All Chapters of Trapped with the Alpha King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Althea sat sideways on the horse, positioned in front of Gavriel as they rode back with the convoy. Her face was burning red, and it had nothing to do with the wind brushing against her skin. She was still sore from the nonstop intimate exercises Gavriel had with her in the forest!She kept her gaze low, avoiding eye contact, especially after she’d accidentally peeked into the thoughts of a few guards and servants when they arrived. It was a mistake. A terrible mistake.Particularly Beta Simon. The man stood near the front, receiving orders directly from Gavriel. But his thoughts had been so loud and unfiltered, Althea had unintentionally picked them up.‘These two reek of sex! I can’t believe our Alpha King—the Alpha King—has turned into a damn beast in heat. Couldn’t he at least wait until we reached the Capital and got settled? Seriously? Did she bewitch him or something?!’Althea’s shoulders stiffened. She wanted to curl into herself and disappear.Gavriel, of course, seemed comple

Wilma hurled the vase from the nearby table across the room, smashing it against the wall. Glass shattered and rained down the floor as the maidservants scrambled to clean up the mess without a word, too afraid to breathe wrong in her presence.“That woman!” she hissed, pacing like a caged beast. “Has he already been bewitched? He let her stay in the chamber next to his—the chamber reserved for the future Queen?!”Only the chosen Queen of the Alpha King was ever allowed to stay in the bedchamber adjoining his. It was a sacred tradition upheld by generations. And yet Gavriel had dared to place her there.She had prepared everything already. Bedding, oils, silks. She even picked the most obedient maids. Everything had been planned for the whore’s temporary comfort, so she could be controlled, monitored, and discarded.But Wilma had underestimated the strength of the mate bond between Gavriel and that cursed girl.“Of all women, why did it have to be her?!” she growled, hands curling into

Althea gazed at the walls, sitting slumped in front of her vanity table mirror.“I want to go out,” she muttered with a deep sigh. Although being locked inside a comfortable bedchamber was still better than being thrown into a dungeon. Luna Meena used to lock her there whenever her father wasn’t around.“Hmm, don’t worry, My Lady. I’ll talk to Beta Osman about it. Maybe he can help us,” Melva said reassuringly as she began braiding Althea’s hair.Althea raised a brow and smirked at Melva through the mirror. “You and Beta Osman seem to be getting close.”Melva paused briefly.‘He’s easier to deal with than Simon… He’s my mate and yet he seems not willing to acknowledge it.’Althea blinked after reading Melva’s thought. Simon? Gamma Simon was her mate?!“Hmmm… aren’t you and Osman mates? You two are always so–” she leaned in with a teasing grin, “friendly?”She deliberately said that so Melva would confide in her about her true partner.Melva let out an exaggerated sigh. “No, My Lady! I

Fortunately, Althea had just finished expelling the poison when Gavriel returned. She quickly stepped out of her chamber.“Your Majesty,” she greeted politely, bowing her head.His gaze immediately swept to Melva behind her. “Leave,” he said curtly.Without hesitation, Melva slipped away and closed the door behind her.Gavriel's sharp eyes moved back to Althea, scanning her from head to toe. “I heard my mother visited… with a tray of tea.”“Indeed,” Althea replied, offering a faint smile. Something in her heart softened at the brief flicker of concern she caught on his face, though it quickly vanished behind his usual stoic mask.“I’ll have Lakan check on you now,” he muttered and turned to leave.But Althea reached out and gently grabbed his wrist, making him halt. He turned back slowly, frowning. Meeting his eyes, she spoke plainly. “There’s no need. I’ve already expelled the poison.”His frown deepened. He didn’t speak, but his eyes narrowed, clearly questioning her claim.Althea i

Althea’s eyes met his just as he pushed forward, the thick head of his shaft sliding against her slick folds. The sensation made her gasp, her hands clutching at his shoulders. Slowly, he pressed in, stretching her inch by inch until he was fully sheated inside her, filling her so deeply she could barely breathe.“Gavriel…” Her voice was breathless, half a plea, half a moan.He gritted his teeth, savoring the tight, hot feel of her around him. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice thick with possession, before drawing back and thrusting into her again—harder this time.Her back arched, the bed creaking beneath them as he set a rhythm that was slow but powerful, each thrust hitting deep and making her toes curl. Her nails dug into his skin, clinging to him like she never wanted to let go.“Faster,” she whispered without realizing, her hips lifting to meet his every stroke.A feral smirk tugged at his lips. He picked up the pace, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the bedchamber,