Semua Bab ALPHA KING'S BRIDE: THE POWER OF HIS LUNA : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Somewhere far on the outskirts of the city, in a very bright, giant room, a man dressed in a long black cloak stood tall. His back faced the group of wolves who were kneeling before him, their heads bowed low to the ground. He didn’t even glance their way. One of the wolves, his voice shaking, spoke up. "Please, my Lord... give us one more chance. We promise not to fail this time. Our last attack was almost a success. But something strange happened... it was the King's bride.. "Yes, my Lord," the wolf continued. "The poisoned arrows we shot... they stopped in the air before hitting her. I saw her eyes. There was something powerful, something unnatural in them." The man in the cloak began pacing slowly. His hands were behind his back, fingers clenched. The sound of his boots echoed across the room. He stopped and looked at another wolf. "And you? What do you think?" he asked him sharply. The second wolf cleared his throat. "My Lord, I think we should try to capture the King's brid

KING RYKERR & AYLA The King moved slowly, positioning himself right at her center. He leaned on one elbow while his other hand stroked his hard, thick length. The tip of him was already red and dripping. Gently, he rubbed it along her wet, slippery entrance. He was careful, teasing her softly. Each time he touched her there, her body arched up, silently begging him for more. Ayla was losing control. Her body wanted him badly. She needed him inside her. Now. But King Rykerr was taking his time. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t just teasing her for fun, he knew he was too big for her. He didn’t want to hurt her, so he kept rubbing himself along her soaked folds, gathering more of her wetness to make it easier when the time finally came. “Please… I need you. Please,” Ayla begged, tears in her eyes. Her voice was desperate, trembling. He let out a soft chuckle. His eyes, full of hunger, still held a softness only for her. “Relax, my dear,” he whispered in a deep voice,

KING RYKERR AND AYLA The morning sun slowly rose above the mountains, and it gently slipped through the windows of the King's royal chamber, resting on the large bed where King Rykerr and Ayla lay. The King was already awake. He had been lying beside her for a while, but he hadn't moved. He just stared. His eyes locked on Ayla's peaceful face. She was still sleeping, curled gently on her side, her golden hair spread across the pillows like strands of sunlight. Her breathing was soft and steady. Her skin glowed. He had always known she was beautiful, but watching her so close, he realized something else. She was breathtaking. He slowly lifted himself onto one elbow, being careful not to wake her. His heart was beating slowly but heavily. He didn’t want to look away from her face. Her long lashes rested on her cheeks. Her lips were slightly parted, soft and pink. He had kissed those lips. He had heard her moan his name. And now… now he couldn’t believe how deeply she was inside h

KING RYKERR AND AYLA The scent of cedar and pine filled Ayla’s nose. It smelled so good. Her wolf, Maya, purred happily inside her. Suddenly, the room filled with gasps. “Ryk... you’re my mate?” Ayla asked, her eyes wide in shock. She couldn’t believe it. The Moon Goddess had finally blessed them and had tied them together through the sacred mate bond. King Rykerr looked at her with tears in his eyes. “I don’t deserve a second chance,” he said quietly. “You’re too pure... too kind. Someone like me doesn’t deserve someone like you. But still... I’ve been given this blessing.” He looked happy, but there was sadness in his voice. He had lived many years thinking he would never find love again. But now, the Moon Goddess had proved him wrong. Then Ayla’s scent hit him, a soft mix of citrus and hazelnut. It drove him wild. It was sweet and warm, and it pulled him toward her like magic. He still couldn’t believe it. How could he find his mate like this, in such a moment and place?

“Stay away from my mate,” King Rykerr growled, his deep voice, vibrating in the small clinic room like a storm. His grey eyes burned with anger as he glared at Prince Raban. Ayla, who had been gently checking Raban’s pulse, froze. Her soft fingers stayed on the Prince’s wrist for a heartbeat longer before she quickly pulled her hand away. Her eyes widened in shock at the King’s sudden anger. Prince Raban jumped up from the bed as if he had been burned, and raised both palms in the air. He forced a light smile on his lips. “Brother, what are you saying?” he said, trying to laugh it off. “I only came here to get treated by the best healer in the whole palace. You shouldn’t react like this.” But the King’s growl only got deeper. The sound rumbled in his chest like thunder. His sharp eyes stayed fixed on his younger brother. Ayla felt the change in atmosphere. She could feel the King’s power like heat. It made her chest tighten and her heart beat faster. Ayla reached for the table beh