All Chapters of Trapped with the Alpha King: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Althea held his face between her hands, her lips brushing his as she whispered, “I want it. All of it. Come inside me.” A low, guttural sound escaped him—raw and uncontrollable. He thrust into her once… twice… a final, deep stroke that pushed a sharp cry from her lips.  Then his entire body tensed beneath her as his release hit him hard. He buried his face against her neck, groaning her name as he pulsed deep inside her, each wave making his grip tighten around her waist. Althea felt the warmth of him spreading within her, each pulse of his release sending another shiver through her overstimulated body. She held him close, her fingers stroking the back of his head as he rode out

Osman stood beside Candice, eyes sharp and jaw tight. He pulled her back a step, placing himself between her and Zander. “You’re not going anywhere with him,” Osman said. Candice yanked her hand free. “Let go of me.” “I won’t,” he snapped. “Not into something like this.” Zander watched the exchange with open amusement. “It seems the decision has been made for you.” Candice glared at Osman. “This is not your call.” “And getting yourself dragged into a battlefield is not yours either,” Osman shot back.She opened her mouth to argue, then stopped.

The public execution grounds had not been used in years. At dawn, the vast stone plaza of the capital city was already filled with people. Nobles stood beside commoners. Warriors in full armor lined the perimeter, their grim expressions.  Whispers spread through the crowd like a restless current, heavy with anticipation and unease. Everyone knew who would die today. Lady Ava Stone. The former royal aide from one of the noble families. The woman was once trusted within the palace walls. And now, the traitor who had nearly torn the kingdom apart from within. At the center of the grounds stood a raised ancient stone platform. Runes were carved deep into its surface. Two iron posts rose from the stone, enchanted ch

Midas walked away from the public execution grounds, his legs heavy as if each step was weighed down by the ashes of what had just transpired. The early morning sun had risen fully, casting long shadows across the plaza, but it offered no warmth to him.  Ava was gone—completely gone—and with her, any hope, any connection he had clung to. There was no trace of her, not a single scent, not a flicker of her presence lingering in the air. He had been too late. He felt hollow. The Queen Mother’s intervention had spared him, yet even that mercy felt like a curse. Uriel’s words echoed in his ears, blunt and unforgiving. “The Alpha King was merciful enough to release you instead of executing you, thanks to the Queen Mother’s plea for your lif

The translucent dome shimmered softly at the center of the chamber, its surface alive with runes that pulsed in a steady rhythm. It arched over the bed where Princess Riela lay, enclosing her completely in a cocoon of protective magic.Gavriel stood just outside its boundary.His hands were clenched at his sides, knuckles white, his gaze fixed on the woman kneeling at the edge of the dome. Althea’s palms hovered inches from the glowing barrier, fingers trembling as she carefully aligned her energy with the spellwork embedded within it. One wrong push, one careless surge, and the dome would either shatter or reject her entirely.Neither outcome was acceptable.Inside the dome, Riela lay still, her breathing shallow but steady. Her skin held a faint grayish pallor, a lingering mark of the corruption that had taken root inside her. Thin lines of dark residue traced faintly beneath her skin, like shadows refusing to let go.Queen Mother Wilma stood to Gavriel’s right, her hands clasped ti