All Chapters of The Alpha King’s Mate Is An Ancient: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The next time Lillia saw her carriage, memories rushed back in a violent surge, then settled just as quickly, soothed by the reminder of why she was leaving the palace again. When her gaze landed on her guards, she breathed. They are not stopping you? Fenris’ voice brushed her thoughts. No. My restrictions have been lifted. Lillia answered. She stepped quietly into the carriage, Maera following after. Oh…? Fenris pressed closer, amused. Feels like I missed a lot while I was asleep yesterday. Anything else you’re not telling me?Heat crept up Lillia’s cheeks, and she turned her gaze away from Maera. Should she tell Fenris about her moment on Regaleon’s horse?You rode on Regaleon’s horse? Fenris latched onto the thought immediately, circling it with sharp, bright curiosity. Lillia… spill. Now.Well—after he addressed me as his woman to Elder Greyson, I rode with him. Lillia admitted, her face burning as she continued. I fell asleep for a moment, and during that time, my body… di

Now… I wonder if she was also a prospective bride. Lillia’s lips curved slightly as she dropped the chalice. That would justify the motive. Fenris snarled. Yes. It would. Lillia replied quietly. They had started with the maidens, then Lady Blackwell, and when it backfired, they targeted Liora Silvervein. Almost as if they wanted to eliminate every obstacle blocking them from obtaining the position beside the Alpha. She scoffed. They didn’t even mind destroying another life to achieve it. Fenris went silent for a moment, then suddenly, as if it irked her, she spoke. But why had they targeted the maidens at first? Lillia clasped her hands as her chest fell with a silent sigh. That may yet remain a mystery. Lillia met the couple's gaze once again and with a soft smile, she spoke. "Thank you for the refreshments, Lady Blackwell," she met Nefertiti's gaze with a soft smile, before turning to Seth. "The fruit is lovely." Lillia paused slightly, weighing her next statement. W

By the time the maidens stepped back, pride gleamed in their expressions like artists surveying a finished masterpiece, and Lillia could barely recognise herself. Her silver hair had been swept up into an elegant coil at the nape of her neck, smooth and luminous, threaded with fine strands that glittered in the night light like frost. A few wisps had been left deliberately loose, softening the severity. It brushed against her temples and her cheek, beautifully, embellishing her already defined facial features. The deep, inky blue-black gown clung to her body like a second skin, dusted with faint specks that shimmered like a scattered constellation. It hugged her frame perfectly, before falling away in a long, fluid train that brushed silently against the floor with her every moment. From her slender waist, a sheer veil of fabric also trailed behind, weightless as mist. When it caught the light from the window, the luminescence was as though it had been spun from the moonlight itsel

While the palace slumbered beneath the pale glow of the half-moon, beyond its towering gates villages lay scattered across the lowlands, their roofs dark and hearth fires dimmed.While families curled into rest after a long day of labour, night insects filled the air with a steady hum, and somewhere far off, a lone wolf howled and was quickly answered by silence.Life had slowed.This was the hour when worries were set aside and tomorrow’s problems were left for the morning.Yet, while Wolfsbane slept beneath quiet skies, House Greyson did not.“What is the meaning of this, Damiel?” A loud voice echoed, followed by a heavy white beard and shoulders built like stone pillars. “Why have you summoned me at this hour without prior notice, and not to the great hall but your house?”He stepped into the dimly lit room carrying an aura that seemed heavier than he could bear. “Monspeet Beaumont, welcome.” Elder Damiel said slowly, gesturing to the empty chairs in front of him. “Sit.”Elder Mon

She almost knew what Selene was about to say, almost like a premonition, but even after hearing it, she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. “Selene.” Lillia’s voice was dangerously low. “What do you mean it happened to you?” “It means I was also haunted,” Selene’s body trembled as she spoke. “I am Selene Valcrest, daughter of a border Marquis whose lands sat between Wolfsbane and rogue territories. My family specialised in diplomacy and quiet treaties. When I turned fifteen, they hosted an unveiling.” Her voice cleared up as she held herself, but her head remained bowed. “Till date, I never knew the guests at my unveiling, but there was a suitor I had been promised to.” A sad scoff escaped her lips. “When my father discovered who it was, he rejected the marriage offer. However, according to tradition, any promises or agreements made on Veil Night are binding. So breaking a Veil accord is grounds for exile or execution.”Tears began to fall. “My father—he…” Selene suddenly lifted