Semua Bab Blood Moon's Alpha: His Rejected Mate, His Hidden Heir: Bab 11 - Bab 19

I grab Caspian by the back of his neck and rip him off her. My fist connects with his jaw before he can even breathe a word.He staggers back, blood breaking from his lip. I hit him again. Harder this time.Something in me enjoys the sound of my knuckles splitting his lips more than it should.I can't explain it.His damn hands on her feel too personal.I hate it.“You dare touch a woman like this in my house?” My voice is calm. Too calm. “I should remove your hands for that.”Caspian spits blood, his eyes wide with shock.“Alpha, Mira, I swear... she seduced me.”“Say that again,” I say quietly, “and I’ll take your tongue too. I saw enough! Forcing yourself on a woman who clearly did not want you.”My gaze flicks to the servant girl. She has collapsed against the wall, shaking violently. Her lips are swollen and bruises are already darkening her wrists.She won't meet my eyes, but something about her pulls at me—an inexplicable urge to shield her from every predator in this cursed pa

“Alpha Kieran! Help me!” I scream.The words tear from my throat, raw and desperate, echoing against the stone walls of the chamber.For one fleeting second, I believe the door will burst open. I believe my mate will stride inside, his silver eyes blazing with the protective fury I witnessed in the palace corridor, and shield me from the monster standing over me.“Oh, you bitch!” Lady Victoria lunges at me before the sound of my voice even fades.Her fingers wrap around my throat, cutting off my breath instantly. She drags me upward, bringing our faces so close.“Are you sure you want to do this?” she hisses, her breath hot against my face. “You think the Alpha can help you?” She smirks, shaking her head with a slow, dark amusement that chills my blood.“He can't, dear. Want to know why? Because his fate lies in my father's hands. Any wrong move from him, and my father will end him just like he did the former Alpha King. You're smart enough to know my father saving him wasn't just a c

Kieran's POV: ...~•☆☆•~... I had just left Victoria. For more than an hour, I held her. I promised her protection, and I let her weep into my shirt. All because I was waiting for someone else. Morgana. But she never showed up, and it is driving me absolutely insane. One thing I have always been good at is controlling my emotions. I do not do love. I do not feel. All my past flings called me ruthless, unfeeling, and cold. They all signed consensual agreements. It was strictly sex, nothing more. I only agreed to this alliance with Silas because the kingdom needs a queen, a Luna, and an heir to carry on the royal bloodline. I told myself it would be just like the past. It would be entirely transactional. She would become the queen the kingdom needs, bear my children, and that would be it. But the encounter in the garden changed everything. I never thought it would take only a mate bond to make me want a woman this badly. I wanted her so much that I couldn't even focus

The scream she lets out is muffled by my mouth as I crash my lips onto hers. I devour her cry, my tongue sweeping in to claim her mouth.“Fuck,” I hiss, breaking the kiss as I cup her face, my thumb brushing her swollen lips.She is so tight. Gripping me like a velvet fist. Her walls ripple around my thick length, trying to adjust to the sudden stretch.I feel my own skin stretching, a sensation so intense it brings tears of primal rage and joy to my eyes.My cock fills her completely, bottoming out against her womb, branding her from the inside out.I give her no time.I pull back and slam in again, my hips beginning a savage, relentless drive.The wet slap of skin on skin fills the cabin, mixed with her cries and my low, animalistic growls.I am a beast tonight.A monster, a king who took his throne in blood, and I am claiming my mate.Every thrust is a declaration. Mine. Mine. Mine.I pull her legs wider, my thumbs digging into her hips to hold her in place as I hammer into her.Ea

…~...I manage to slip back into the estate grounds through a hidden gap in the servant's gate.The sun is barely beginning to rise, casting long shadows across the stone courtyards. I navigate the perimeter carefully, avoiding the early patrols.I finally reach the servant quarters and slip into the washroom.The moment I am alone, I drop my ruined clothes into the fire grate and burn them. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the cracked mirror above the washbasin.I look wrecked.My lips are swollen and bruised. Faint, reddish marks dot my neck and collarbone.But the worst part is the smell.I reek of him. The rich, intoxicating scent of pine, rain, leather, and raw male power soaked into my pores, mixed with the potent scent of our sex.If I walk into that kitchen smelling like the Alpha King's bedsheet, my head will be on a spike before noon.I need extreme measures.I wrap a thin towel around my shivering body and sneak up the back stairs to Lady Victoria's private bathing cha