Todos os capítulos de The Alpha King's Chosen : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

I woke up actually feeling rested for once. Spent a minute just lying there, not in any rush to move.Lira showed up with breakfast. “Morning,” she said, grinning. “You look better today.”“I actually feel better,” I told her.She set the tray down. “No training again. King’s orders.”“I know.”After eating, I got dressed, but then just sort of stood around, not sure what to do. No training left me with way too much time and nothing to fill it with.So, I wandered over to the library. It was quiet—almost empty. I wandered between the shelves, reading book titles, but honestly not taking any of it in. Eventually, I grabbed a book about plants, took it to a chair, and flipped it open.Inside, there were drawings of herbs and flowers. I turned the pages slow, not thinking about Leah’s letter or my family or anything hard. Just the pictures, and that was enough.After a while, I heard footsteps. Lucian appeared around the corner.“There you are,” he said.I shut the book. “Yep, here I am.

Aria’s POVLira knocked on my door.“Come in,” I called out.She walked in with my breakfast. “You look like you actually slept.”“I did.”She set the tray down. “Kael’s back. He’ll see you this afternoon. No rush, though. His Majesty said your morning is yours.”I sat up. “What’s on the schedule for today?”“Not much. Some mending for me. You could take a walk, if you want. Maybe some reading.” She poured tea into a cup. “It’s a quiet day. Enjoy it.”After breakfast, I got dressed slowly. I chose a simple grey dress. I braided my hair loosely, letting a few strands fall free.I wasn’t sure what to do. A whole morning with nothing planned felt strange. So I decided to find Lira.She was in the servants’ wing, sitting with a basket of mending. Shirts with torn sleeves, dresses with loose hems. Her hands moved quickly.“Need help?” I asked.She looked up, surprised. “You know how to mend?”“Yeah, I did this with my friend Leah back then.”Her smile softened. “Sure. Pull up a stool.”I s

Lucian's POV I found Kael in the training yard, just standing there, staring at the wall like he expected it to give him all the answers he’d been searching for. He wasn’t calm, more like frozen, stuck in the middle of some storm only he could see.“You good?” I asked, stepping up next to him. He didn’t look over. “Yeah. Just thinking.” His eyes stayed glued to the wall.I let the silence hang for a second. “Anyway, I need you to check something out. Looks like there’s a problem.”That finally got his attention. He turned, and his eyes, which were usually sharp, looked clouded and distant.“Aria got a letter. From her old pack.”Right then, his whole vibe changed. And suddenly he was all focus, dangerous and intense. “From who?” His words were quick, like he was ready for a fight. “Who sent it?”“A maid. Leah. Aria said she was her closest friend, the only one who was ever kind to her.” I handed him the letter. He took it slowly, his eyes scanning every line. When he hit the part a

With heavy steps, I walked to my study. Ronan was already there when I opened the door. He leaned over my desk, papers spread out everywhere. He looked up, his face serious."You look terrible," he said."I feel that way," I replied, closing the door. "What do you have for me?"He pushed a paper towards me. It was an old pack registry, the ink was already faded. A name was circled: Victor Hale. Next to it was a rough sketch of the pendant."I've been tracking the symbol," Ronan said. "It's old. Older than him. It's a family mark, but they don’t use it openly anymore. It's more like a personal seal, for things you don’t want the whole pack to see."I picked up the paper. The drawing of the twisted wolf and crescent moon looked even more ominous under the lamplight. "So it definitely belongs to him?""The symbol does," Ronan corrected. He tapped another page that listed names. "But that doesn’t mean he dropped it. This symbol would have been passed down. His father had it. Maybe his gra

Aria’s POVI slipped the letter into my pocket. It felt heavier than paper should, like it was dragging at my steps. I kept telling myself I’d show Lucian. I would. Just… not yet. First, I had to figure out why reading it made me feel so alone.The hall to my room was too quiet. My boots echoed on the stone, each step making my head feel louder. Silvermoon. My mother. This letter that should have mattered, but honestly, it felt like nothing at all.I shut my door and leaned against it, letting out a slow breath. I set the letter on my desk by the window. The paper was creased, sharp-edged from where I’d gripped it too tightly. I smoothed it out with my hand and sat down.To Aria, I hope you are well. Your father and I think of you often. We believe you are safe at the academy. Life here in Silvermoon is the same as always. We know you will act properly, the way you were raised. If you are not too busy, we would like you to write back. Sincerely, Evelyn HaleI read it again. A