Semua Bab ALPHA KING'S BRIDE: THE POWER OF HIS LUNA : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Debbie’s voice was soft but steady. “And like I said, I love someone else now. I have nothing against you, but I can’t accept this bond. I hope you understand.” She spoke with honesty. She was not afraid of Prince Raban, but she knew what rejection felt like. She knew the pain of it, and she did not want to cause him more hurt than necessary. But Prince Raban was not ready to let go. He stepped closer and pressed his body against hers, pinning her firmly against the wall. She could feel his strength. He held her in such a way that she could not move. His eyes burned with something powerful and dangerous. Something that was not going to let her walk away so easily. He had been taken over by the mate bond. It filled every part of him. All he could think about was having her, keeping her, never letting her belong to anyone else. He knew that the man she loved was his own brother, Prince Ulric. This was not like before. This time, he was not touching his brother’s mate by mistake. T

The next morning, the air in the hunting forest was filled with excitement. This was the day everyone had been waiting for—the final round of the contest. The large forest clearing buzzed with activity. The Elders of the Shadow Claws stood in a small group, speaking quietly among themselves. Guests wandered around, chatting and laughing. Some sat on wooden benches, enjoying the warm sun. Everyone was in a cheerful mood, yet there was one thing missing—the King had not yet arrived. Prince Ulric stood quietly beside Debbie. They didn’t speak much, but their silence was not awkward. There was a calmness between them, a silent understanding. Even without words, the feeling of love and closeness was there, like an invisible thread connecting them. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the clearing. Guards stepped forward and announced loudly, “The King approaches!” At once, everyone straightened their backs. Those who had been sitting stood up immediately, their eyes turning

Days turned into weeks. Weeks slowly rolled into a month, and there was still no trace of Ayla. The entire kingdom mourned her as if she were dead, even though her body had never been found. Songs of sorrow echoed in the villages, and the people whispered of how their young queen had vanished without a sign. But deep in his heart, King Rykerr refused to believe it. He still felt her heartbeat through the bond. He knew she was alive, even if trapped somewhere beyond his reach. His wolf whispered the same thing to him every nigh that she's alive. Ayla’s father, Alpha Dairo, was broken beyond words. He had lost his youngest daughter, the one who had brought laughter and peace into his home. His Pack mourned with him, for Ayla was loved not just as a daughter but as a shining light. Not everyone mourned honestly. Selene was secretly pleased. To her, Ayla’s disappearance was an open door. She saw it as her chance to win the King’s heart and perhaps even his bed. Princess Sheila thought

Ulric saw her nervousness. He stepped forward, his hand cupping her cheek gently. “Don’t be afraid,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you.” Debbie nodded, her eyes locked on his. Her heart was ready. Her soul was ready. She wanted to belong to him, completely. Debbie’s breath hitched when his lips touched hers again. It was softer this time, almost reverent. He kissed her as if she were something fragile and precious, something to be worshipped. His hand slid slowly from her cheek to her throat, his thumb brushing against the rapid beat of her pulse. “You’re mine now, Debbie,” he whispered against her lips, his voice low and rough, full of hunger. “And tonight, I’ll make sure you never forget it.” His words made her feel things she never felt before. She melted into him, letting his mouth guide hers, letting his tongue taste her slowly before deepening the kiss. His hand slid down, cupping her waist, pulling her tighter against the hard wall of his chest. Every of his touches wa

King Rykerr’s Wrath The King’s black wolf ran ahead, his paws hitting the earth like thunder. His fur shone under the moonlight as he pushed himself harder and harder, following the faint scent of his queen. Behind him, Elder Zhou, in his pure brown wolf form, kept close, his old but strong muscles straining with each leap. Gareth, in his black and white wolf body, matched their speed, his sharp eyes always scanning the dark forest. The three of them were silent, but their minds were connected. Their thoughts flowed into each other like a stream. We are close… keep moving… protect the King… find the Queen. Their breaths came heavy, but their legs only grew stronger as they stretched further. Each step carried the weight of desperation. Each heartbeat echoed the name that lived inside their souls. “Ayla.” ******** Far away, in a cave hidden under the shadows of mountains, Mecah paced back and forth. Her long black hair whipped behind her as her anger burned hotter than the fla