All Chapters of The Lost Princess of the Alpha King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The moment the Alpha’s son rejects me, my wolf goes silent. I don’t know she’s waiting for the real king.The Moon Gathering torchlight casts dancing shadows across the pack square. Every wolf in the territory has gathered, their eyes fixed on the raised platform where Alpha Thorne stands beside his son, Darian. My childhood friend. My secret hope. The boy who promised me as children that we would always be together.I stand at the edge of the crowd, my hands clasped in front of me, my head bowed like a proper omega. The coarse fabric of my servant’s tunic itches against my skin. Around me, the pack’s finest wear silks and leathers, their wolves close to the surface, their scents rich with power and belonging.I have no scent. No wolf. No worth.At least, that is what they have told me every day since my parents died and left me an orphan in this pack. I scrub floors, haul water, and keep my eyes lowered so no one remembers I exist. But tonight is the Night of Revealing, when unmated

Kael wakes me before dawn. Two wooden swords rest in his hands.“Up. Rogues will be back by nightfall. You need to learn to fight.”My body aches from yesterday’s flight, but I rise. My wolf stirs lazily, still learning to share space with me. I can feel her power coiled beneath my skin, but using her is another matter.He leads me to a clearing behind the waterfall. Morning mist clings to the grass. He tosses me a sword. I catch it clumsily.“Show me your stance.”I spread my feet and lift the blade the way I have seen pack warriors do. My arms tremble.Kael circles behind me and presses his palm against my lower back. “Too rigid. You are fighting yourself.”His touch sends warmth through me. My wolf perks up.“Breathe. Let her guide you.”I close my eyes and reach for my wolf. She is waiting. When I open my eyes, the sword feels lighter.“Better. Attack.”I lunge. He sidesteps and taps my wrist with the flat of his blade. Sting blooms across my skin.“Again.”I swing. He blocks, spi

The alarms ring through the palace like a death knell. Footsteps thunder in the corridors. Guards shout orders.The woman who kneels before me grips my arm. “Come. I know a way.”I hesitate. “Why should I trust you?”She meets my eyes, her own wet with tears. “Because your mother saved my life. Because I have spent twenty years waiting to repay that debt. Now move.”She pulls me down a narrow passage hidden behind a tapestry. We run through dust and shadows, our breaths ragged. Behind us, the guards’ voices grow louder.“They know someone entered the palace,” she whispers. “They do not know it is you. Not yet.”“Who are you?”“My name is Elara. I was your mother’s lady-in-waiting. I helped her hide you the night she died.”We emerge into a small chamber lit by a single candle. A cot, a table, a chest. Her room.She bolts the door and leans against it, catching her breath.“You have the look of her,” she says softly. “The same eyes. The same fire.”“You said the queen knows I am here.”