Semua Bab Rejected By The Beta, Claimed By The Alpha King: Bab 121 - Bab 130

I followed Amelia back to my office, the weight of her fury preceding her like a physical force. Each step she took seemed to leave scorch marks on the stone floor, her shoulders rigid beneath the borrowed guard’s cloak. Ares whined within me, confused and agitated. ‘Why mate angry?’ he kept asking, genuinely bewildered. ‘Protected her. Killed threats.’ I couldn’t make him understand what was so clear to my human half—that protection without respect wasn’t protection at all. It was control. And I had promised her, sworn to her, that I would never try to control her again.The door to my office stood ajar, as if expecting our arrival. Amelia pushed it open without hesitation, the heavy wood creaking in protest. She didn’t wait for me, didn‘t look back to see if I followed. She simply assumed I would, and of course, she was right. I would follow her anywhere—across continents, into b

The walk back to our bedroom was quiet, our fingers intertwined but our minds still processing the weight of words exchanged. With each step down the palace corridors, I felt the distance between us shrinking, though not yet gone completely. Athena had settled within me, her copper presence curled contentedly closer to Ares’s golden warmth through our bond.The fight wasn’t forgotten, couldn’t be forgotten, but the sharp edges had dulled, leaving behind something we could both hold without bleeding.The guards stationed outside our chambers bowed their heads respectfully, their eyes carefully averted. I wondered briefly what rumours were already circulating about our argument in the forest, about the King chasing his Queen through the trees. Palace walls had ears, and forest floors had eyes. By morning, everyone would know something had fractured between us, even if they didn’t know the details.Lukas pushed the door open, his hand on the small of my back as he guided me

The morning sunlight streamed through my office windows, painting golden rectangles across the black granite floor. I watched Amelia pace before the whiteboard she’d insisted on installing weeks ago; “I need to visualise my problems,” she’d argued then, her copper hair catching fire in the light. We’d made it through the night, found our way back to each other’s arms, but the morning had brought with it the cold reality of our situation: someone out there wanted my mate dead, and despite all my power as Alpha King, I still didn’t know who or why.“Let’s go through it again,” Amelia said, uncapping a marker with unnecessary force. The scent of ink hit my nose, sharp and chemical, not entirely masking the lingering wolfsbane taint that still clung to her skin beneath her soap-and-cinnamon scent. Her body had healed, but the poison’s ghost remained, a constant reminder of how close I’d come to losing her.Dominic stood by the door, his scarred face impassive though his eye

Three days had passed since Ethan delivered that haunting letter, and I still couldn’t shake the chill that had settled in my bones. Each night I’d lain awake beside Lukas, studying his sleeping face in the moonlight, trying to imagine a world where I could ever harm him.The very thought made Athena whine in distress, her copper presence curling protectively around the bond we shared with Ares. Whatever this “Voice” believed about me, about some destiny I supposedly had, they didn’t understand the most fundamental truth of my existence, Lukas wasn’t just my mate or my King, he was my choice. And no hidden past, no matter how mysterious, could change that. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself as we prepared to interrogate Ethan.Dr. Elara had worked tirelessly with him since his capture, her ancient knowledge of werewolf medicine pushed to its limits as she attempted to break through whatever chemical fog clouded his mind. I’d visited the secure medical wing each day,

The afternoon sun slanted through the office windows, marking the passage of hours since Ethan had called me by that name. Amala Luna Velasco. I rolled the syllables through my mind for the hundredth time as Lukas and I waited for Nico and Dominic to return. The name felt like a splinter beneath my skin; foreign yet somehow part of me, impossible to ignore now that it had embedded itself in my consciousness. Athena paced restlessly within me, copper fur rippling with agitation as we both wondered: was this truly who I was meant to be?Lukas sat across from me, ice-blue eyes tracking my movements as I circled the room. His outward calm couldn’t mask the tension radiating through our bond; Ares‘s presence was alert, watchful, like a sentinel preparing for an unseen attack.“They’re late,” I muttered, glancing at the antique clock on the wall. My fingers drummed against my thigh, a nervous habit I’d dev