Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped with the Alpha King: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Althea froze at his tone. For a moment, she saw not the Alpha King but the beast that ruled behind his calm mask. His chest rose and fell heavily, eyes dark and burning like embers.“I’m not talking back,” she said softly, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound steady. “I’m just telling the truth.”Gavriel’s face was still so dark, and Althea didn’t want him getting mad, so she leaned in and kissed his lips, hoping that would distract him from talking any more about Kael. She honestly didn’t know where his jealousy was coming from, but it could have been his pride or his overpossessiveness toward her as his mate.To cool him down, she had to make him feel reassured.For a moment, Gavriel didn’t move. His breath hitched as if caught off guard, but when Althea’s lips brushed his again, something inside him snapped. His hand gripped her waist, pulling her closer until she could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against her chest.The kiss deepened—not gentle, but desperate.

His AloneGavriel’s grip on her waist tightened, his eyes never leaving hers. The mark on her skin pulsed again, burning and soothing all at once. Althea gasped, her breath catching as the strange, electric warmth coiled deeper inside her. It was more than just pleasure — it felt like the bond itself was alive, claiming her.“I want you to remember who makes you feel like this,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, brushing against her ear.Althea’s fingers trembled as they pressed against his chest. The steady beat of his heart under her palm matched the rhythm of her own, both wild and uneven. He brushed a hand through her hair, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw before gripping it gently, forcing her to meet his gaze. “This,” his other hand trailed down her back, resting over the mark that still glowed faintly “—isn’t something you can undo.”The heat between them built again, not from lust alone but from the weight of the bond itself — the push and pull of power, of dominanc

Gavriel first checked on Uriel, who was now in the living area being tended to by Lakan. “Were you hit that badly?” Gavriel asked, frowning as he watched Lakan channel energy into Uriel’s wounds.“That warlock was strong,” Uriel replied, brow furrowed. “But he had an extra boost. Someone was amplifying his power, not just for the portal but during the fight as well. Whoever did that, I’ll make them pay for those cowardly moves.”“He’s a he, and Althea saw him,” Gavriel said. He turned to Simon. “Get me the best artist we have who can do a sketch. I want that bastard’s face by sunrise tomorrow.”“So the man showed himself to Lady Althea?” Uriel asked, signaling for Lakan to finish and dismiss the healer.Uriel pulled his shirt on and waited for Gavriel’s answer.“He did,” Gavriel confirmed. “Althea said that same presence has been hovering around her too, even inside the palace.”“What? But the royal estate’s defenses are tight, unless he’s powerful enough to breach the barrier,” Uriel

“What did you say?” Althea asked, wanting to make sure she’d heard him right. Did he really ask her that?Gavriel’s gaze held hers as he repeated, “Do you want to learn the mindlink?”Althea nodded, blinking in surprise. Then he smiled—warmly, genuinely—and her heart almost exploded at the sight. He had been smiling more often lately, and each time felt like the walls around him softened just for her.He pulled her close into his arms. She still felt sticky from what they’d done, but she didn’t care. His warmth surrounded her, grounding her in a way nothing else could.Then, he released a deep, steady sigh.[Can you hear me?]Althea froze. Her body went rigid the moment she heard Gavriel’s voice—not with her ears, but inside her head.“I hear you,” she whispered, her voice small and awed.He chuckled, and she could feel the vibration rumble through his chest where her head rested.[Now, there’s no barrier between us,] his voice spoke again in her mind—smooth, commanding, yet intimate.

Melva woke up early, wanting to prepare breakfast for Simon. Her mate had come back so late the night before that she was already asleep. She was sure he would be up early again to leave for another important task—she barely saw him anymore. Still, she hoped she could at least catch him this morning before the sun fully rose.She quickly packed the meal into a basket and made her way to Simon’s assigned quarters next to hers. It was funny, she thought, how they were already bonded, yet had still not consummated it.Melva hesitated outside Simon’s door, holding the basket tightly against her chest. The hallway was quiet, only the faint sound of birds outside breaking the silence. She took a deep breath before knocking softly.“Simon?” she called, her voice low.No answer.She frowned and pushed the door open just a little. The room was dim, the curtains still drawn. Simon was there, sitting at his desk with a pile of documents in front of him. His head was resting on his hand on the ta