All Chapters of The alpha king's slave mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lyra's povI wasn’t sure what I expected when Garrick said he’d show me “a bit of fun.” But sneaking through castle hallways in the dead of night like two unruly pups on the run? Definitely not that.“Shh!” I whisper-shrieked, trying—and failing—not to laugh as he tiptoed dramatically across the hallway, barefoot, holding a stolen key like it was a sacred artifact.“Relax,” Garrick whispered over his shoulder, grinning like a little boy. “No one’s going to catch us.”“That’s exactly what someone who’s about to get caught says.”“I’ve done this before.”“Oh, that’s comforting,” I deadpanned, walking lightly behind him. “You’re a professional criminal. Should I be concerned?”He shot me a cheeky smile. “Only if you’re planning on ratting me out, mouse.”I rolled my eyes at the nickname but couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. It had been such a long, miserable day—yet somehow, right now, with the moonlight casting silver streaks across the floors and Garrick leading me into “forb

Lyra’s povThe air shifted.A tingle rippled down my spine, like lightning crawling under my skin. I didn’t need to look up to know he was there.The King.Ronan’s presence filled the room like a storm. Thick. Wild. Dangerous.I turned slowly, heart lurching as our eyes met. His gaze flared—dark, burning, furious. My body stiffened, muscles going rigid, instinct telling me to run even though I was rooted to the spot.He didn’t speak at first. Just stood in the doorway, jaw clenched, fists at his sides, eyes locked on me with a ferocity that made my breath catch.Then, in a voice like gravel and ice, he asked—no, demanded, “What are you doing here?”His eyes never left me.Garrick, bless him, stepped forward, calm and casual like the king hadn’t just radiated death into the room.“We were just—uh—hungry,” Garrick said. “Came to grab a bite. Thought we’d keep each other company.”Ronan’s expression didn’t shift. Didn’t soften.If anything, it darkened.His stare was searing, branding my

Ronan's povThe moment Lyra slipped out of the room, it was like all the warmth left from it.Silence filled the air. Heavy and duffocating.I stared at the blood trailing down the side of the cabinet. My hands still trembled slightly from the sudden loss of control. Her blood… her blood was on my hands.And yet I had done nothing to stop it.I didn’t move. Couldn’t.I could still hear her breath hitching in my ears. The haunted way she wouldn’t look at me. The words she said as she bowed to me, broken and ashamed: “I will learn my place.”My wolf, Alaric, pranced under my skin, restless, agitated. But not with her—with me.“You really screwed that one up, didn’t you?” Garrick’s voice broke through the quiet, rough and full of heat.I looked at him slowly. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, lips curled in disgust.“What were you thinking?” he demanded.“She had no business—”“No,” he cut in, stepping forward. “You don’t get to pull the King card right now. Not after that. Yo

Lyra’s pov The cold air bit into my skin as I sat by the stream, knees tucked to my chest, the silence around me pulsing with the feel of something like… magic? I hadn't meant to fall asleep but exhaustion had crept on me before I knew it.And then there was the dream.No… not a dream. A vision?I didn’t know.But I remembered the way it felt— the weightless, eternal. The silver woman, covered in moonlight, her voice like a song I’d forgotten but had always known.“Awaken,” she had whispered, brushing her fingers across my cheek like a mother bidding her child goodbye.I didn't understand her words. Not fully. But I knew something important had happened. Was happening.And I couldn’t tell anyone. Not yet. Not when I barely understood it myself.When I jerked awake, it was Garrick who found me.He came out of the trees like a he had been looking for me, his face creased in worry, calling my name trying to pull me out of my panic. He didn’t ask questions—at least, not right away. He si

Lyra’s povThe last thing I wanted was attention. Not from the other servants, not from the warriors, and definitely not from the king.So, I vanished.Or tried to.Every morning, I woke up before the others, dragging myself from the hard stone floor of the servant quarters and disappearing into whatever task I could find. I’d clean the halls that didn’t need cleaning, scrub armor racks that hadn’t seen use in years. Anything that gave me an excuse to stay far, far away from the throne room, the war rooms, the east wing.Anywhere he might be.I avoided Garrick too, no matter how kind his eyes or soft his voice. The moment his tall figure appeared around a corner or his scent touched the air, I slipped through a door or ducked behind crates. One time I hid in a broom closet for nearly half an hour until I was sure he’d gone.Pathetic? Maybe.Necessary? Absolutely.My heart couldn’t take it. Not after that night in the forest. Not after that dream. That vision. It still haunted me even