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

The journey to Velmora began in silence, not the peaceful kind but the heavy, uncertain silence.  Everything had changed the moment that blinding radiance faded, the world felt stripped bare. No hum of magic in the air. No pull of inner wolves beneath their skin. No familiar strength thrumming in their veins. Even the mages stood frozen in disbelief, hands trembling as they tried and failed to summon the simplest spark. They were all ordinary now. Humans. Zander was the first to give the orders, his voice steady even as his eyes reflected the same unease everyone felt. With shifting gone and magic sealed, they had no choice but to travel as the old kingdoms once did. Carriages, chariots and horses. The army reo

“I know enough,” Elior replied calmly. “Because the God who created heaven and earth knows you. And He sent me.” The fire between them crackled, sparks rising into the night. “There are many who call themselves gods,” Elior said, his voice steady and firm. “But they are nothing more than shadows and idols. False gods and powers that only borrow and imitate what they did not create. Only one God formed the heavens, the earth, and every living thing within them.” He lifted his staff slightly, resting it against the ground. “Surrender to Him. Not to fear. Not to darkness. Not to pride. But to the One who is eternal.” Gavriel swallowed. “And if we do?&rdq

Candice let out a long, quiet sigh as she stared out the carriage window, her fingers absently combing through Ash’s soft fur.  The small wolf was curled comfortably on her lap, eyes half closed, completely unaware of the heaviness weighing on her chest. “What’s wrong?” Melva asked gently. She sat across from Candice, watching her with concern.  Candice usually rode ahead on horseback with Osman, always alert and stubbornly independent. Choosing the carriage today was already unusual. Candice’s shoulders lifted in a small shrug as she finally turned away from the window. “My stop is nearing…” Melva

Gavriel stayed beside Althea, holding her close every time the convoy stopped to rest. He slept lightly, always half awake, as if his presence alone could keep her tethered to this world.  If magic and shifting were still possible, the Cross Clan would have already been buried beneath the earth by his hands. The banner of Althea’s bloodline should have been raised over the House of Aetherion by now, restored to where it belonged. He did not know how many days had passed anymore. Time blurred on the road. Yet one thing was clear to him. His patience had grown in ways he never thought possible.  Before, he would have demanded answers, forced outcomes, crushed anything that stood in his way. Now, he simply watched her chest rise and fall, steady and quiet, and t

At the House of Terravane, Candice paced back and forth inside her bedchamber with her hands clenched at her sides.Every step felt heavier than the last. She hated being here, hated waiting and hated doing nothing while a war that could decide the fate of the continent was unfolding. If only magic still worked, and if only she could fight beside them instead of being trapped in silk curtains and polished floors.She stopped by the window and stared out. Her chest felt so tight as minutes passed, which turned to hours. Doing nothing was worse than fear. It was unbearable. So she left her room and went straight to the place where decisions were made.The council study was quiet when she arrived. Her grandfather, Archon Randal of House Terravane, stood by the long table covered in maps and sealed letters. Beside him was her father, Merlin, his brows drawn tight as he listened.They both turned when Candice entered.“Grandfather. Father,” she said, her voice steady only because she forc