me. Who I have here with me is an alpha in rut.Eventually, he stopped, and pulled out, thick straps of slop and spit coating

(Kael’s POV)Door clicked shut behind me, soft as a secret. Alaric’s scent still hugged the air—sweet, musky, grounding, like he’d just slipped out. Evening shadows flickered across the stone, playing tag on the walls, painting the chamber with this hush-warmth that made it feel like its own little universe. The rest of the world? Miles away.I set the basket of food down on the table and turned toward the bed, my body still sore but not just from exhaustion—it was from being touched, held, and claimed like I was made for him. And gods… maybe I was.He looked asleep.His hair? Wild, like he’d been wrestling dreams all night. Lips parted, breathing slow and lazy—he looked blissfully unaware of anything, including my gawking. The blanket had abandoned its post, barely hanging on to his waist, skin exposed and—yeah, I knew every inch by now, not gonna lie. Caught myself smiling as I crept over and slipped into bed, thinking I’d steal a few seconds curled up next to him before dragging hi