Semua Bab SUPREME ALPHA KING’S HYBRID MATE : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The Supreme Alpha Kings kingdom was buzzing with life. Banners of deep crimson and gold waved from towering battlements, and the courtyard echoed with hurried footsteps and exciting murmurs.Inside the marble walled palace, servants dashed to and fro in anticipation of the grand feast honoring the return of the King’s firstborn son—and future Beta after years spent in the cold lands of Russia.Among the busy maids, a blonde girl no older than seventeen, weaved between servants, her arms full of polished silverware.Her big green eyes sparkled with determination as she placed each piece carefully on the long banquet table, which shimmered brightly under the glow of the crystal chandelier.She worked silently, diligently, and couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. She had heard tales of the Princes strength and charm, how he had trained beside wolves, fought alongside generals, and knew every corridor of the palace without stepping foot in it. He was the Alpha’s pride who was no

The palace rose like a mountain carved from moonlight and shadow. With towers that scraped the heavens and marbled walls. It pulsed with ancient magic of the first bloodline. The birth place of the Alphas of Alphas.The sprawling palace grounds shimmered in the morning dew, gardens stretching into the mist, guarded by black ironed gates etched with ancient runes and below,nestled near the eastern wing, stood the royal kitchens. Where the scent of warm bread, spiced meat, and fresh herbs danced through the corridors. Athena, stood at the basin near the window, wearing her maids uniform. She rolled her sleeves as she scrubbed the porcelain dishes, the water now tepid and flecked with soap and oil.But her hands moved without direction.Her mind was far away lost in the memory of last night.Prince Lucian.She had never know a prince to be so…gentle.Their conversation last night in his bedroom. Their proximity. The way he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close. The feelin

Prince Lucian held Athena close, his hand firm around her waist, the other gently cupping her jaw. His lips met hers in a kiss that deepened with urgency. At first, Athena melted into it, heart pounding, but then she hesitated there was something off. She pulled back slightly, breathing heavily and her brows drew together. A strong unmistakable scent wafted off him.“You’ve been drinking.” She said quietly, her eyes scanning his face. His pupils were slightly dilated, cheeks flushed.Lucian leaned in again, reaching for her, but Athena stepped back.“I said your drunk.” She repeated firmer this time. He scoffed, stumbling softly as he tried to follow her retreat. “I’m not.” He muttered, but his words were just a bit too blurred, his stance just a bit too unsteady.Athena’s gaze flickered to the side. On the ornate table by the hearth sat a half empty bottle of strong amber liquor. Her heart sank.“Prince Lucian…” she whispered, disappointment lingering in her chest. When he tried

After rounds of heated sex, Athena lay wasted on Prince Lucian’s bed, she was sore, her legs were weak. Waking up to the sound of the shower and Lucian not being beside her, Athena concludes that he is taking a bath.She covers her face with both hands, waiting for regret to come but it never did. She was angry, more than angry that Lucian didn’t Recognize her as his mate. She was with him the whole night doing so many things she is too shy to talk about, even till the morning.Athena was surprised at Lucian’s stamina. At the fifth round she expected him to be tired, but it seemed like each time he came,he got strength to pound her again. Lucian stepped out of the bathroom stark naked. Athena gasped, her eyes widened.“Good morning Athena.” Lucian greeted with a smirk. His hair was still wet from the shower and his chest glistened like a glazed doughnut.“…um G—Good… morning Your Highness…”She managed to say, all the while blushing furiously.Lucian laughed at her facial expression.

The clang of copper pots and the hiss of boiling water filled the palace kitchens long before dawn cracked the sky open. Smoke curled from the brick ovens, mixing with the glaze of honey glazed pheasants and the earthy aroma of roasted root vegetables.Athena stood at the far counter, sleeves rolled past her elbows, flour dusting her arms like snowflake. Her hands moved with practiced ease, kneading dough, chopping herbs, arranging golden pastries on ivory platters. “They say she’s even more beautiful now.”One maid whispered, cheeks flushed with excitement. “ Lady Helena. The chosen mate? Back from Russia, touched by the moon priest themselves.”Athena didn’t flinch, but her jaw tightened.“She’ll become queen soon.” Another maid chimed in wide eyed. “Even prince Lucian had dated her when they were in Russia, they were not only best friends but lovers as well.”In the corner, near the basket of wild roses meant for the banquet tables, Athena stood frozen, clutching a silver tray