Todos los capítulos de My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

We didn't stay for the cake cutting. Honestly, watching Liam and Chloe feed each other frosting would have made me vomit all over my expensive dress.Killian swept me out of the Grand Hall as effortlessly as he had brought me in. The valet brought his car around—a sleek, matte black beast that roared like a predator in the quiet night.As soon as the car door closed, shutting out the noise and the prying eyes, I slumped back against the leather seat."Tired?" Killian asked, glancing at me as he steered the car onto the main road leading back to the Forbidden Wing."Exhausted," I admitted, closing my eyes. "My adrenaline crashed. Now I just feel... drained.""It is to be expected," Killian said, his voice low and rumbling. "You used a lot of energy tonight. And the pup takes its share."I rested my hand on my stomach. It was still flat, but I could feel the strange, humming warmth inside. It was hungrier now.Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit me. The car turned a corner, and my stomach

Being pregnant with twins apparently meant I was now a national treasure. Or a very fragile piece of glass."I have to go to the city," Killian announced two days later, fastening his cufflinks. He looked annoyed at the prospect of leaving. "The Council is demanding a meeting about the border territories. If I don't show, they'll come here.""Go," I said, adjusting his tie. It felt strangely domestic, a routine we had fallen into effortlessly. "We'll be fine. I have Netflix and a view."Killian caught my hand and kissed the palm. "I've increased the perimeter guards. And I hired some staff to help you. Cooking, cleaning... you shouldn't be lifting a finger.""Staff?" I hesitated. "Strangers?""Vetted strangers," Killian assured me. "They are from a neutral pack. They don't know who you are, just that they are paid well to be discreet."He kissed me hard, a lingering taste of coffee and possession, and then he was gone.An hour later, the staff arrived. Two older women for the kitchen,

The private courier envelope sat on my vanity table like a bomb waiting to detonate.My hands were shaking as I tore it open. It had cost me a fortune to bribe the lab technician to rush this DNA test, but it would be worth it.Mara, that stupid maid, had actually come through. She swore the tissue she retrieved was used by the man Elena was living with."Please let it be a rogue," I prayed, pulling out the papers. "Please let it be some random, dirty guard."If Elena was pregnant with a nobody's brat, I could laugh her out of the pack. I could convince the Council she was unfit, impure, a disgrace to her bloodline. Liam would be disgusted forever.I unfolded the document. My eyes scanned past the medical jargon, looking for the summary at the bottom.SUBJECT A (Mother): Elena Vance. SUBJECT B (Paternal Source): Unknown Male (DNA Match Found in Database).PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY: 99.9998%I smirked. She was pregnant. Step one complete.Then, my eyes drifted to the section titled "Pat

The training sessions helped, but the isolation was still getting to me. So when the intercom buzzed on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, announcing a delivery, I perked up like a puppy."Package for Miss Elena," the guard's voice crackled. "It passed the explosive and metal scans. It's just food."Killian was in his study on a conference call. I walked to the door as the guard handed over a small, pastel-colored bakery box tied with a white ribbon.There was a card attached. I recognized the handwriting instantly. It was messy, hurried script.My father's.My heart did a traitorous little flip. I opened the card.“Elena, I know things were said that shouldn't have been. I want to fix this. I remember these were your favorites. Let's talk? - Dad.”I opened the box. Inside sat four perfect lemon tarts, dusting with powdered sugar.Tears pricked my eyes. I hadn't had these since I was ten, back before my mother died, before the stepmother and Chloe moved in. My father used to bring them home o

Killian stayed behind in the Council chamber to "finalize the details" (which probably meant threatening the Elders into submission). I stepped out into the cool, stone corridor to wait for him.My hand rested absently on my stomach. The twins were quiet now, settled by the submission of the pack. It was strange—they craved power, and today, they got a feast of it."Elena."The voice was ragged. Broken.I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. My heart didn't race. My palms didn't sweat. There was just a dull, annoying thrum of irritation.I turned slowly.Liam stood there. He looked terrible. His tie was crooked, his eyes red-rimmed, and the arrogant Alpha posture was gone, replaced by a slump of defeat."What do you want, Liam?" I asked, checking my nails."I... I didn't know," he stammered, taking a step closer. "I didn't know you were carrying Royal blood. If I had known...""If you had known, what?" I interrupted. "You wouldn't have rejected me? You would have kept me aro