All Chapters of Trapped with the Alpha King: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Zander raised a hand gently, signaling calm. His gaze shifted from the Archon to Candice, assessing her reaction rather than accepting the offer outright.“This is… sudden,” Zander said carefully.“It is decisive,” the Archon replied. “Our houses have long discussed this possibility. You and Candice have known each other since childhood even if you two do not remember those times since both of you are still young.”Osman felt something dark twist in his chest.Zander glanced at Candice again. “And what does Lady Candice think?”Candice’s hands clenched at her sides. She drew a steady breath before answering. “I think,” she said slowly, “that this conversation should not be treated like a trade of lands or titles.”The Archon frowned slightly. “Candice, this is not the time—”“It is exactly the time,” she interrupted, her voice firm but controlled. “House Aetherion just survived war. Announcing a marriage alliance as if it’s a victory trophy is not right.”Osman looked at her then—trul

At House of Aetherion TerritoryMelva had already finished cleaning Althea’s body and gently massaging her stiff limbs, careful not to disturb the fragile stillness surrounding her. Yet she did not leave.Instead, she remained kneeling beside the transparent casket, her hands folded on her lap as her gaze drifted between Althea’s serene face and the faintly glowing Tree of Life towering above them. Soft golden light filtered through its leaves, casting a gentle radiance that made the hidden garden feel almost unreal.“I’m still confused about so many things, milady,” Melva murmured quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Even this tree… I didn’t know such a thing truly existed.”She let out a slow sigh, her shoulders lifting and falling as memories surfaced.Earlier that day, she had spoken with several people from the House of Aetherion, those she had crossed paths with. Curious and unable to contain her questions, she had asked them about the Tree of Life. Each one had given

“A husband?” Althea’s voice rose, sharp with disbelief. “No. That can’t be right. Where is my father?”The question hung heavy in the air. Melva stiffened, and for a brief moment, her eyes flicked to Gavriel. He met her gaze, his expression tightening, the unspoken weight of the truth passing between them.Melva turned back to Althea and forced a gentle smile. “Milady… there are many things you need to know, but not all at once. You’ve just awakened. Your body is still weak.”Althea shook her head immediately, strands of her hair brushing against the pillow. “No. Don’t do that,” she said, her tone firm despite her frailty. “Don’t delay it. Tell me now. Where is my father?”Melva hesitated, then reached for her hand. “We will talk. I promise. But first, you must rest. You haven’t eaten yet. Are you hungry?”“No,” Althea replied at once, her grip tightening around Melva’s fingers. “I don’t care about food. I want answers. Now.”The room fell silent again.Melva swallowed and turned towa

Althea stiffened at first, instinctively drawing in a sharp breath. The arms around her were strong, steady, unmistakably protective. Warmth seeped into her back, unfamiliar yet achingly comforting, as though her body recognized what her mind could not. A soft kiss brushed against her bare shoulder, then lingered at the curve of her neck. Her heart skipped, a startled flutter that sent warmth rushing through her veins. Tingling sensations spread across her skin, and she bit gently on her inner cheek to keep herself steady.For reasons she could not quite explain, she liked it. The realization alone made her face heat, warmth blooming into a shy crimson. Thankfully, he could not see her expression at all.Gavriel closed his eyes as he breathed her in, his forehead resting briefly against her damp hair. He had imagined this moment too many times, feared it even more. Having her awake again, warm and breathing in his arms, nearly broke him.“You feel the same,” he murmured, his voice lo

The sky was still dark when Gavriel stepped into the kitchens of the Archon’s palace of House Aetherion. Dawn had not yet broken. The halls were quiet and Melva nearly jumped when she saw him. “Y–Your Majesty,” she blurted, bowing so quickly she almost knocked the basket in her arms to the floor. Gavriel lifted a hand at once. “No need for that. I was looking for you.” Melva straightened, confusion flickering across her face. “For me, sire?” “Yes.” He glanced toward the long wooden table, already stacked with fresh bread, fruits, and herbs prepared by the night servants. “I need your help.”