All Chapters of The hidden past of my Alpha king and Me: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE: Seeing him again

(Dual POV — Kaid & Arya)The air of the southern valley was different.It has a rhythmic warmth yet an estranged aura.I rode through the quiet path at dawn, the light crawling across my cloak in thin, hesitant strokes. I could already sense her — not by scent or sight but by bond.I dismounted before the bridge and took in the view below. The settlement of the queen pack sprawled modestly among the hills, a patchwork of stone and light, guarded but open enough to look harmless.But I knew better. I could feel the layers of protection pulsing beneath the old and new wards. magic folded into the soil of the land It wasn’t the place that unsettled me. It was her.Somewhere beyond those walls, Arya waited unknowingly, and unwillingly for the storm I carry in my chest.I told myself again the reason for coming:To protect her.To see what she had uncovered.To learn what truth she now walked beside.And yet, when her name formed silently

CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO: passionately kissed

The queen request your presence," Christabel said. "And your mate too," she added.I went into the room again and met kaid still standing where I had left him."Arya," he called gently trying to hold my hand but I pulled my hand away from his grasp. "We have been summoned by the queen." I said keeping a straight face, then and walked out without waiting for him.I sat beside Kaid at the long table, my pulse a slow, deliberate rhythm. On the surface, the air was calm, laughter drifting softly from the courtiers, servants gliding noiselessly between plates and platters of amber wine. Yet beneath it all, there was an undertow of something sharp. Something that did not belong.At the head of the table sat my father, the King of icewood, his expression carved from the same marble as his throne. His gaze held the quiet precision of a man who had learned long ago how to weaponize stillness.To his right, the Queen of the Red Moon Pack reclined like a shadow dressed

CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE: The hidden chamber

(Kaid’s POV)The air inside the hidden chamber felt cold.Light poured from the sigil like a living wound pale, pulsating, ancient. It clung to Arya’s skin, not as fire, but recognition.I didn’t move. Neither did she. The sound of our breath became the only thing alive in that tomb of dust and memory. The walls themselves seemed to bow toward her touch, and for a moment, I thought the symbols carved into the stone were whispering.Then the light dimme, almost reluctantly and the world fell back into silence.Arya turned to me, eyes wide, confusion veiled by a strength she didn’t yet know she had. “Kaid,” she whispered, but her voice was distant, as if the word itself were afraid to break the hush that clung to us.I didn’t answer. My mind was already running through too many memories—my father’s blood, the ancient scrolls, the fractured histories of the first war. The mark that had responded to her was no mere sigil. It was an Oath Seal—the kind forged befo

CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN: Truth isn't Mercy

At that instant, he looked almost wolf then, almost fragile.“Truth is not mercy, Arya,” he said at last. “And mercy was never given to your bloodline.”My breath caught. “Then who am I?” I asked He opened his mouth to answer but stopped.Something unseen moved through the air. A ripple, subtle but violent. It passed through me like cold blade leaving my senses ringing.Light’s gaze snapped toward the window.“They’ve found us,” he said quietly.“Who?” I asked even more confused.But he didn’t reply. Instead, he turned to me, his eyes suddenly fierce.“Whatever you do,” he murmured, “do not go near the Spring until I call for you.”And before i could speak before i could even reach for him, the chamber filled with light so blinding it swallowed everything.When it cleared, he was gone.Only the silence remained and the echo of my own heartbeat, like the pulse of something awakening.My heart quickened.“What happened at the

CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR: The motherly curse

I sat beside Kaid, my posture the perfect mimicry of grace, my face a still pond. Only the faint tremor of my pulse betrayed the storm beneath.Across from us, the Queen of the Eastern Border smiled.It was a smile that knew its own power soft, serene, and utterly merciless.My gown caught the light like the skin of a serpent, pale green and silver, the color of something alive and dangerous beneath still waters. Beside me, Alpha Daston, my father, sat with that same cold majesty look he had always worn: a man carved by duty, his eyes unreadable even when they lingered on me.Yet I felt it. The subtle flicker, the hesitation when his gaze met mine.Something had changed since the night before, when the sigil had awakened beneath my hand.Kaid leaned closer, his voice low enough to be mistaken for breath.“Be careful how you look at her,” he murmured. “The Queen sees through stillness.”“I’m not the only one she’s watching,” I replied, my lips barely

CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE: Seal it

Third person pov Meanwhile in the Queen Chambers. The Queen had not slept. Something hummed dangerously beneath her ribs.Her chambers tall and cold filled with constant silence that makes one shiver.She stood before the mirror, her reflection caught between shadow and moonlight. The crown upon her head gleamed faintly. It wasn't made of gold, but a darker metal, forged to resemble twined serpents devouring their own tails.Her hand hovered above her throat, where the faint shimmer of a rune pulsed beneath her skin a mark only she could see. It had been dormant for decades.Now it burned. A knock came .The Queen turned slowly. “Enter.”The door creaked open, and a girl stepped in slight, pale, with eyes too nervous to hold steady. She curtsied, her hands trembling.“Your Majesty,” she began, her voice small but urgent. “Forgive me for disturbing you, but… it’s Arya. I saw her.”The Queen’s eyes flicked to her reflection again her gaze

CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX: then the serpent remembers

Light from the early dawn filtered through jeweled glass, painting fractured ribbons across the polished stone. The Queen sat at its center, a vision of restraint: she wore a cloaked frost-blue silk, her crown thin as a blade.Behind her, the carved phoenix sigil loomed, the wings unfurled, eyes hollow.Kaid walked slowly and majestically until he got the highest court member chair and sat down pulling me also to sit beside him.I sat beside Kaid, who seemed carved from the same calm, he wielded like a weapon. His composure was infuriatingly perfect his expression unreadable, his tone quiet when he greeted the Queen.“Queen of Red moon,” he said, voice steady, “I trust your summons at this hour means the realm itself trembles.” he said. His presence screams command and fear. The Queen’s lips curved. “You jest, my king. I had hoped your visit was to heal wounds, not deepen them.”Kaid inclined his head slightly, a gesture that neither agreed nor denied. “He

CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN: Council of bound moon

She walked to the center of her room, drew out a parchment. Her hand did not tremble as she wrote, though her breath became more sharp. Each stroke of her quill carried a kind of hatred that was colder than rage , the quiet, intelligent kind that planned centuries ahead.“To the Council of the Bound Moon, we gather tonight, beneath the old sky. Matters of the spring resurface. Attendance is no longer optional.”She pressed the royal seal into the wax. She chanted a mantra and the parchment ignited without smoke, dissolving into a thread of dark vapor that slithered toward the ceiling and vanished.She stood, unmoving, then her hands unclenched, and the air around her shifted , a subtle pull that made the torches flicker and die. Darkness gathered like wind. Her reflection in the mirror rippled, then split. She stepped forward, and the mirror swallowed her whole.The throne room vanished. Instead it was a void made of misty fog.The Queen reappeared at the thre

CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT: Survival

Third person pov The Bound Member Council always ended the same way... I vanished back to my castle and for a moment I just stood there, breathing in the cold, letting the weight of everything settle in. I pulled the hood my black cloak low and walked.The passage back to my chambers are just across the old archive. During the meeting, I could feel the council fear... Calculation stinging to me. And beneath it all, I panicked, thin and sharp as broken glass. But I didn't said much. I havent needed to. The spring answered to blood... Arya’s blood.History always finds a way back to your present, I thought.Back to my Chambers, I seethed with rage. I mind-linked Scott to get here immediately.Few minutes later Scott arrived. He stood near the pillar of black salt. His gait straight, hands at his sides, face composed with the care of a man who had learned how to mask his feelings . I stopped a pace away from him saying nothing just letting the silence do the firs

CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE: He is my brother

Queen POV Immediately after crystal dissapeared leaving me with different thoughts, I summoned my son and christabel."Mother, you called me," Light asked the moment they entered my room. His mate greeted me cautiously. But I have no time for her white lotus games tonight."Have you guys being playing footsie's and forgot there's an enemy in our den?" I asked furiously."No mother... Did anything happen this time?" "Not really but I want you to keep an eye on them." I said and dismissed them immediately.I dismissed the guards with a flick of my fingers and sealed the door myself. No witnesses. No echoes. What I was about to do did not belong to the crown... it belonged to the woman who wore it, and to the debts she had buried beneath centuries of rule.After sending my son and his mate. Kaid... he believed they were watchers. In truth, they were offering. Just pieces on a board that no longer obeyed me the way it once had. Blood always obeyed eventuall

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