All Chapters of ALPHA KING'S BRIDE: THE POWER OF HIS LUNA : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AYLA The sky had already turned a dusky shade of blue. It was already getting dark. The wind from the sea whispered through the trees, and was making soft rustling sounds. Ayla stood at the doorway of her new home, the small castle given to her by the King. She didn’t expect any visitors, not at this hour, not today. “Beta Garrett?” Elder Zhou’s voice carried confusion and a hint of suspicion. He had just seen the sickly Beta walk out from Ayla’s house. The elder walked forward with stiff steps and an unreadable expression. “What are you doing here?” he asked sharply. His eyes shifted between Garrett and Ayla. “And… with the King’s bride?” Ayla felt her heart skip a beat. Her brows pulled together in confusion. She wasn’t expecting Elder Zhou, and she wasn’t prepared for the tone he brought. His eyes held questions, maybe even judgment. Why had he come? Why now? She quickly stepped in before things got worse. “Elder Zhou,” she said in a soft but clear voice. “What a surprise. I

AYLA "How?" Ayla asked herself silently, turning around slowly to face the King. Her lips parted, she was ready to speak, but before any words could come out of her mouth, another voice interrupted the silence. "Your Majesty, I think you should rest now," Ulric said quickly. “Oh, thank Goddess.” Ayla let out a quiet sigh of relief. She was thankful for Ulric's interruption. The tension in the room was high, and she wasn't ready to answer the King's question just yet. Warfox, the King's head guard, stepped forward and gently held the King's arm. With slow, careful steps, he guided the King upstairs to his room. Ayla stood still, watching them disappear. She wasn’t hiding anything. But after what she heard Elder Zhou tell Garrett…that he must explain his intentions clearly to avoid any misunderstanding. Ayla feared the King might misjudge Garrett's visit. And Garrett didn’t deserve any more trouble. Ayla walked toward the room she had prepared earlier for the King. It was a large

The Weight of Regret ALPHA DAIRO Alpha Dairo sat quietly in his armchair by the tall glass window in his room. The sunlight touched his face, but he didn’t feel its warmth. His eyes were far away, clouded with thoughts. Heavy thoughts. Thoughts about Ayla. His chest tightened. His daughter. His sweet little girl. He hadn’t seen her since she left for Sea Moon. He didn’t know how she was doing. He didn't even know if she was eating well. That unknown tormented him. Guilt swelled in his chest like a bitter wave. "I was wrong," he whispered to himself. "I was so wrong." He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. If he could turn back time, he would have never made that decision. Never would he have agreed to that marriage arrangement. He thought he was doing the right thing, saving the pack, ensuring its future. The proposal had come with promises, with gold, with protection. He had looked at Ayla, young, untouched, obedient. He had convinced himself she was strong enough. That she c

Ayla stood frozen as the King looked at her, his face calm but his eyes filled with something deeper, anger, confusion, protectiveness. His voice was quiet when he asked, "How did you know him? How did you meet him?" His soft tone didn’t match the fire in his eyes. Ayla's heart raced. She could feel the pressure building in her chest. He was only calm for her sake, she could tell. She swallowed hard, her voice shaking as she replied, "I was at the beach yesterday, right after we arrived. He walked up to me. We talked. He introduced himself as Garrett. He looked very sick, and I could feel that he wasn’t dangerous. So, I promised to help him." The King didn’t respond immediately. He just stood there, watching her. The silence stretched too long. Ayla stepped closer, slowly, until she was standing right in front of him. She reached out and gently held his hands. Her golden eyes met his stormy grey ones. "Please," she said softly. "Let me help him. I know I can heal him." He didn’t

AYLA Ayla froze in place. Her heart beat fast. Her mind raced with confusion. She couldn’t believe what the King had said to her. She replayed his words again in her head. "Did he really mean that?" she whispered to herself. "But he promised he wouldn’t touch me until I’m ready..." Inside her mind, Maya, the other voice in her head, spoke clearly. "It is time, Ayla." Ayla frowned. "Speak for yourself. I’m not ready for this." "But you are," Maya insisted. "Have you forgotten that you are me? I know what we felt, what we wanted. Stop torturing yourself. Stop torturing us." Ayla tried to block her out, but Maya giggled in her head. The sound was annoying and made Ayla more anxious. She began to pace the room, talking to herself. "I should talk to him about this..." "Don’t do anything stupid and spoil things again," Maya said. "I thought I blocked you out," Ayla muttered, frustrated. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. But then, she heard noise outside the room. A