All Chapters of The Alpha King’s Mate Is An Ancient: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The arena was packed full when Lillia arrived. It rose in layered stone tiers and was shaped like a mini Colosseum. Hung high above were coloured long banners carrying the Wolfsbane crest, all five in total. The colours of all the founding houses. Lillia thought as her gaze scanned the arena. Rows and rows of benches surrounded the arena, overlooking the battle beneath. Above the benches was a tent where the Elders and Ladies of the high court sat. And she stood at the entrance of this tent. When her presence was noticed all heads turned in her direction, and they all stood at once, bowing briefly as an escort led her to the forefront. Lillia followed her escort to the royal seating and took her place quietly, just as shouts and screams rose in reaction to the current battle the moment a soldier fell, dust and sand rising in his place. She had missed most of the trials. “Pack and honoured guests, that concludes the final match for this round.” The announcer’s voice boomed acr

Wait—he’s attacking? Why isn’t he moving?Lillia watched the arena. She watched the way Regaleon stood without tension in his shoulders or weight in his stance, even as Garret rushed toward him like a ravenous beast.The announcer’s voice rose and fell somewhere in the background, riling the crowd into a frenzy she barely registered as her fingers tightened slowly against the armrest.“You were right,” Lillia said quietly to Ashbourne, never taking her eyes off Regaleon.Conrad exhaled. “This isn’t how he used to be.”“What do you mean?” Her brow creased. “He used to be more…present,” Conrad continued, choosing his words carefully. “He had a welcoming light, and the gentleness that accompanied it when Queen Dravenhart was still alive, but this dimmed after her death and completely vanished after he became King.”Lillia swallowed. “And now?”“Now,” Conrad said, “he’s the unpredictable beast of Wolfsbane. Feared and respected by many, he has made Wolfsbane powerful, but at what expen

Instant shock ran through the room. Lillia shivered from the cold, large goosebumps swelling immediately, as she remembered all the times she felt watched, the times she was chased from the garden, her dreams. Could it have been the cause?“But that would have been destroyed by now,” Selene’s voice rose suddenly, her brows creasing in the process. “It fulfilled its purpose when Lillia fell off the eastern tower.”Maera heaved. “True.”But Kyla’s gaze darted about the room, unsettled. “But why is Lillia still seeing and hearing things?”“I was, but not anymore.” Lillia answered quietly, the realization just hitting her. “Wait—” Selene bolted upright startling the women, her gaze wandered about the room briefly, and then she began searching. “What are you searching for?” Lillia stood too, but did not move. “Lady Amelia said it will not leave until it has taken you. What if she wasn’t referring to the entity, but the killer? And what if there has been yet another invocation spell t

What do you mean 'Veil Night’?” “It’s happening. It’s happening again.” Selene cut in suddenly. She paced the room hurriedly, biting her fingers as Lillia reached and grabbed her hands, pulling her gently to the bed. Fenris stirred, displeased. “Can someone explain what is going on?” “A letter arrived for His Majesty from House Greyson this morning. Maera bribed the messenger for information.” Kyla explained quickly, glancing at Maera, and Lillia followed Kyla’s gaze. “It is true, My Lady. I didn’t want to at first, but with the brutal exchange between you and Lady Greyson, I needed to be sure, and to remain updated concerning the investigation.”I definitely wasn’t expecting that. Fenris whispered in approval, her presence sharpening. But not bad, Maera. Not bad at all. “What did the messenger say?” Lillia caressed Selene’s trembling hands as she focused on Maera. “House Greyson will hold a coming of age ceremony for their youngest daughter, Lady Fiona Greyson, on the night

"Is this… really me?”When Eva finally stood in front of the full-length mirror, barely recognising herself, she cried. Her palms touched her face, hair, and jewelry, before finally brushing down her gown. Like pieces to a whole, everything fitted perfectly. Her gown flowed down in a luminous white, layered in fine tulle that drifted like mist around her frame. The structured bodice curved into a soft sweetheart neckline, sculpted to perfection and dusted with diamond-like stones that shimmered like scattered stars against the fabric. There was also a delicate cluster of crystals that cinched her waist before the skirt spilled outward in airy volume. When she moved, a subtle slit revealed controlled glimpses of her leg, with sheer sleeves that floated weightlessly down her arms. At her throat rested a fine diamond choker, matching drop earrings brushing her jaw, and slender crystal bangles that chimed softly at her wrists.“Easy. You’ll ruin your makeup.” Kyla chuckled, reaching ou