All Chapters of Bride of the Sea-King Alpha: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

AssananBreath comes in a whisper now, and when air hits my lungs, it burns. I can barely feel my heart even beating anymore, and my mind fills with ghosts of the horrors I’ve done to this world.Pain is my punishment, and it’s not nearly enough for the horrors I’ve inflicted. I wish for death to come quickly, but I also know I’m not deserving of it.The stretcher rocks roughly as they carry me down the dungeon hallway. I don’t expect them to be gentle. How many of these men have lost loved ones at my hands? I thought they would beat me. I expected them to, but they don’t. They are of greater angels, and I do not deserve one moment of their gentle treatment.We pass out of the rotten dungeon and through the lower halls of the castle, and all I see is the gilded ceiling high above. How I’d once adored these bejeweled walls and all my earthly treasures, so much more than I’d valued the lives who hummed around me.I don’t know when I chose this evil path. My parents were kind enough to m

LyraMonths Later“Are you sure?” Cassian asks. “I don’t want to be far away with the baby so close.”“It’s not far,” I assure him. “The second I’m in labor, you’ll know. And labor takes a long time, right? My mother said I took about seven hours with me. You’re only an hour away, tops, if you shift and run.”He still doesn’t look convinced.“You can’t just sit around and wait for the baby,” I add. “She will come on her own schedule.”“Regardless, I’m changing the venue,” he insists. “I’ll have Alpha King Blake travel here.”I shake my head, but I can see in his eyes that he’ll accept no argument. “Okay,” I tell him. “I hope the Mountain-King Alpha doesn’t mind coming to Oceana.”“He won’t,” he says. “He’s a lot different than his father, Cobour, who wouldn’t dare set foot here after allying with Assanan.”“It’s been easy working with them now,” I agree. “His wife is so kind. It’s fun to work with Luna Queen Vera.”He leans in for a kiss, which is becoming more of a challenge these da

LyraThree Months Later“I’ll get her.”Cassian pulls the sheets away, following the baby’s cries into the nursery. I push myself up, propping the pillows around me to get into a good position for breastfeeding. In seconds, he’s back with our precious daughter, settling her into my arms for her feeding.Being a mother is so different than my life before, even when I was pregnant. Now that she’s here, an entirely new world has opened for us.I’ve loved her since the moment I knew I was pregnant, but nothing compares to having this little treasure here in my arms. In the early morning light that filters through the curtains, I can see the red glimmer in her hair. It’s kind of a combination of Cassian’s bright white and my strawberry blonde, and in the sun, it glistens like gold.Her eyes are closed now as she drinks hungrily, but I’ll never forget the moment I first glimpsed at those silver eyes. They’re so close to Cassian’s, but our little girl has her own unique look.Along with thos

Maggie“Kaya, breathe,” I tell her.I think she might be hyperventilating, but there’s no reason for that. I’ve just finished styling her hair into beach waves that flow all the way down her back, and she’s got the perfect amount of makeup on, a natural look since she’s already so pretty, she doesn’t really need makeup at all. It’s just enough to highlight her features a little. “I keep forgetting to!” she complains. “Oh, my Goddess. What if he doesn’t like me?!”“He’s going to love you,” I assure her, patting her shoulder.Honestly, I’m almost as nervous as she is, but it’s not because I’m worried that he won’t like her. She’s the sweetest, nicest girl I’ve ever met, so of course he’s going to adore her forever. Well, I suppose I have to call her a woman now, not a girl. She’s eighteen now and has a mate, after all.Oh, I can’t wait for their royal wedding! Goddess, what will I wear?We both hear the pattering of horse hooves approaching at the same time, followed by the unmistakab

OscarBy the time Commander Reynog calls for us to break camp, the straps of my backpack are cutting into my shoulders, and my shoes have left a stinging sore on my heel. Others have grumbled for miles about having preferred to run the distance in wolf form, but the commander insists that we toughen up in human form.And I’m not complaining. A little discomfort is nothing compared to what we face in battle. I agree with him. We have to be as tough as possible so we can face any adversary. The people of our kingdom depend on us.It’s my third year in this battalion, and I have an eye to the future. The commander has already admitted that he’s impressed with my abilities, and that puts me in line for a promotion to Royal Guardsman.It’s harder work and more responsibility than where I’m at now, and I’m ready for it. It’s also a higher paying position. I’ve got my eye on some land close to the border. The increase in pay could be just enough to make the mortgage, with a little left over