All Chapters of The Alpha’s Banished Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Simeon’s POV The ride back from the house by the bridge had been longer than I remembered. Or maybe it had felt that way because of the weight of what Reuben had said. My hands had been clenched into fists as I had walked back to the palace. Reuben's voice still echoed in my head.Give me the throne. He had said the words as if he had been entitled to the throne. He had betrayed me in a way I had never imagined and I suspected that he had some of the members of my council on his side. The thought terrified me more than losing Olivia and Jeremy. At the same time losing them frightened me.Why had I not killed him? It was possible that if I had done soni would never see Olivia and Jeremy again but I would know for certain that Reuben would never ascend my throne. I could barely keep my thoughts from spiraling. Every second reminded me that my indecision would determine the fate of Olivia and Jeremy. I entered the hallway and without a word made my way to my private study. Once

Simeon's POV “What the hell are you doing here? What did we talk about?” I asked her. It had been so long I had been this close to sober and I hated it. The sinking realization that Olivia and Jeremy were not with me anymore began to sink in and so was the fact that I had made no effort to get them from Reuben. With the alcohol I could justify my inactions but without it, the guilt of what I had done to them both was just too heavy. I need a drink. “Where are you going, Alpha Simeon?” asked General Thatcher as I had begun walking away from her and trying to locate the wine cellar myself. “The council is meeting this very minute to discuss your mental health and possibly remove you from your position as Alpha as you have proven that you are incapable of performing your duties,” she said and those words stopped me from moving any further. I turned to face her slowly. “What?” I could not believe her but at the same time, it was not a strange thing for them to discuss. Afterall, I k

Olivia's POV I clutched it tightly and made my way to the wardrobe. It was heavy, but I pushed it aside with slow, determined force. Behind it was a small, square iron door, almost invisible against the wall. I slipped the key into the lock and it turned. The door creaked open, revealing a dark, narrow passage that led to another wooden door at the far end.I stepped inside, careful not to make a sound, and pulled the iron door shut behind me. Then I locked it from the inside. The air inside the room was cold and musty. I walked forward and entered the small space Prinsca had described. It was barely large enough to sit down in, but there was a blanket, a bottle of water, and what looked like a crust of bread in a dish.Just as I turned to inspect the wooden door, I heard it. There was a click from the other side of the wall and a bolt sliding into place. Someone had locked it from the outside.Then I heard her voice.“I’ll come back for you when Damien arrives. You’re safe now.”Now

Damien's POV I lurched at her before I even realized what I was doing.The rage I had tried so hard to bury within me suddenly erupted as I slammed Prinsca against the stone wall, my hand gripping her throat as I stared into her terrified eyes.“You buried her alive, didn't you?” I growled, my voice trembling with fury. “What did you bastards do to her?”“Damien, stop!” Austin’s voice cut through my angry voice as he yanked me backward with all his strength.I let go of her, my hand shaking as I stepped away. She coughed, leaning against the wall, but she did not cry out or beg for mercy. She just looked at me with something akin to fear which was good. I wanted her to be afraid of me. “You think I want her dead?” she said hoarsely. “I’m trying to survive just like the rest of you. You do not have to trust me but you’ll never find her without me.”Austin stood between us now, his hand was on the hilt of his sword as his gaze shifted between us. “Think,” he snapped at me. “You kill

Olivia's POV “You couldn't just say no?” The shock was evident in his face and in his voice. I was shocked too because my mind had actually cooperated with my body to do as I had willed it. “Mum?” Meanwhile, Jeremy had only happiness as an emotion to see me functional. I could see them now and even though Damien was still reeling from the slap, I was happy to see my son. “How long have I been out for?” the question was directed at the both of them but it was Jeremy who answered me, “a fortnight.” “What?” I sat up top quickly which I shouldn't have as my body felt the impact of my words all at once. My body which I could not feel before now felt like I had activated a thousand pins within it.“What's wrong mum? Are you in a lot of pain?” asked Jeremy, looking at me with worry filled eyes. “I’m okay,” I lied but Damien knew at once that I was not telling the truth, “I'll get the doctor,” he said. “The same doctor who told you I had only a couple days to live? Or the one who said