Semua Bab ALPHA KING'S BRIDE: THE POWER OF HIS LUNA : Bab 21 - Bab 30

The King's eyes suddenly darkened. Ayla didn't think. She moved on instinct, her body acting before her mind caught up. She threw herself into his arms, wrapped her hands tightly around his neck, and kissed him. Yes, she kissed him. The King was shocked. Completely frozen at first. His eyes widened. No, he had never kissed anyone like that before, not mouth to mouth. Not with such warmth and fire. This was his first real kiss. His heart thudded hard in his chest. It took him a second to realize what was happening, and when he did, something inside him snapped loose. He groaned softly and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Then he deepened the kiss. His lips took control. He was not gentle anymore, he kissed her like she belonged to him. Her soft lips. Her sweet breath. The taste of her. His mouth devoured hers. He sucked on her lips, exploring every part, learning the shape of her mouth. Her tongue touched his, and he nearly lost control. Her breath came in soft

AYLA Ayla stayed hidden behind the large pillar, her body was completely still. Her breathing was slow and quiet as she listened carefully. She could hear them whispering, the two maids talking softly to the man in the black cloak. The man’s face was hidden, and Ayla could not see who he was. He didn’t belong in the palace. She had never seen him before. Then, the man turned around and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the night. Ayla watched him until he was gone. Her heart beat faster in her chest. "He doesn't live in this palace," she thought. "He came from outside. But why? What is he doing here so late at night?" She stayed in her hiding spot as the two maids quietly placed the King’s tonic jars back where they belonged. They didn’t talk much now. They just finished what they were doing and left the pantry. Ayla followed them from a distance. She was careful not to make a sound. She moved like a shadow in the halls. Then she saw them enter the maids’ quarters. N

The Moment She Chose to Fight Ayla stood in the King's bedroom. Her eyes were full of fire and determination. The Elders were shocked. They had never seen a woman like her before. She was ready to do anything, anything, to save the King. “She’s mad... completely mad,” one of the Elders whispered with wide eyes. Ayla didn’t hear them. Or maybe she didn’t want to. Her focus was on the king. She looked at the King, who was unconscious and lying on the bed like a lifeless doll. His lips were dry, and his skin was cold. His chest moved slowly, like each breath was a struggle. “Hold him up for me,” she said quietly, but firmly. Elder Zhou, still unsure about her, nevertheless, he obeyed. He slid his arm around the King’s back and pulled him into a sitting position. Ayla knelt in front of the King. Her hands shook a little, but her heart was strong. Please live, she begged silently. Please don’t die. She held the King’s jaw firmly with one hand. Then, with the other, she gently open

KING RYKERR King Rykerr sat weakly on the bed. His body still felt heavy, and his head was pounding with so many thoughts. Lyra sat beside him with a bowl of soup. She gently raised the spoon to his lips. He took one sip, then another. But soon, he shook his head and pushed the spoon away. "You should leave now," he said softly. "I am fine. You don’t need to do all this." Lyra looked down, trying to hide her disappointment. She wanted to make him feel better. She thought that maybe if she cared for him, he would stop thinking about Ayla. But it was not working. She could see it in his eyes, his heart was somewhere else. He remembered the beautiful golden tray she used. The golden spoon she fed him with. He remembered the warm soups she made with care. The bitter but healing herbal tonics she prepared. He remembered how she sat beside him, gently explaining what each herb would do. How he got better because of her. Her soft touch, her soft voice. Everything about her came flooding

KING RYKERR King Rykerr sat up in bed, his body still weak but his mind was sharp. It had been a long time since he had seen the man before him, the one person he once trusted more than anyone else. "Ulric," the King whispered, his voice low but full of emotion. His fingers twitched, wishing he could get up and hug his brother, but his strength hadn't fully returned. Ulric, tall and rugged, stood at the door. His eyes instantly welled with tears as he rushed to his half-brother. He dropped to one knee beside the bed and hugged the King tightly. "Your Majesty," Ulric said, holding onto him. He buried his face into the King's shoulder and breathed in his scent, like a child reunited with a long-lost parent. Then he pulled back, his hands still resting on the King's arm. "I'm so sorry I left. I didn't know what happened to you. I came as fast as I could immediately I heard," Ulric said with regret in his voice. The King gave him a weak smile. "It’s alright. I’m just so happy to se