All Chapters of Trapped with the Alpha King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Althea slowly opened her eyes and reached across the bed, only to find it empty. The room was quiet, the sky outside still painted with shades of night. She let out a long yawn and rubbed her face, whispering to herself, “What a strange dream.”Of course it had to be a dream. Gavriel, gentle? Gavriel, holding her close, whispering questions, even chuckling? Impossible. The Alpha King was a man of few words, colder than the moon’s light, his silence often heavier than his presence. He never lingered in conversations with her, much less indulged in long, searching questions.Still, the memory of that dream left a trace of warmth in her chest. He had laughed—actually laughed—in it. She let out a small sigh. “How nice must it have been… if it were real?”She stretched a little, surprised her body no longer burned with the exhaustion she had felt before falling asleep. The aches had dulled, leaving only a faint heaviness in her limbs. It reminded her of the first time she ever tried to cr

Althea’s mouth dropped open, stunned. ‘Did he really just say that so casually?’ His expression didn’t even twitch, as though the double meaning behind his words wasn’t scandalous at all.Her face flamed hotter, her thoughts scattering. ‘This beast… is he teasing me? Or does he truly mean it that way?!’Before she could even argue, Gavriel pressed a piece of meat to her lips and stuffed it into her mouth. Althea had no choice but to chew, and the moment the flavor hit her tongue, she realized just how hungry she was. Starvation easily won over pride, so she stopped debating altogether and quietly let the Alpha King feed her.In truth, she found herself… almost enjoying it. Being cared for, even in this strange way, felt nice. But she quickly reminded herself of who she was dealing with. To Gavriel, she was nothing more than a toy—something he could switch between warm and cold whenever it suited him. It was safer to believe that than to give any positive meaning to his actions.‘I wond

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, their bodies pressed close, sweat mingling on their skin. Gavriel didn’t move, still inside her, still clutching her as though she belonged to him.Althea, flushed and weak, lay beneath him with her eyes half-closed, her heart pounding. She wanted to tell herself it was only lust, only hunger, nothing more. But the way he held her—firm yet almost tender—made it harder and harder to believe it.Althea lay there, still trembling, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. His warmth had barely left her body when his growl broke the silence, as though he was forcing himself to stop.“I have to go now,” Gavriel muttered, pulling away gently. His tone was suddenly detached—so different from the raw intensity just moments before. He rose from the table and began dressing swiftly, as though intimacy meant nothing more than another task to be finished.Althea blinked, struggling to process his sudden shift. Her lips

By the time Althea paused to rest, sweat clung to her skin. Still, an achieved smile tugged at her lips when she took in the finished result of their cleaning. The cottage felt roomy and right—perfect for a workspace. There was even a rooftop she could use for practice.Something tugged at her mind, though, so she stepped outside and asked Rudy, “Would it be possible to replace all the furniture inside?”“Of course, My Lady. I will make the arrangements,” Rudy answered. Althea returned his smile and wandered the yard. The space around the cottage was wide and sunlit—ideal for a greenhouse.Elsa came back with snacks and drinks. Everyone collapsed onto a makeshift bench around a long table, breathing heavily to take a break.“I can’t believe I worked like an Omega to—” Trudis began, but Ben’s sharp elbow cut her off.Althea remained calm. “I’m sorry for the trouble today. I’ll make it up to you all, I promise.”Trudis snorted. “If you’re still alive by then.”Melva’s face flamed. “What

“My Lady!” Melva cried, rushing to her side as soon as she saw her on the ground, clutching her chest. “What’s wrong? What happened?”Melva helped her up while Althea scanned the room. “Someone’s here. I felt it!” she blurted. She clearly felt that sudden surge of energy pulsed through her, sharp and heavy, as if unseen fingers were probing the very core of her inner power. It wasn’t like the usual stir of her magic—it felt foreign, invasive, almost testing her limits. Her breath caught in her throat, and her hands clenched against her dress as her body stiffened in alarm.“There’s no one here, My Lady. If someone was, we would have seen them by now,” Melva said, frowning.“No, someone is here and I’m sure of it,” Althea firmly replied. “They must have used a concealment spell. It’s possible to hide yourself with magic.”She remembered her mother’s lessons. To cast or break such spells, she would need to recall certain rites and perform them exactly, or risk a backlash.“Should I te