All Chapters of Saved By The Hidden Alpha King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 81 ERIC’S POV “Eric…” Her voice wavered somewhat emotionally as she called my name, before reaching out and pulling me into an unexpected hug. But I didn’t hug her back. I just stood there, barely moving, reeling in the shock of seeing her and the painful sting of betrayal that seared my heart. It was clear she was my mother. I didn’t quite expect this to be the first thing she would do on seeing her long-lost son. The son she dumped like garbage and forgot about. She hugged me like I hadn’t been away for ages, like she’d known me forever. When she pulled away from the hug, she stepped back, settling in her initial position. She cleared her throat slightly and tried to regain her composure. The sight of me and that hug had probably stirred emotions. “You look well,” she said. Was she expecting me not to? “Thank goodness you made it safe and sound. Where is your luggage?” She asked, her eyes flicking to my sides, scanning around before they fell on Simon. “Did y

CHAPTER 83ERIC’S POVI drew in a sharp breath and forced myself to move forward, step by step, until I was standing at the edge of the bed, mere inches apart from him. His eyes were closed peacefully, like those of someone who had drifted into an eternal slumber. My eyes roamed his face, desperately searching for traces of myself in him—the shape of his nose, the line of his jaw, the faint furrow of his brows. But it was hard to notice all that with him lying lifeless before me. It was hard to accept but the truth was undeniable, the reality crashing down on me like a ton of bricks—he will never open his eyes, he will never see what I looked like in person, I will never hear his voice and I will never know the kind of man he was.He looked smaller than I imagined, his body shrunken from old age, sickness, and death. Though dressed in extravagant robes of deep crimson and gold, the garb of a king, his skin did nothing to add to the sheen. It was ghostly pale with age lines, and his

CHAPTER 85ADRIANNA’S POVThe next morning, after preparing for the day, I went in search of Eric. I promised to come find him first thing the next morning and spend the whole day with him. And I was going to do just that. But when I reached his chambers, the door was open. Eric was nowhere in sight, only two maids moving quietly about as they tidied the room. My brows drew together as a slow frown crept across my face, the small spark of excitement I’d carried with me dimming in an instant. Where could he have gone so early… without waiting for me, without even sending a word? It was so unlike him.“Goodmorning…” I tried to steady the tremor in my voice, “please, where is His Highness?” I stood at the doorway, bracing myself for their answer.They glanced up at me before switching glances, their eyes flickering in confusion. But one of them, the one with a messy bun and freckles on the pale skin of her face answered, “he has a meeting with the Queen at the lounge.”“Oh..” The moment

CHAPTER 87 REGINA’S POV “Protect me?…” Those two words seemed to trigger a strong reaction in him. He scoffed in disbelief, staring down at me. “I was abandoned for a solid thirty years, and the only time you two bothered to look for me and miraculously find me was when the king was ailing and in need of someone to take over from him,” he leaned forward and pinned me with a fearless, challenging glare — but deep inside, I knew he was hurting badly. “That isn’t protecting, Mother, it’s convenience. A selfish move to save your kingdom, not your son.” “No…” I voiced, pulling forward. I almost slipped from my seat as I pleaded. “That’s not true… please… listen to me… give me a chance to explain…” He leaned back against his seat and turned his face away, sulking. His jaw was tight, and his brows were knitted in quiet anger. “The ball is in your court,” he turned to me coldly, his face devoid of emotions. “You’d better choose your words carefully, because whatever you say

CHAPTER 89REGINA’S POV“I'd rather not talk about it,” Eric said quietly, looking away. That one question had ruined his entire mood. His expression was grim and exasperated, like one holding onto a dark grudge he couldn’t accomplish or let die. This was enough to tell me he also dreaded her role in that castle as much as I did. If he did, then why was he still with her? Why did he have to bring her along to my castle? “Why?” I leaned forward as I asked, reaching out across the table to gently press the ball of his knee in an attempt to make him open up. “Did something bad happen? I’m your mother Eric… Even though we haven’t known each other for longer than 24 hours, you can still tell me anything…”“No, mum…” his tone was becoming irritable. “Nothing happened. I just don’t want to talk about it.”“Fine,” my lips curled to a faint smile and I backed off but inside I was burning with unrestrained fury and the sting of being shut out.After that, the silence that followed was heavy a