All Chapters of Alpha's Little Secret: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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The village

RiverThe entire place was silent, but I could still hear voices. Softer voices, mixed with laughter that was quite different from the people I had gotten used to.Thank goodness my feet was on solid ground, though I was still blindfolded, with my hands bound behind me. My wrists ached fiercely from the clamps that had been locked there hours ago.My shoulders burned.My calves cramped painfully from being dragged forward and forced to keep pace long after my strength had gotten exhausted and bled out of me."Wait," I rasped. "Please... just..."The world tilted slightly as whoever held me adjusted their grip, then stopped altogether. Someone untied the blindfold.Light flooded my vision immediately, so sharp and sudden that it made me hissed and squeezed my eyes shut on instinct. When I opened my eyes again, blinking rapidly just so I could get use to it, the world swam a bit before slowly settling into focus. We were definitely far from the forest, and this was not the set up of a

Understand this place first

RiverEverywhere was warm.Not in the way fire was warm, or blood was warm. This warmth was slower, and deeper. It sank into my bones and settled there, familiar as breath.Kael’s hands were on me.I could feel them without seeing them. Those large, smooth hands, sliding up my back, with his thumbs pressing gently at the dip of my spine as if he knew exactly where I carried my tension.He seemed to always do.The workd around us was blurred, with the edges melting into this sort of soft light, as though nothing existed except the space between our bodies.Kael rested his forehead on mine. "You're so real," he murmured.I couldn't help the smile. I could feel it happen, that little pull at the corner of my mouth. "So are you."Kael let out a laugh, the sound vibrating straight through my chest. His hands shifted, one of them cradling my jaw, while the other curled possessively at my waist. He leaned in slowly, like he was trying to give me a chance to pull away.I didn't. Our noses br

My prince

RiverThe witch's little workplace smelled a bit different every single time I visited.So far, that was five times now.Sometimes it had this sharp and green smell, like crushed leaves and rain-soaked bark. On other days, it leaned into warm and sweet, honeyed with desin and dried flowers that hung from the ceiling beams.Today, it had this clean and bright smell, like something was about to begin. I couldn't even explain it if I tried.The sunlight came in through the small, circular window that was high above the shelves, catching on the glass jars and the bundles of herbs tied with twine. The room felt more alive in a way I was still trying to recognise. With all the magic humming low and steady, no form of aggression. It was just there.I stood beside her at one of the shelves, scanning the neatly arranged jars."That one," I said, pointing to a jar. "You shouldn't keep it close to the moonroot. They leach into each other."The witch paused mid-grind and looked at me. "They do?"

Get the fuck away from me

RIVERI stumbled back as if the witch... no, no, Storm had struck me.Her name was Storm, and it was better than just calling her the witch, though that was very insignificant at the moment."No," I said immediately, the word tearing out of me. "No. No, no, no."Storm straightened herself slowly, lowering her hands to hee sides. She didn't reach for me again, neither did her lips stretch into a smile again."There is no way," I continued, backing away until my shoulder brushed the shelf behind me. The glass jars rattled softly. "That is not possible. It cannot be possible."The room felt smaller all of a sudden, with the walls pressing in, and the hum of magic swelling until it buzzed behind my eyes.Prince.Fuck it, I hated that name with every single thing in me. The word echoed, so absurd and wrong and terrifying, all at once.I shook my head hard, as if I could dislodge the word from my brain. "You're lying," I said, my voice a bit hoarse. "All of you have been lying, about every

Get away from me 2

KAELWell, it was possible that I had been in a foul mood for days.Not the kind that burned hit and fast. It would have been way better if it was that one because I could work it out by fighting with someone. This one sat low in my chest, seeping into everything I touched.It lingered in the way I ordered people, and the way my gaze lingered too long on my people, even in the way my patience wore thin over the smallest mistakes.Every single person around me felt it.The staff even had to start moving a bit quieter when they were around me, careful not to draw my attention. I knew it. I watched them too. Even Brent, steady Brent who knew how to keep me on my toes, had learned when to speak and when to keep his mouth shut.It was that bad.And why was this? My mate, no, he was no longer my mate. River had been gone for more than a week.It felt like he had been gone all my life.I couldn't even allow myself to think about the word "taken." It was way more than that. He had been reloca

The Beginning

Twenty+ years agoRiver woke to the feeling of being watched.It wasn't a frightening feeling as he had become quite used to this. It usually happened in the early hours before dawn, where his eyes fluttered open slowly, those lashes heavy with sleep, and the first thing he saw was white.White hair, long and loose, spilling over a woman’s shoulders like moonlight caught in silk.“Mama?” he whispered.She was sitting beside his little bed, one hand resting lightly on the blanket near his stomach, the other pressed flat against hers as if she was trying to connect the baby in there with her baby outside. Her eyes were fixed on him, bright in a way River had learned to recognize even at three years of age.Something was wrong.Children knew things before they had words for them. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his small voice rough with sleep. He pushed himself up on his elbows, the blanket sliding down to his waist. “Why are you awake?”His mother startled slightly, like she hadn’t realized

The moon goddess

RIVERThe first thing I noticed was the quiet.My body felt all wrong.Heavy and distant, like I was buried beneath layers of myself and had to claw my way back up.I couldn't help but groan softly, the sound scraping out of my throat, and the world tilted in response. Something shifted beside me.“Oh,” a calm voice said. “You’re awake.”I forced my eyes open.The ceiling above me was unfamiliar stone, veined faintly with silver lines that pulsed like a slow heartbeat. The air had this clean smell to it, like linen and herbs and it all made the back of my throat ache.There was an older woman beside my bed. The one from the square, when I first arrived. Currently she was seated in a straight-backed chair, her posture so perfect despite her age. Her silver hair was braided tightly against her scalp, and in her hands was a half-finished piece of weaving... thin strands of pale thread looped and knotted into a pattern I couldn't quite follow.It shimmered faintly though. Pretty.She paus

Little bit of training

RIVERI let out an exhale through my nose."Get up, River," I told myself.My fingers twitched, and that was all. The frustration in me flared hot and fast, and with it, something deeper. The air in the room shifted a bit, and the silver lines in the wall brightened.No, no, no.That was not going to happen. I clamped down on the feeling, forcing it back with nothing but sheer will, and the light dimmed again, as if chastened.That actually scared me more than if it hadn’t listened, because it was the exact same thing.The door opened without ceremony. There was truly no reason for me to pretend I was asleep."You're awake," the intruder said. Storm.Her voice was exactly as I remembered it... steady, and edged with something sharp, like a blade honed. She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, dark hair pulled back tightly, eyes already assessing me with the same intensity she had used when she called me a prince."I don't want anyone here," I said flatly, not bothering to spen

Training

RIVEROh, Storm made the training hurt.Every single time I thought I finally understood the limits of my body, Storm found a new way to prove me wrong. She was that good.“Again,” she said.Currently, I stood in the center of the clearing, my bare feet pressed into the cool earth. The sigils beneath me were faint now... no longer flaring wildly, no longer glowing like they were starving. They were back to their quiet, patient state, waiting for my next panic to glow bright.Assholes.Though it was an accomplishment to be this calm."I already did it."Storm circled me slowly, her boots crunching softly against the gravel and dirt. "You did it just once," she corrected. "That once is luck, but twice is instinct. We are aiming for neither of those things."I rolled my shoulders, fixing the ache that had settled between my shoulder blades. Sweat clung to my skin despite the cool air, and my hair stuck to my neck."I hate you. Know this." I informed her.She hummed thoughtfully. "A lot o

A year

KAELIt had been a whole year since River disappeared from my life.And it had been the longest, most miserable year I could remember. Which is saying something since I knew the dude for just a few months.Even the Night of the Moon Goddess... a celebration that once filled me with pride and hope... had felt hollow since then. Last year's ritual had passed in a blur of forced smiles and silent prayers that had gone unanswered. This year did not feel like it was going to be any better.If anything, it felt worse.The sky was darkening now, dusk bleeding slowly into night as pale moonlight filtered through the thick canopy of clouds above the town square. Torches were already being lit one by one, flames flickering against stone walls and carved pillars. The air here carried the faint scent of burning herbs and fresh flowers placed as offerings around the sacred rock at the center of the square.That damn rock... Moon Stone... it looked so smooth and pale from here, the red color of bl

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