All Chapters of My Alpha, My Heart : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11The Alpha King’s WishAnne POVThe room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a lantern resting on a nearby table. The air smelled of herbs, smoke, and something far heavier. Something that clung to the back of my throat and made my heart tighten with each breath.I stood frozen at the doorway, unable to take another step. My hand shook as it gripped the doorframe. The man lying on the bed looked nothing like the Alpha King I once knew.His once powerful shoulders were smaller now. His face was thin. His once sharp eyes were half-closed, as if even staying awake required all the strength he had left. Tubes lay across his body, connected to strange-looking wolf-made medical devices. His breathing came slow and shaky.A ball of pain lodged in my throat.He was dying. Really dying.Charles stood behind me. I felt the weight of his stare, but he said nothing. He did not need to. The silence in the room said everything.I forced my feet to move, one small step at a time, until

Chapter 13A Power I Never Asked ForAnne POVWalking back into the Alpha King’s room felt like pushing open a door I wasn’t ready to enter. My heart thumped so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it. The air inside the room was warm, heavy, and filled with the scent of herbs and fading energy.The Alpha King lay exactly the way I left him. Eyes half-closed. Chest rising faintly. Skin pale. His breathing was shallow, almost fragile, like the air could slip away from him at any moment.I swallowed hard.Charles didn’t let go of my hand until the very last second, and even then he hesitated before stepping back. He stayed close, watching both me and his father, his jaw tight, his eyes sharp.The healers bowed slightly when we entered, but they kept their distance. They knew Charles wanted privacy. And maybe they sensed something different about me too.I forced myself forward. My legs trembled, my hands shook, but I moved until I stood right beside the Alpha King’s bed. His eyes flutt

Chapter 15The Room I Once Called HomeAnne POVCharles insisted on walking me to the guest chamber the healers prepared. I didn’t want him to, but he didn’t give me the chance to argue. He stayed close the entire way, his steps quiet but tense, his eyes scanning every corner as if Stephanie might jump out at any moment.The halls hadn’t changed much. Same stone walls. Same flickering lanterns. Same long corridors that once felt endless whenever Helena sent me on late-night errands. The memories hit me harder than I expected.The whispers.The stares.The loneliness.Everything washed over me one scene at a time.I hugged my arms around myself, suddenly feeling that old fear creep in. Charles noticed immediately.“Anne,” he said softly, “you are safe here.”I did not answer. The words sounded nice, but the walls of this place held more ghosts than comfort.We reached a door at the far end of the hall. Charles opened it and stepped aside.“You will stay here,” he said. “It is one of th

Chapter 17Between His Arms and the DarkAnne POVCharles did not give me time to argue. The moment he decided we were leaving the room, he pulled me closer as if he expected Stephanie to burst out of the shadows at any moment. His hand wrapped firmly around my wrist, warm and steady, a direct contrast to the icy chill that still lingered on my skin from whatever presence had touched me moments ago.My heart was still racing. My legs felt light, almost numb, but Charles did not slow down. His steps were firm and heavy as he marched down the corridor, his wolf aura spreading ahead of us like a shield.I could barely find my voice. “Where are we going?”He did not look at me. His jaw was tense. “Somewhere safer. Somewhere she cannot reach you.”“She was under the bed, Charles.” My voice cracked. “How did she even get inside the room if the barrier is supposed to keep her out?”He inhaled sharply. It was not anger. It was something darker. Something heavier. “Stephanie has been dealing w

Chapter 19Threads of Light and ShadowsAnne POVI did not sleep much.Even inside Charles’s room, with its warm light and thicker barrier, my mind refused to calm down. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those glowing amber eyes under the bed. Every time I tried to relax, I heard that soft whisper in my ear.She is coming for you.I woke up before dawn, staring at the ceiling. The room smelled like pine and leather, faintly mixed with Charles’s scent. It wrapped around me in a way that was strangely comforting and deeply unsettling at the same time.I turned my head.Charles had allowed me to take the bed while he rested on a long couch on the other side of the room. His arm covered his face, his chest rising and falling slowly. For a moment, he looked younger. Softer. Like the boy who used to sneak food from the kitchen and share it with me behind the stables.My heart ached at the memory.He must have sensed my stare, because his arm shifted and his eyes slowly opened. They met min