All Chapters of The Alpha King's Forbidden Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The morning after the council meeting, the palace felt heavier than usual. The golden rays of dawn streamed through the tall windows of Serena’s chambers, but they couldn’t push away the storm brewing in her mind. Her dreams had been haunted again—images of fire, war, and Elias turning from her with eyes filled with betrayal.She rose from bed, every muscle tense, her wolf restless beneath her skin. Serena had thought that claiming her place beside Elias would grant her peace. Instead, it unearthed more secrets. More danger. More uncertainty.She moved to the balcony, where a breeze ruffled her hair. Below, the training grounds buzzed with activity. Warriors sparred, instructors shouted commands—but her eyes locked on one figure.Elias.His bare chest gleamed with sweat as he moved with practiced precision, blade flashing in the sun. Each strike was calculated, powerful, but there was something off. His movements were too aggressive, his expression too grim. He was troubled.“Can’t sl

Chapter 63 – Shadows in the CourtThe moonlight spilled through the stained glass windows of the eastern hall, casting muted red and silver patterns onto the polished floor. Serena stood in the corridor outside the Council chamber, her thoughts churning like a storm. Inside, Elias was arguing with the elders—again.She could hear his voice, sharp with frustration. Words like “loyalty,” “betrayal,” and “destiny” echoed behind the heavy oak door.Theron stood beside her, arms folded, leaning against the cold stone wall. His eyes didn’t leave the door, but Serena could feel his thoughts. He was calculating, always analyzing, like a soldier preparing for war before it had even begun.“You think they’ll turn on him?” Serena asked quietly.Theron’s jaw tightened. “I think some already have.”Serena looked away. “All because of me.”“No.” His voice was firm. “Because they fear what they don’t understand. You just happen to be the symbol of that fear.”She closed her eyes, drawing in a shaky

The deeper Serena and Theron ventured into the temple, the more the air shimmered with magic. The walls of the corridor pulsed faintly with silvery-blue runes, like veins in a living creature. Each step they took echoed with the weight of destiny.Theron held the torch ahead, his blade unsheathed and eyes alert. Serena walked beside him, her fingers still tingling from the surge of energy at the altar. The memory of the vision haunted her — her mother’s face, the goddess’s voice, the taste of blood.They entered a chamber shaped like a dome, the ceiling lost to darkness. Pillars of crystal spiraled upward, glowing faintly. In the center of the room stood a statue — a woman cloaked in flowing robes, her hands extended as though offering something invisible.Serena moved closer.“She looks like…” she trailed off.“Like you,” Theron finished. His voice was low, unreadable.Serena swallowed. The resemblance was uncanny — the statue’s delicate bone structure, the lift of her chin, the mark

The night air was alive with tension.Back at their hidden encampment, Serena sat beside the fire, legs folded beneath her, the ancient book resting on her knees. Shadows danced across her face as flames flickered and cracked. Though the forest around them whispered with wind and unseen creatures, the only thing she truly heard was the echo of Elias’s warning.One week.Theron was pacing a short distance away, arms crossed, every so often glancing at her as though trying to measure how close she was to breaking.She wasn’t sure herself.Her fingers traced the strange glyphs on the book’s cover. For all her training, her battles, and her defiance, nothing had prepared her for this kind of decision. Not the palace. Not her past. Not even Elias.Especially not Elias.Theron finally stopped pacing. “You haven’t said a word in over an hour.”“I’m thinking.”He walked to her and knelt, his gaze searching hers. “You don’t have to carry this alone.”Serena blinked. “But I do. Don’t you see? T

Serena woke before sunrise, the temple bathed in pale blue light. Dew clung to the crumbling stones, and the forest beyond was hushed—as though nature itself held its breath. The remnants of last night’s vision still clung to her like smoke.The silver-eyed woman.The lullaby.The whispered warning: She must never know.She sat up, brushing her fingers through her tangled curls. Theron was nearby, seated on a fallen column, sharpening one of his blades with precise, quiet strokes. His dark hair was damp from morning mist, his gaze alert despite the stillness.“You didn’t sleep,” she said softly.“I did,” he replied, “Just not for long. There’s something about this place that keeps me on edge.”Serena stood, wrapping her cloak around her shoulders. “The vision I had… it’s not just a memory. It’s a message. Someone hid me. Not because they were ashamed—but because they were protecting me from something.”Theron rose and walked over to her, his blade forgotten. “Then we need to find out