All Chapters of Trapped with the Alpha King: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Althea and Melva were getting ready to ride out with the Alpha King. Althea had dressed in a simple, comfortable riding outfit, expecting to have her own horse. She couldn’t deny the flicker of excitement in her chest — she would be traveling with the Alpha King himself to visit the borders. It was something she’d long wanted to do, to finally see more of the kingdom instead of being confined to the palace where every look was filled with hatred and judgment.Melva was quietly packing their things when Althea noticed how gloomy her friend looked.“Melva…” Althea called softly. When Melva turned to her, Althea instinctively reached out through their link, brushing against her thoughts.‘What’s wrong with him? Am I not attractive enough? I practically threw myself at him, and he just says he’s not ready? What does that even mean?! Oh heavens, my lady, you’re staring—are you reading my thoughts!!!’Althea burst out laughing, covering her mouth. “I’m sorry, Melva,” she said between giggl

The words “You’re mine” had become something Gavriel said often around Althea. Each time he said it, it stirred something deep inside her—an odd mix of warmth and defiance. She told herself over and over that it was just his way of control, his way of reminding her that she was his captive. Yet no matter how she tried to reason it out, her heart still fluttered every time those words left his lips.After a long ride, they finally reached another town. Althea instantly noticed how different the air felt here—less polished than the capital, more raw and grounded. The breeze carried the scent of pine, mixed with smoke from forges and tanneries nearby. Men and women moved busily through the streets, their clothes simple but sturdy, and their eyes sharp and alert.“This town is under the Wildfang Pack,” Gavriel muttered as they slowed their pace. Ahead lay a wide gate between two hills, guarded by sturdy cement walls lined with spikes. Watchtowers stood tall on each side, bearing the Wil

Althea decided to take a walk around the grounds with Melva and Ash, accompanied by her three warrior guards. Rudy walked in front, while Ben and Trudis followed behind. Her steps slowed when she reached the edge of the training ground, where a small group had gathered to rest between drills.“What are they doing?” Althea curiously asked as her gaze swept over the field.Rudy turned to her, brushing the dirt off his palms. “They’re sparring and practicing their shifting, my lady. It’s part of their routine. Everyone tries to strengthen their control and reflexes.”“Oh,” Althea murmured, watching as one of the warriors crouched low before shifting mid-run, his body exploding into fur and muscle in the blink of an eye. A startled gasp escaped her lips. “That was… fast.”Ben chuckled under his breath. “You’ll see faster ones, my lady.”Melva’s eyes gleamed mischievously. “You know what, my lady? Let’s stay for a bit. It’s actually quite fun to watch.”Rudy grinned. “Fun? You mean chaotic

“Your focus wavers too easily,” Gavriel said softly. “You can’t let your opponent see that.”Althea looked up at him, her cheeks warm. “I wasn’t… wavering.”His eyes glinted. “No?”The tension between them deepened. Then Gavriel slowly stepped back, exhaling through his nose as if trying to steady himself.“You still remember more than I thought,” he said.She smiled faintly, catching her breath. “Maybe Amon taught me well.”For a moment, he just looked at her—something unreadable flickering in his gaze. Then he turned toward the edge of the grounds, where the trees swayed in the afternoon wind.“That’s enough practice,” he said, his tone soft but commanding. “Now, come. You’ll see what a real run feels like.”Before she could ask what he meant, his eyes began to glow faintly. In the next instant, his body started to change—bones cracking and reshaping, muscles stretching as fur rippled across his skin. Within moments, a massive wolf stood before her, its coat a striking mix of silve

Gavriel set out with Simon to search the entire area around the Wildfangs Pack.‘What’s wrong with you? How could Althea sense his presence but you can’t?’ he growled at his lycan, Chaos.‘He’s probably powerful enough to conceal his presence,’ Chaos replied calmly. ‘No one could sense him except our mate. Even Uriel failed to detect him. Maybe our mate is familiar with this man’s inner energy.’Gavriel’s jaw tightened. He hated that he couldn’t track down the mysterious man lurking near his mate in the shadows. It wasn’t just the man’s strength that bothered him—it was the fact that Althea had sensed him when no one else could. Her words still echoed in his mind: “My hunch tells me he won’t harm me.”That thought disturbed him more than anything. It almost felt as if there was some kind of bond between her and that man. And deep down, the idea that another man might share any sort of connection with Althea gnawed at him relentlessly. The fear that someone could take her away without