All Chapters of One Night With The Mysterious Alpha King : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SeleneThe warm laughter of children echoed through the open courtyard as I crouched beside a little boy who was determined to paint a wolf on the canvas—even though it looked more like a lopsided cat."That's... very fierce," I said with a small grin, and he beamed up at me with missing front teeth.Around me, kids dashed back and forth—some painting, some stacking wooden blocks, and a few just giggling for the sake of it. Maera stood near the vegetable patch, helping two older girls plant tiny sprouts into freshly turned soil. Surprisingly, she looked at ease, even smiling faintly when one of them offered her a crooked little flower crown.I sat cross-legged on the grass, letting a small girl braid my hair while she told me about her dream to be a warrior healer."You'll be amazing," I said softly."I want to help people like you do."That made my throat tighten. I hadn't done much, really. But to her, even just being here meant something.Lunch was served picnic-style under a wide

Tristan "Get out, Kayla."The words tore from my mouth the second I felt her arms wrap around me."Tristan," she purred like I hadn't just barked at her, "Don't be like that."I grabbed a towel, stepped out of the shower, and faced her — water still dripping from my skin, irritation thick in my chest."What the hell are you doing in my bathroom?"She didn't flinch. Her robe was already on the floor, and she made no effort to cover herself. Instead, she leaned against the doorframe with all the arrogance of a woman who thought she still had me wrapped around her finger."I missed you," she said simply, as if that explained everything. As if that gave her permission to barge into my space like she owned it."You don't get to miss me," I snapped, voice low and clipped. "This—whatever you think this is—it's done."Her smile faltered for half a second, but she recovered fast. "You're just saying that because of her.""Get out," I growled, my voice hard as stone. "And the next time I catch

Selene“Liora!” I screamed, my voice swallowed by the storm as I ran through the woods, the branches clawing at my skin, the mud sucking at my feet.“Liora!” I shouted again, louder this time, more frantic.The rain was falling hard, soaking my clothes, blurring my vision. My heart pounded so violently it hurt, panic roaring in my ears louder than the wind. The forest was pitch black, only lit by sudden flashes of lightning, and every shadow felt like it was closing in on me.“Liora!” I cried out again, pushing through the underbrush—Then I slipped.My knees hit the ground hard, and I felt the sting of pain rip up my legs. I cried out, hands scraping against the muddy earth as I tried to push myself up. But before I could move, a low, deep growl echoed from between the trees.I froze.From the shadows emerged a massive black wolf—its eyes gleaming like shards of ice, its fur dripping wet, its snarl curling back to reveal sharp, bloodthirsty teeth. It was bigger than any wolf I’d ever

Tristan Selene lay beside me, her brows slightly curved as if she was still frowning at something even in sleep. I brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face, my lips tugging into a smile. Last night, she swore she'd stay wide awake while I told her about my childhood—every memory, every story. I hadn't even gotten halfway before she was snoring softly, her head heavy on my chest.Leaning over, I pressed a light kiss to her forehead. The room was still cloaked in that early hour darkness, the kind where the world hasn't decided to wake yet. I slid out of bed, pulling on the shirt I'd discarded last night, and made my way over to Liora's cradle. She was sleeping soundly, tiny breaths lifting her chest in the gentlest rhythm.For a moment, I just stood there, looking between the two of them—Selene and Liora—and thinking how close this looked to the perfect family I'd always wanted.But then Selene's voice sliced through the quiet. "No, Liora! Don't hurt my daughter!"My head sna

SeleneI pushed the heavy wooden door open and stepped into the dimly lit private bar. My eyes scanned the room, searching through the clusters of people until they landed on Zayn.He was lounging in the far corner, one arm draped lazily over the back of the seat. The second he saw me, he lifted his hand in an easy wave.I made my way over, weaving past a few tables, my boots barely making a sound on the polished floor.“Hey, sister,” he greeted as I reached him, his voice carrying that casual warmth that had always made me feel a little safer.I slid into the seat across from him, leaning back slightly. “Hey.”“Sorry for dragging you out at this hour,” I said, resting my arms on the table. “I know you must have work to do.”Zayn waved it of, “Come on, you’re my sister. I have to make time for you.”“How’s Liora?”A small smile pulled at my lips. “She’s fine. Ama’s taking care of her.”He nodded, clearly relieved, and started to raise his hand to signal a waiter. “What would you like