All Chapters of The alpha king's slave mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Kael's pov.I don’t know how long it has been. Days? Weeks? Months?Time doesn’t exist here, only the torment of the shadows and the loud heavy sound of my own breath. At some point, Draken had lit the torches along the walls, their flickering flames casting a steady glow over the blood-stained stones. I didn’t know whether it was mercy or cruelty; the darkness had once been suffocating, but at least it hid the look of madness on my face. Now, under the torches, there was nowhere to hide.But I’d changed. I could feel it in my bones. The shadows that once squeezed the life from my lungs I had endured them. The visions that once tore apart my mind, I resisted them. They still came, oh, they came, but I no longer screamed. No longer whithered in pain. I simply… endured.Draken lounged nearby, half-shadow, half-man, as usual if boredom had once again taken over him and I no longer brought him entertainment. He twirled a lollipop lazily between his fingers, watching me with those bottomle

Lyra’s povThe air around the pond shimmered with sunlight, the water catching every ray and reflected it back in dazzling fragments, like scattered jewels across its glassy surface. I had never seen anything quite so beautiful, not in all my months of wandering around the kingdom, not even in Shadowfang’s deepest groves.Months… it's funny how time pass when you have a lot of things going on that you fail to pause and appreciate the good things around you. The past couple of months were just a blurr in my head.I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and accepting the stillness and beauty before me.But the truth was, none of it compared to the man sitting across from me.Ronan.The thought of his name alone made something flutter wildly in my chest. He was stretched back casually on the blanket, the sleeves of his dark shirt rolled up to his elbows, exposing those forearms I pretended not to stare at. His grey eyes caught the glint of daylight, making them glow silver like the moon,

Lyra's povThe run back to the castle felt longer than it should have. Maybe it was because my thoughts wouldn’t stop tumbling over each other, a messy storm of fear, relief, dread, and the ever-present shadow of Kael’s name. By the time Ronan and I crossed through the gates, my chest felt tight enough to suffocate me. Garrick was waiting for us in the great hall, his expression unreadable, his arms folded behind his back as if he’d been expecting news but hoping it wasn’t the kind I brought.“What happened?” he asked the moment we stepped inside. His eyes flicked between Ronan’s rigid stance and my pale face, and I saw the way his jaw ticked before he even got his answer.I swallowed, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “It’s Kael,” I whispered. “The bond—it’s gone. It was severed. Ember told me he’s been corrupted by the Dark God. He’s… he’s planning something with him. Something that will let him cross the Forbidden Forest.”Garrick’s lips pressed into a flat line, his eyes narrowing

Lyra's povThe morning after felt different.Not just because of the mark on my neck, though it still pulsed faintly with warmth that reminded me constantly of Ronan, but because of the peace I was having.It felt nice to wake up without dread being on my mind the first thing in the morning.It was all because of him. Ronan. My mate officially.Ronan’s arms were wrapped firmly around me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath warm against the crook of my neck. I could feel the steady beat of his heart where my palm rested over it. It was a slow and calm rhythm I realized I wanted to memorize for the rest of my life.I turned slightly, just enough to look at him. His dark hair was messy, his lips slightly parted as he slept. He looked younger like this, free of the burdens of being Alpha, free of the weight of responsibility. Just a man, my mate.The thought made my chest ache in the best way. The mark tingled as if it agreed.When his eyes fluttered open, already golden with Al

Lyra's povThe next day…The castle felt different that morning. Tense. The air hummed like a bowstring pulled taut, ready to snap at the faintest touch. Everyone moved with tense urgency—servants polishing the floors twice over, wolves straightening their armor and fussing over the banners that hung across the hall. It wasn’t because of a battle, or a threat pressing at our borders. It was because of one man.The Emissary.Even his title sounded too serious like it was a blade, like it could cut if you said it wrong.Ronan hadn’t slept much last night. He thought I hadn’t noticed, but I felt him shift beside me, restless, his body thrumming with restrained nerves. When I’d whispered to him, asked why he didn’t just announce me to the pack first, he had simply growled, “Not until this is done.”Now I understood why.The sound of hooves outside the gates carried into the great hall. The guards straightened in unison, their armor clinking softly. I was standing at Ronan’s side at the fr