All Chapters of Too Late, Alpha: The Mate He Never Wanted: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Iris's POVFrom the shock on Zara and Tiffany’s faces, it was clear they hadn’t been expecting to see me here. They looked like they hadn’t expected to see me alive. Eric probably hadn’t told them about our encounter at Rowan’s pack weeks ago.Zara tried to hide her shock, but she couldn’t. Her eyes widened before she schooled her expression into something more neutral. But I had seen the flash of surprise and disbelief that I was standing here.“Well, well,” Zara said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. She looked me up and down, her lip curling slightly. “Iris. What a surprise. I didn’t realize they let just anyone attend the Alpha King’s ball these days.”The insult was clear. She was implying I didn’t belong here, that I wasn’t good enough to be in attendance.Inside, I was shaking. My heart was pounding so hard every instinct screamed at me to run and get away from these people who had caused me so much pain.But outside, I remained calm and steady. I lifted my chin slightl

Iris’s POVThe Alpha King was tall, probably in his sixties but thanks to his powerful werewolf gene, he still looked very strong and commanding.His hair was silver, his face had some wrinkles due to his age, but his blue eyes were sharp and alert. He wore deep purple and gold formal robes, and a crown sat on his head.The power radiating from him was incredible. I could feel it even from across the room. This was someone who had ruled for over fifty years, someone who commanded respect from every Alpha.Everyone in the room stood immediately, bowing their heads in respect.The King walked slowly down the aisle between the tables, his eyes scanning the crowd. A kind smile was on his face as he nodded to various Alphas and Lunas.When his eyes landed on our table, he paused. He looked at Rowan, then at me, and his smile widened slightly.The King’s steps slowed as he approached our table.“Alpha Rowan,” he greeted, his deep voice carrying warmth and respect.Rowan bowed his head slight

Iris's POV I took his arm, and we began dancing. The music had shifted to another slow song, and the King was surprisingly graceful for someone his age.“You may call me Silas,” the King said as we danced. “At least in private conversation. All this ‘Your Majesty’ business gets tiring after a while.”I couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, Silas.”“Much better,” Silas said with a grin. “Now, tell me, how are you finding the ball so far? I heard there was some excitement earlier.”I tensed slightly, but Silas’s expression was kind and non-judgmental.“It’s been... eventful,” I said carefully.“That’s one way to put it,” Silas chuckled. “I heard about the confrontation outside the ceremony hall. Between you and Alpha Eric’s mate.”“News travels fast,” I muttered.“Always does at these events,” Silas replied. “But let me know if they become a nuisance, I’ll be more than happy to kick them out. You don’t need the extra stress in your current condition.”His words were so kind, and understand

Iris’s POV“So,” Vivian said casually, “how far along are you?”“About four months,” I replied.“And let me guess,” Vivian continued, “your ex is pissed that you moved on so quickly and found someone better?”“Something like that,” I admitted.“Men are so predictable,” Vivian said with a laugh. “They don’t want you, but they don’t want anyone else to have you either.”“That’s nothing new.” Jasmine drawled dryly. “Stop trying to sound like you’re giving some sort of wise saying.”Vivian bit back. “I’m not trying to sound wise, I am wise. Unlike you.”I sighed and glanced between them. “You two are going to kill each other before the tour’s over.”“Don’t worry,” Vivian said without looking away from Jasmine. “If I wanted her dead, she’d already be buried.”“Charming,” Jasmine muttered.I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Is this how you make friends?”“Sometimes,” Vivian said with a shrug. “Depends on the person.”Shane chuckled from behind us. “This is entertaining.”“Glad we could provid

Iris’s POVAs we danced to a faster song, I pressed myself closer to Rowan. It was not in the sweet, innocent way I had been dancing before. This was deliberate and provocative.My body moved against his in a way that was seductive.Rowan noticed immediately, and his eyes darkened. “Iris,” he said, his voice low and warning. “What are you doing?”“Dancing,” I replied innocently, though the way I was moving against him was anything but innocent.“That’s not dancing,” Rowan growled. “That’s—”I cut him off by grinding my hips against him, feeling the immediate effect I was having on him.Rowan’s grip on my waist tightened almost painfully. “Iris,” he warned again, his voice strained. “You need to stop.”“Why?” I asked, looking up at him through my lashes. “Don’t you like it?”“You know damn well I like it,” Rowan gritted out. “That’s the problem.”I smiled, feeling powerful at the desire coursing through him, at the way his body was responding to mine, the way his eyes were glowing gold