Semua Bab The Alpha King's Forbidden Mate: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The moonlight filtered through the shattered stained-glass window, splashing shards of violet and blue across the dusty floor of the East Wing. The castle felt eerily quiet, like it was holding its breath—waiting, watching.Serena pushed open the creaking double doors of the old library, her pulse thrumming like a war drum beneath her skin. Her fingers were trembling, but not from fear. From knowing—deep in her bones—that tonight, the truth would come to light.Elias trailed just behind her, his hand resting instinctively near the hilt of the dagger strapped to his thigh. His golden eyes scanned the space, ever alert, ever protective. “This wing was sealed for a reason,” he murmured.She didn’t turn to face him. “And that reason has something to do with me.”Bookshelves stretched like tall sentinels into the dark, their spines cracked and worn, their stories buried under decades of dust and silence. She could feel the pull in her blood—the quiet whisper of magic that led her here.Eli

The late afternoon sun bathed the training grounds in a golden hue, casting long shadows that danced across the clearing. Serena stood on the outskirts, her arms crossed tightly, trying to hold herself together. The air was thick with the scent of pine, earth, and sweat—but the only thing clouding her senses was the sight of Elias in motion.He moved like the warrior he was—fluid, precise, and powerful. Each strike, each dodge, was poetry in motion, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Watching him was both familiar and foreign. Since everything had changed between them—since the return of Theron, since the confession of her feelings—there was a distance between them that felt unbearable.When Elias dismissed the warriors and turned to her, there was something unreadable in his eyes. Not cold… but careful.“You’ve been watching me for twenty minutes,” he said, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his neck. “You planning to say something or just admire the view?”Serena offered a ti

The forest was hushed as Serena made her way back to the temporary camp alone. She needed the space, the stillness. Every crack of a twig beneath her boots sounded like thunder. Every rustle of leaves whispered the same impossible truth: she was tethered to two men by fate—and breaking at the seams because of it. Her wolf stirred, restless. Two mates. One heart. A choice the moon never meant to be this cruel. When she emerged from the thicket, the moonlight bathed her in silver. She tilted her head toward the sky and closed her eyes, searching for answers in the stars. But the cosmos remained silent, and the ache in her chest only deepened. "You're thinking too loud." The voice came from the shadows near the fire. Elias stepped forward, his shirt loose at the collar, eyes tired but steady. Serena smiled faintly. “You heard that?” “I felt it.” He didn’t move closer this time. He just watched her, like he was memorizing the way her lashes caught the light, the way her bro

The forest was silent except for the whisper of the wind threading through the tall pines. Silver moonlight washed over the clearing, casting an ethereal glow that made everything feel suspended in time. Serena stood there, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, trying to steady the wild beat of her heart.Last night’s conversation with Elias had stirred more than memories. It had left her restless, aching in places she hadn’t even realized were empty. His words replayed again and again: “You are loved. By more than one.”Her breath caught.She didn’t want to admit how deeply Elias’s closeness affected her—how his fierce protectiveness and quiet strength called to the vulnerable parts of her. But there was also Theron. His presence was a storm, impossible to ignore. Every time he looked at her, it was as though he saw straight through to the soul she tried to hide.She was torn, not just between them—but between who she used to be, and who the moon kept demanding she become.“You’re

The forest at night was different.It wasn't just the absence of sunlight or the quietness that pressed like velvet against the skin—it was alive in a different way. A pulse beneath the moss, a whisper in the wind, a sense that the trees themselves were watching.Serena stood at the edge of the Obsidian Grove, her breath curling in the cool air as the moonlight bled through thick, black-leaved branches above. Every instinct in her told her to run.But she didn't.Behind her, hidden by enchantments Theron had cast, Elias waited—his bow strung, senses sharp. Theron was somewhere higher up in the trees, watching through shadows, connected to her by a thread of their shared magic and a pact they never spoke aloud.She stepped into the clearing alone, just as the message demanded.The grove was eerily quiet. No birds, no rustle of foxes or rabbits. Just the slow drip of dew from obsidian branches and the scent of old, ancient magic thick in the air.Then came the voice.“I expected you'd c