Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated to the Alpha King: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The words fell into the oppressive heat of the forge, a quiet surrender. 'Sometimes...when the cold sets in' It was an admission of pain, of a weakness he had hidden from the world for years, and he had given it to her. Winter’s heart ached with a feeling so sharp and unfamiliar it stole her breath. It was empathy. Pure, undiluted empathy for the monster everyone feared. In the hellish glow of the fire, she didn’t see the Alpha King or the blood soaked butcher from the garden. She saw a lonely man with a wound that never truly healed.Her fear was a distant thing, a buzzing fly in a room suddenly filled with the roar of a furnace. All she could feel was a desperate, insane urge to offer some kind of comfort, a balm for a wound that wasn’t on his skin.“That’s....” she started, her voice a raw whisper, “that’s not fair.”He didn’t turn, his broad back still to her, a wall of rigid, sculpted muscle. A short, harsh, and utterly humorless laugh escaped him. “Fair? Fairness is a child’s

Jax scrubbed his hands over his face. “Thirteen years, Snow. Thirteen years I’ve known him as this..... thing. And he’s told you more in one night than he’s told me in the last five years combined.” He looked at her, and the fear in his eyes was replaced by a flicker of something else, something fragile and bright. Hope. “You’re getting through. I don’t know how, but you’re actually getting through the ice.” He sobered, his expression turning serious. “But you have to be careful. You saw him. You push him, he pushes back. Harder. He locked the door this time. He might not open it again.” He was wrong. The next day passed in a haze of silence. Winter expected the silence to feel empty, a punishment. But it didn’t. It felt full. The bond was a low constant hum, but it was different now. It was sullen, bruised, and confused, but the thread of their shared secret was woven through it, a single strand of gold in the grey. Late in the afternoon, the ancient servant, Elspeth, entere

Winter existed in a state of suspended terror. Days had passed since Ezekiel's violent claiming in the shadow of the laundry, since his mouth had bruised hers, his hands had seared her skin. Each creak of the citadel, each distant shout, sent her heart leaping into her throat, convinced he was coming for her, to finish what he'd started, or to punish her for..... for what? For being there? For being his? For making him lose that terrifying control?He hadn't come.Zoe still brought her meals, her eyes wider and more frightened than ever, if that were possible. The servant girl would practically throw the tray onto the table and flee, her silence a testament to the fear that permeated every stone of this cursed place. Winter didn't try to speak to her anymore. What was there to say?The door to her chamber was now almost always bolted. The brief periods of it being left ajar had ceased entirely after that incident. It was a clear messageShe was a prisoner, more so now than ever. T

From a high, shadowed window in the adjoining library tower, Ezekiel watched her. He had told himself he wouldn't. He had told himself he would give her space, let Jax's ridiculous 'not wilting' plan take its course. But he couldn't stay away. The bond, her presence, pulled at him. She looked so small in the vastness of the garden, her white hair a stark splash of silver against the muted greens and browns. She wasn't moving, just sitting on the bench, her head slightly bowed. was she crying?? he couldn't tell from this distance. The thought sent an unwelcome pang through him. He watched her for a long time. She eventually began to explore, her movements hesitant at first, then a little more confident. She touched the rough bark of a tree, ran her fingers over the velvety moss on the fountain's edge. She seemed......drawn to the quiet, forgotten beauty of the place. His father's voice echoed in his mind. A white-haired witch killed your mother. They are deceit, wrapped in false

[Crescent Citadel, West Wing Garden, Late Autumn Afternoon, Three Days After the Storm]Winter had been walking the library garden for nearly an hour, her fingers trailing over the rough bark of the gnarled trees, her breath misting faintly in the cooling air. Gareth stood his usual post by the iron gate, a statue of indifference, though she'd caught him watching her with something that might've been curiosity once or twice. The sky above was a pale, washed out grey, promising rain but not yet delivering. Everything felt suspended, waiting.The last three days had been strange. Not bad strange. Just..different. After that morning in Ezekiel's rooms, after her insane declaration that she'd stay, he'd escorted her back to her own chambers himself. He hadn't spoken, but he'd walked beside her through the citadel's corridors, his presence, a silent, massive shadow. Word had spread fast. The staff who saw them had stared, open mouthed, before scurrying away. Jax had appeared later w