All Chapters of Trapped with the Alpha King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Althea flinched as the words seared through her mind. ‘A child?’ Her pulse quickened, unease coiling in her stomach.Aloud, the sorcerer spat, “You will all bow to him! The Abyss is coming for you, for all of us!”Althea steadied herself, forcing calm even as her head throbbed from the flood of thoughts. She narrowed her eyes at him and asked, “Where is Hades now?”He thrashed against his chains, sweat breaking across his brow. “Get out of my head, witch!”Gavriel’s cold gaze flicked to Althea, noticing the sorcerer’s panic. Her knees threatened to buckle but Gavriel’s hand rested briefly on her shoulder, grounding her, though his voice was directed at the prisoner.“Answer her.”The sorcerer only laughed through his terror, a jagged, broken sound. “Even if I told you, it would be too late. The Abyss opens soon. His bloodline will pave the way—your walls, your borders, your kingdoms, all of it will crumble!”Althea winced as another pulse of black energy surged from him, trying to pu

Gavriel moved through the town like a shadow, every step deliberate. The closer he drew to the square, the louder the panic grew—shouts, crying, the metallic ring of shutters being slammed shut. People ran past him, faces pale, eyes wild. Mothers clutched children to their chests; shopkeepers shoved crates and barrels into doorways and bolted them. Horses reared as riders forced them onward; a dog yelped and fled into an alley.The sight that met them at the market was worse than the reports had suggested. A cart lay overturned, its fruit scattered as if a storm had passed through it. Two men hunched near a well, their hands stained dark. One of them reached for a passerby, and the crowd recoiled as his fingers scraped across skin—where he touched, the flesh puckered and blackened as though a disease had touched it and taken hold. People screamed and scattered.“Alpha!” a guard shouted, breathless, stumbling to his knees before Gavriel. “It started at the infirmary, but now it’s eve

Althea caught her breath, unable to argue. All she could manage was a faint, “I… I couldn’t just stay hidden. People needed help.”Before Gavriel could answer, a surge of white-blue light rippled across the square.Uriel had arrived. He strode forward, his cloak whipping around him, a staff glowing in his hand. With one look at the chaos around them, he raised it high, his voice carrying power. “By the binding laws of the ancients, I command this darkness to scatter!”A wave of cleansing light burst outward, striking the cursed. Some screeched and fell, writhing as the corruption burned away. But not all of them yielded—the darkness was too deep, too thick. The spell faltered.Uriel’s jaw clenched. “No… it won’t hold!” He dropped to one knee, sweat running down his brow. His body trembled under the strain.Althea turned to him, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”“I need more energy,” Uriel gritted out, his voice tight. “If I force it now, I’ll burn out before the spell is complete. And then th

At the Capital City, Royal EstateNews travelled quickly in the Capital City and other parts of the kingdom. By the time the sun dipped low and cast its golden glow over the royal estate, rumors about the Southwest had already found their way into every corridor, chamber, and courtyard.The story twisted as it spread, but one detail remained the same—Cain’s daughter, the traitor’s daughter, had saved an entire town.In the banquet hall of South Palace where nobles gathered for an evening feast to celebrate the Minister of Faith, Darel Cane’s birthday, the whispers were thick enough to choke on. Men leaned across tables, speaking in low, urgent tones. Women in silk gowns covered their mouths, their eyes wide as though they had seen the scene with their own eyes.“Did you hear?” one nobleman said, his voice carrying despite his effort to whisper. “The girl threw herself in harm’s way. Some say she stood against a horde of the infected.”“A likely tale,” another scoffed, swirling wine in

The wolf beside Althea perked up at her sudden tension, its glowing fur shimmering faintly.“My Lady?” Melva asked, setting down the tray of tea. “What is it? What do you see?”Althea’s breath hitched. She rushed to the window and pressed her hand against the frame, her heart pounding. A man stood in the courtyard below. He turned slightly, and the sunlight fell across his profile. That face—sharp, familiar, unforgettable.“It’s him,” she whispered, her chest tightening.Melva hurried to her side, straining to follow her line of sight. “Who? Do you know that man?”Althea didn’t answer right away. Her lashes fluttered as if trying to blink away a mirage. She had told herself it was impossible, that her memory was only clinging to ghosts. Yet her lips trembled as the words slipped out.“He’s alive…”Without hesitation, Althea snatched a coat, throwing it over her gown. She rushed for the door, Melva and the wolf trailing after her in alarm.Thirteen years ago, her mother had introduced