All Chapters of The king of Ashes : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Alessandro’s POV) The small, unmarked jet cut through the night sky like a silent, black blade, leaving the lights of Chicago far behind us, and as I watched the Citadel shrink into a small, glittering jewel on the vast, dark plain, I felt the familiar, heavy armor of the King settle back onto my soul. I was leaving the only place that felt like home, leaving the woman I loved more than breath, but I was doing it to protect the peace I had just fought and paid for, so there was no room for hesitation, only cold, absolute certainty. The cabin of the jet was quiet, completely sterile, giving me nothing to look at but my own reflection in the dark window, and the man staring back was a study in cold control, the kind of man who makes impossible choices and never looks back. Lucian had stayed behind, a necessary safeguard for Isabella, but his absence left the air around me thin and tense, forcing me to rely entirely on the tactical reports filtering through the encrypted satellite

(Alessandro’s POV) The small jet leveled out high above the clouds, leaving the aggressive energy of New York far below us, so the cabin was suddenly filled with a heavy, unnatural silence, a quiet broken only by the steady hum of the engines. I sat facing Kate Rossi, the woman who had caused all this pain, who had nearly destroyed Isabella and our future, and she was still secured, the dark hood hiding her face, her body slumped against the leather seat. I watched her for a long time, my gaze cold and unyielding, because she was no longer the frail, grieving widow, she was a high-value threat, a package of poison that needed to be fully neutralized. Dante’s men had done their job perfectly, binding her hands with soft but unbreakable restraints, and they had given her a small dose of a mild sedative, just enough to keep her quiet during the flight but not enough to hurt her. She was breathing shallowly, her body occasionally twitching with a suppressed tremor, a woman held capt

(Alessandro’s POV) A week passed in a strange, fragile peace, a quiet so unnatural it felt like the deep, heavy stillness before an earthquake. Isabella was recovering, her physical strength returning with each day, and the beautiful, warm light was slowly coming back to her eyes. I had kept my word, staying by her side, working from the penthouse study so she would never wake up alone. I watched her read in the library, I held her hand as we walked on the terrace, and I kissed her goodnight every night, but every time I looked at her, my heart ached with the weight of my secret. The lie I had told her in that sterile, white medical room felt like a living thing, a cold, heavy stone in my gut. It was just stress, Angel. I had told that lie to protect her, to shield her from the unimaginable pain of knowing she had been pregnant, and that I had been the one to end it. But as she healed, as she smiled at me with a trust so pure and so complete, the lie began to feel less like a sh

(Alessandro’s POV) I loved her, way too much to make sense, and I was never crazy about sex, but with Isabella, I found that sometimes it was all I wanted to do. I wanted to kiss every part of her, my mouth watering the more I thought about her thighs over my head, and she quickly became fidgety, moving and groaning on top of me. "Alessandro," she whispered, her voice almost unrecognizable. I leaned down, finding her low and eager eyes when I whispered, "Can you kiss me, Angel?" Her hand planted on the back of my head, pulling me in for a kiss she didn't wait to give me, her lips were soft, but our kiss was anything but soft and slow and patient, it was rough, and deep enough for her tongue to touch mine, so I quickly succumbed to the feeling, letting out a small groan when her teeth dragged over my lower lip. I could kiss her for so long, her hand weaved through my hair, bringing me closer, and I felt a shiver crawl over my spine. Her tongue rolled with mine and a moan came

Isabella pov The night air was a biting caress against my skin as I stepped out into the courtyard garden, the wind brushing sharply through the silver-leafed olive trees that lined the ancient stone path. The world felt strangely, unnervingly quiet, as if the Citadel itself were holding its breath, waiting for the fallout of the storm that had just leveled the library. The silence hung heavy inside me, a physical weight that made every step feel like I was wading through deep, freezing water. I pulled my shawl tighter around my shoulders, but the chill I felt had nothing to do with the winter wind. It was radiating from the inside out.The truth had been spoken—unvarnished, brutal, and utterly devastating. It was supposed to be the key to my cage, the absolute honesty I had begged Alessandro for since the moment I was brought to this fortress. Yet, now that I had it, all I felt was the suffocating ache of guilt pressing down on my chest. I had demanded his soul, and when he finally