บททั้งหมดของ Trapped with the Alpha King: บทที่ 271 - บทที่ 280

Uriel could not believe his eyes when Riela summoned him over and he saw Beatrice sitting at their table, giggling to herself as if she were the only person in the entire pavilion.“What happened? Why did you call for me?” he asked his cousin with a frown, though his gaze never left Beatrice.He had only stepped away for a short while, and now she was already drunk? Where were those men hovering around her earlier? His jaw tightened. He would make sure to deal with them personally.“Bring her back to her quarters,” Riela said casually, taking a slow sip from her glass as though she had just asked him to pass the salt.“What? Why me?!” Uriel burst out. He turned sharply to look at Arturo seated beside her. “Why not him? He’s her uncle!”Riela merely shrugged. “Arturo is keeping me company. If you refuse, I can always ask Lord Danie over there.”Her gaze shifted deliberately toward a group of noblemen who were clearly stealing glances at Beatrice. Uriel knew very well that any one of th

The sun had yet to rise when Althea stirred on the bed. She slowly opened her eyes, only to realize she was tightly wrapped in Gavriel’s embrace. One of his arms was draped possessively around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. Both of them were still bare beneath the blanket after the passionate night they had shared. The thick covers were the only thing shielding them from the cool morning air, yet neither of them felt the chill. Their bodies were pressed close, skin against skin, sharing warmth in a way that made the world outside feel distant and unimportant. Gavriel’s arm rested securely around Althea’s waist, holding her as if even in sleep he refused to let her drift away. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the lingering heat of him wra

Althea sat quietly on the bed while the royal physician examined her, though her eyes kept drifting toward Gavriel. He had been pacing back and forth across the chamber ever since she complained about feeling unwell. Every few steps he would stop and glance at her, his brows tightly drawn with worry. She sighed softly. “Relax,” she told him with a reassuring smile. Gavriel stopped pacing but only long enough to glare at the physician beside her. “How could I relax when she looks this pale?” he retorted sharply. “What is it? Did she eat something bad last night?” 

Beatrice did her best to keep her calm and composed as she guided her horse along the road. The three of them rode at a slow pace, mostly because both men seemed determined to match her speed.“You two can go ahead and ride faster,” she suggested with a polite smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve ridden a horse and been outside, so I’m enjoying the scenery.”“It’s quite alright,” Lord Evan replied warmly, his smile wide and earnest. “I said I would accompany you, and I happen to have the entire day free.”Uriel didn’t comment at all, making her raised her eyebrow. Quickly, she turned to Lord Evan and smiled back graciously. “That’s very sweet of you.”She continued chatting politely with Lord Evan, responding to his questions and occasionally laughing softly at his comments.But in truth, her attention was elsewhere.Her senses were secretly focused on Uriel.From the corner of her eyes, she kept observing him, waiting—hoping—for some kind of reaction. Yet every time she stole a glanc

Althea couldn’t believe how Gavriel was overreacting. Ever since he found out about her pregnancy, he had become unbearably protective.Yes, he allowed her to spend time with Melva and Tristan, but she was never truly alone. There were always eyes on her… two royal physicians, four maidservants, and even royal guards trailing nearby.And for what?She was only walking along the seashore, planning a simple picnic with Melva, Tristan, and the twins. “Seriously, His Majesty couldn’t even let you have a day to yourself, huh?” Melva teased as she started picking fruits from the basket. “But I understand where he’s coming from. It’s better to be safe than sorry. After all, you are the queen of our kingdom.”“This feels nice,” Tristan said, taking a deep breath of the cool, fresh air. “It reminds me of the days we used to sneak off to the river, having picnics like this… dreaming about being together by the beach, swimming and enjoying ourselves freely.”“It would be nice if we could swim