All Chapters of Trapped with the Alpha King: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Zander stiffened slightly. “You speak as if you’ve seen it.” The man smiled, faint but knowing. “I have heard enough.” Gavriel crossed his arms. “And what makes you think we’d allow a stranger to walk with us?” The old man met his gaze without hesitation. “Because this journey is not only about war,” he said. “And you know it.” That landed heavier than any accusation. “You carry a woman between life and death,” the man went on, nodding toward the carriage where Althea rested. “You march toward a house built on secrets and old sins. And both of you,” his eyes move

Simon nodded. “Yes. Her name is Melva.” A faint smile tugged at Riela’s lips. “You marked her?” “Yes,” he answered. “I did.” She laughed softly, a sound filled with genuine happiness. “Simon, that’s wonderful.” He looked relieved at her reaction. “She’s with Lady Althea and the Alpha King right now. Once everything settles, I plan to introduce her to you. I know you’ll like her.” “Oh?” Riela teased. “You sound very confident.” Simon smiled despite himself. “She’s kind.

Some of the men faltered. Others, driven by hunger and fear, rushed forward anyway.The clash was brutal. Steel met steel. The sound of grunts, shouts, and bodies hitting the ground filled the air. Without magic or shifting, everything came down to skill, strength, and sheer will. Osman fought close to the carriage, his movements precise and controlled as he deflected one attacker after another. The Alpha King decided to split their convoy, choosing caution over pride. His own group moved ahead disguised as simple merchants, their armor hidden beneath travel cloaks, their banners stripped away until nothing remained but wagons, crates, and weary-looking men. It was a calculated risk. 

The gates of the House of Aetherion stood wide open. People watched from the walls in tense silence. No magic filled the air, no shifting, only steel and men stood ready.Gavriel stepped forward first. He removed his cloak and handed it to Osman without a word. The weight of the sword in his hand felt different now. He could feel every ounce of it, every strain on his muscles. Once, this blade would have been an extension of his Lycan strength. Now, it was simply steel. And yet, he felt calmer than he ever had.Across the open ground, Archon Lemuel Cross emerged with a slow, confident stride. His armor gleamed darkly, ornate and heavy, more ceremonial than practical. A smile curved his lips as his gaze swept over Gavriel, then Zander, then the warriors standing behind them.“So this is what remains of the Alpha King,” Lemuel said mockingly. “A man stripped bare of everything that made him feared.”A few of the Cross Clan soldiers chuckled nervously.Gavriel did not rise to the taunt.

Gavriel did not waste a single moment.The moment the gates of House Aetherion were fully secured and the cries of battle faded into uneasy silence, he turned his back on everything else. Titles, victories, bloodlines, judgment… None of it mattered to him right now except for Althea and the Tree of Life.“Zander,” he said sharply, already moving. “Make the arrangements. Clear the path. I’m taking her to the Tree of Life.”Zander understood without needing further explanation. He gave a firm nod and immediately began issuing orders to the men who now answered to him. Guards were stationed. The inner grounds were sealed. No one was allowed near the sacred heart of Aetherion without permission.The Tree of Life stood deep within the ancestral grounds of House Aetherion, beyond stone walls and ancient paths worn smooth by centuries of footsteps. Even stripped of magic, even after the heavens had gone quiet, the Tree remained… in the most breathtaking way.It glowed. Not brightly, not blin