Alle Kapitel von Tied To The Alpha King's Bed : Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

|| THIRD PERSON's POV||" Thank you for bringing this for me, Cohen."Reika thanked Cohen as she requested to see the arrow that was used to shoot Radolf. Cohen bowed in return, stepping back. Radolf was present in the room as well. He allowed her to investigate personally but she wasn't allowed to go outside alone. Most of her work needed to be done within the castle.The sky growled all of a sudden. A strong wave of wind came as a signal of rough weather. Radolf narrowed his eyes at the sky and remembered something important. He ordered Cohen who was standing with his head down," Princess Laura has gone to have a meeting with the female Alpha of Wooden Pack. It's quite far from here. Why don't you go and escort her here? We are living among enemies."Cohen's face turned black in a moment. He looked conflicted as he muttered uneasily," I think..she will be just fine..She doesn't like me..so..."His words were cut off after receiving a sharp glare from Radolf. Although they weren't

|| THIRD PERSON's POV||Princess Laura rode alone, the horse's hooves crunching on the cold road as she went north, into the unbroken and unknown lands beyond the kingdom. The wind howled through the trees, and the biting smell of pine stung the air. Laura didn't even feel the cold. She loved it. The icy hold of the northern winds was matched by the iciness in her heart.Cohen rushed to warn them, the loyal servant that he was. He had tried to stop her when he had learned what she had in mind. He had begged her to reconsider, to bring guards, to warn the council at least. But Laura had not been interested in listening. She had made up her mind. She was not going to stay behind in the castle anymore, having others decide for her. She would take things into her own hands, as she had always done.Trees around her thickened, their trunks more substantial as she went on. North lay ahead of her, and in the north was Myla, the woman Alpha—a woman with power and authority in her own right. La

Chapter 46|| THIRD PERSON's POV||Reika stepped down from the carriage, her own heart pounding as her boots touched the familiar ground of her upbringing pack. Her eyes roamed over the compound—rows of training wolves, some towing sacks of gear, others patrolling. It was organized. Managed. None of it, however, was her father's doing. Her piercing eyes located the figure at the center of it all. In command. Confident. Alaric.A strange tension twisted in her chest.He wasn't supposed to be here.Reika lingered in the shadows, moving silently across the border of the central training grounds. She had questions, and she wanted to be with her father. But as soon as she edged toward the central dwelling, a warrior spotted her and bowed deeply."Luna Reika—"She waved her hand. "Not here. Don't make it known."The wolf hesitated but nodded. Reika's attention returned to Alaric.He looked different. There was a malevolent looseness to his stride, like a man who had at last known power and

|| THIRD PERSON's POV||Reika knelt on the ground in front of Radolf, the weight of the moment crushing her. The sun was setting, casting the land in a soft orange glow, but already it seemed that the shadows of what she had to do were falling across her heart. She had no choice. She had come to beg her pack's pardon, to beg Radolf not to destroy them and undo all she had fought for. But as she knelt, waiting for his response, a sense of foreboding crept over her.Radolf's expression did not waver, eyes cold and impassive as he looked at her. He said not one word, allowing the silence to stretch out wide. Reika's heart pounded in her breast as she stood under the weight of his gaze, yet she did not say another word. She had nothing left to say. Everything that she already said was not enough compared to what was at stake.For a moment, there was only the wind blowing through the trees and distant animal screams. Then, sharp as a knife slicing through silence, Agnes's voice came in, co

Chapter 50|| COHEN's POV ||I walked along the corridor with a stiffness in my step, my hand brushing against the cold wall as if it would moor the storm inside me. They all knew Laura had been beaten, injured in the melee of the pack. Her pain burned deep inside, though I could not outwardly express it. I had chosen the mask I was going to wear before I came to her room.As I reached her doorway, two maids were hurrying out with damp cloths in their hands, their faces white and strained. They bowed their heads as soon as they saw me, but their eyes darted away swiftly, as though they feared to be caught staring at me. I pushed open the door without knocking.Laura sat on the bed's edge, her hair tousled, her lips compressed into a straight line. Her arm was bandaged, and one of the maids knelt before her, carefully patting at the bruises on her legs. The second maid stood next to her, cradling a bowl of water, wringing out another cloth.Her eyes flashed up when she realized it wa