All Chapters of The alpha king's slave mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lyra's povThe darkness melted into light. Soft, silver light, like moonbeams spilling through endless clouds. I blinked, disoriented, before the warmth of arms wrapped around me pulled me from my confusion.“Lyra,” a voice whispered against my hair, trembling with emotion. “My child… thank you.”The Moon Goddess.Before I could react, she crushed me to her chest. Her embrace was fierce, protective, and filled with a sorrow so heavy it nearly brought me to tears. I froze for only a second before my arms lifted on instinct, hugging her back. The fabric of her gown was cool beneath my fingers, but her presence radiated heat, like the very heart of the night sky.“Thank you for saving Garrick,” she murmured, her voice thick. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”I swallowed hard, pulling back just enough to search her face. Her silver eyes glistened like liquid starlight, but beneath their glow, I saw something else. A shadow.“Did you get into trouble?” I asked softly, my hand still clin

Lyra's povThe forest was quiet at first but it still felt like iw as being watched. I didn't mind because the forest was a living thing.I moved from tree to tree, pressing my pendant against the bark and carving the runes just as the Moon Goddess had shown me in my dream. The blade of light shimmered faintly each time it touched the surface, leaving behind intricate lines that glowed silver for a moment before sinking into the wood.The air was thick with dampness, the scent of moss and soil clinging to my lungs. My magic pulsed in rhythm with the earth beneath me—steady, grounding. It was… peaceful, in a strange way.Until I heard it.A whisper.At first, I thought it was just the wind flowing through the branches, a soft rustle too faint to notice. I ignored it, focusing on the rune before me. But then—“Help me…”I froze, my hand still pressed to the bark.I looked around. Nothing but trees and shadows. The forest was still again. My heartbeat slowed, and I let out a shaky laugh.

Lyra's povBy the time Garrick and I made it back to the castle, I was half dragging him through the hallway, laughing breathlessly as the scent of something sweet hit my nose. Raspberry—just as he’d said.The kitchen was quiet except for the faint crackle of the hearth and the warm, buttery smell that wrapped around me like a hug. The long dining table was set, candles flickering low, and there in the middle sat the cake — a soft pink swirl of frosting, fresh berries glistening like jewels on top.“Oh, goddess,” I breathed, my eyes widening. “It’s beautiful.”Garrick puffed his chest out with pride. “Told you I could bake. Don’t act so shocked.”I gave him a teasing grin. “I’m shocked because I heard that the last time you tried to cook, the kitchen nearly caught on fire.”Ronan had told me this.“That was one time,” he groaned. “And technically it was Ronan’s fault. He startled me.”I laughed, shaking my head as I sat down. My stomach grumbled again, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten

Kael’s POV No. I couldn't let this happen. How dare he? But I had to be smart because I was in his territory and he could do as he wished but I still couldn't just keep shut. What's this newfound obsession for goddess sake? Fuck you Draken. The blood circle that bound us shimmered faintly under the glow of the runes, whispering in a language that only Draken seemed to understand. I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs, half from anger, half from something I couldn’t quite name. “Leave her out of this,” I said, my voice steady but low, my hands curling into fists. Draken’s eyes flicked toward me slowly, deliberately testing my patience, full of amusement. The lollipop between his fingers clicked against his teeth before he spoke, his tone dripping with mockery. “Leave her out of this? You really don’t understand how this works, do you, boy?” I bristled. “You promised to help me get her back. That was the deal. You’d have your freedom and power, and I’d have Lyra.” He

Ronan's povThe walk to the open field was quiet. Lyra didn’t press me for answers, she never did when I got that tone in my voice. The grass brushed our ankles as we stepped into the clearing, the castle’s white towers glimmering faintly in the distance. The air here always felt… freer, like even the wind refused to acknowledge all the sins of the world.Or maybe it was just Lyra's presence next to me. She was everything that I didn't know I needed and I would forever be grateful to the mom goddess for sending her my way and not allowing me to almost lose her with my stupidity.I sank down onto the grass, stretching my legs and staring at the horizon. “This,” I began softly, “is where Aldric first brought me after he found me. I used to sit here for hours and just… breathe. Trying to convince myself that I wasn’t still running.”Lyra sat beside me, pulling her knees to her chest. “What happened, Ronan?” she asked gently.I let out a shaky breath. “My father — King Julian — he was nev