All Chapters of The Human Bound to The Alpha Prince : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Everyone took in the words said by the king.Lyra's eyes widened in shock while Theo subtly stiffened.Even Kael looked momentarily caught off guard.But Elara..."To take over the throne, you need your Queen beside you."Ragnar's words echoed relentlessly inside Elara's mind.Again.And again.And again.An ugly feeling twisted painfully in her chest, spreading like poison through her veins. She hated those words.Queen beside you.For some reason, hearing Lucien and another woman connected so naturally in a single sentence made something inside her feel unbearably wrong.As though it shouldn't happen.As though it couldn't happen.Her fingers curled tightly at her sides as she fought the sudden urge to speak.Lucien doesn't need anyone to rule the kingdom.He can handle everything alone.The words screamed inside her head, desperate to escape her lips.But she forced herself to remain silent.Because she had no right to interfere.No place in this conversation.If she spoke now, eve

Silence stretched across the royal chamber.A terrifying silence.No one spoke.No one even dared to breathe.The tension hanging in the air felt sharp enough to cut through skin.Then....."This is absurd."Kael stepped forward abruptly, his voice echoing coldly through the chamber."With all due respect, Your Majesty," he said firmly, "Elara is not fit to become Queen."Elara stiffened instantly.Kael continued without hesitation."She is human," he declared bluntly. "She does not possess wolf blood, nor does she belong to this world."Every word struck harder than the last."The nobles will never accept her as Queen," Kael added. "The kingdom is already unstable. Announcing a human as the future Queen would only create chaos."A murmur spread among some of the guards standing nearby.Lucien's expression darkened dangerously.Slowly.....Very slowly......He turned his gaze toward Kael."I do not remember giving the nobles authority over my life," Lucien said coldly.The temperature

The atmosphere in the throne room became tense as Lucien took a step towards Elara."You speak of freedom while speaking about marrying another man," Lucien continued coldly. "Tell me, Elara… where exactly is your freedom in that?"Elara froze.Lucien took another step closer."You think I do not understand duty?" he asked bitterly. "You think I do not know what it feels like to have your life decided for you?"Something dark flashed across his face."I was born for this throne. Every choice I have ever made belonged to this kingdom before it belonged to me."His voice lowered dangerously."So you are not the only one trapped."The atmosphere in the chamber became unbearably heavy.Elara hated how his words affected her.Because part of her understood him.And that only made everything worse."But at least you still had choices," she whispered weakly.Lucien laughed softly.A cold, broken sound."No, Elara," he said quietly. "I simply learned how to survive without them."Those words

"What conditions?" Lucien asked, his deep voice calm, yet there was something dangerous hidden beneath it. Elara lifted her gaze to meet his. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them felt unbearably heavy, charged with tension neither of them understood how to escape from. Lucien stood too close....close enough for her to feel the warmth radiating from his body, close enough for his scent to cloud her thoughts. Her eyes unconsciously drifted downward, noticing the barely-there distance separating them. It didn't make her uncomfortable. But it didn’t feel safe either. Lucien noticed the slight shift in her expression immediately. The hesitation. The conflict. Without a word, he took a step back. The moment he did, Elara released a shaky breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Lucien's green eyes narrowed slightly at her reaction, but he remained silent, waiting. Gathering herself, Elara straightened her posture and looked directly into his eyes, refus

Theo respected and adored the princess.She was kind, graceful, a little crazy and bratty but still a good person.But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't ignore the ugly feeling twisting inside his chest every single time her eyes lingered on someone else.On him.On Leo.On his stormy And he hated it.Hated the way Leo leaned closer to Lyra without hesitation.Hated how comfortable his stormy boy looked in her presence.Because Leo belonged to him.His stormy. His chaos. His peace.Theo could tolerate kingdoms fighting wars against him, nobles whispering behind his back, even enemies plotting for his downfall. But watching someone else draw that warm smile from Leo so effortlessly?That was something he couldn't bear.His chest burned.He knew Lyra meant no harm. She was royalty, close to Leo's age, beautiful and easy to adore. Anyone could see why Leo enjoyed her company.Still...It didn't stop the sting.It didn't stop the possessiveness curling viciously beneath Theo's cal