All Chapters of The Alpha King's Chosen : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aria’s POV “Line up!” Master Callen’s voice snapped through the air. I fell into formation beside Darin and Rian, my palms damp against the rough fabric of my training trousers. Everyone stiffened, backs straight, eyes forward. The Alpha King was coming. Callen’s boots clicked along the stones as he paced the line. “When His Majesty enters, you do not speak. You do not move. You do not even breathe unless instructed. Understand?” “Yes, Master!” we said together. My heart thundered. It had been weeks since the battle rounds, since I had last glimpsed him through the dust and chaos. Even then, his gaze had found me. I had not forgotten. Darin leaned close, whispering under his breath. “Do you think he remembers any of us?” “What a silly question, be quiet,” Rian hissed, eyes fixed straight ahead. Callen’s glare cut sharp. “No talking!” The air shifted. Every sound vanished—the wind, the birds, even the hammering of my own pulse. Boots echoed through the gates: slow, steady, me

Aria’s POVThe night air was cool against my skin, a relief after the heat and noise of the day. I slipped out of the barracks quietly, the courtyard lights already dim, the world hushed in soft silver. My body ached from training, but my thoughts refused to rest. Sleep felt impossible.I wrapped my shawl tighter around my shoulders and walked toward the edge of the grounds where the forest began. It was calm here, untouched by voices or orders.I took a slow breath and closed my eyes for a moment. The air was rich with pine and earth. Every sound felt sharper; the soft chirp of crickets, the whisper of wind through the leaves.It was supposed to be empty. No one ever came this far after curfew.But then I felt it. A shift in the air. A presence.My eyes opened, and I froze.A figure stood near the edge of the forest, tall and steady in the moonlight. I recognized the stillness before I recognized the man.The Alpha King.My heart skipped a beat. “Your Majesty,” I breathed, the words

Lucian’s POV The door shut behind me, cutting off the noise from the courtyard. For a while, I just stood there in my quarters at the academy, letting the silence settle. Ronan leaned against the wall near the desk. “That was intense,” he said quietly. “You didn’t have to go that hard on them.” I didn’t answer right away. I set the blade down and watched the faint smear of dust along its edge. “They needed to see what control looks like,” I said. He gave a low chuckle. “Control? Looked more like fear to me.” “Fear keeps them focused,” I replied. My tone was calm, but my thoughts were not. They had drifted somewhere else entirely, back to that single instant, that single spark that had cut through me like a pulse of light. It had been nothing, just the brush of her hand against mine. Yet somehow it felt like everything. That tiny spark had been sharp enough to stop my breath for a second. I hadn’t imagined it. I knew that much. Ronan’s voice broke the quiet. “You’re quiet,” h

Chapter 37 The day after the test came quiet. No drills, no orders. Just still air and sore bodies. Most of the trainees gathered near the courtyard to rest. Some sat on the stone fence, others leaned against the walls, talking in low voices. I joined them because it was easier than being alone. Kellan threw a small stone across the yard and sighed. “They said we won’t train today. I think that’s their way of saying we all looked bad.” “Maybe,” Bram said, half-smiling. “Or maybe they’re giving us time to heal. My ribs still hurt from the King’s kick.” Jonas laughed. “You should be proud he even kicked you. He just looked at me, and I fell.” A few of them laughed. I did too, but only a little. My hands were still sore from the fight, and my mind still felt full. Theo, one of the boys, leaned closer to Kellan. “They say you did better than anyone, Aria.” My stomach turned a bit. “They say a lot of things.” Rian grinned. “They also say the King went easy on you.” “Maybe he did

Aria’s POV The dining hall was already full when I walked in. Voices filled the air, soft at first and then rising here and there when someone laughed. Plates clinked together. The smell of warm bread and meat drifted across the room. I took a seat at the end of one of the long tables. My legs felt heavy from the morning drills. I tried not to think about the way my arms still ached from the last round of training. The bench creaked a little as I sat, and I was glad for the chance to rest. Lira was moving between tables with a tray in her hands. Her hair was tied back, and there was a faint shine of sweat on her face. “Aria,” she said, smiling a little as she came closer. “You’re here early.” “Not that early,” I said. “I was just tired of the field.” She nodded and set a plate in front of me. The bread was soft, still warm, and there was stew in a small bowl beside it. “Eat while it’s hot,” she said. “Callen says you’ll need your strength.” I gave a small laugh. “He always say