All Chapters of Beg For Me, Alpha Kael : Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

He lifted me from the table, and I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me across the chamber. The fire roared in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the fur-piled bed as he laid me down with a care that belied his raw, barely-leashed power. He stood over me for a moment, drinking in the sight of me, bare-chested, the silk tunic pooled at my waist, my silver filigree mask gleaming in the firelight. His hands moved to his own clothing, working the lacings of his leather breeches with impatient, trembling fingers. "I have imagined this a hundred times," he rasped, his voice low and wrecked. "Every way I would have you. Every sound you would make. And now that you are here, beneath me, I am shaking like a boy." "Then stop imagining," I said softly, reaching for him. "And come to me." He did. His body covered mine, massive and burning, his chest a solid wall of muscle and heat against my soft curves. He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hand sliding be

The word hit harder than the silver blade that had pierced my rib cage three months ago.Whore.I stood alone on the snow-swept northern ramparts, the freezing mountain wind whipping my hair into wild, tangled dark threads around my face. Down below, the iron gates of the inner keep slammed shut with a deafening, final thud, a heavy, metallic echo that signaled Alpha King Lucien Storm’s absolute withdrawal from my side.My hand hovered in the empty air where his arm had been seconds before. The lingering scent of his cedarwood and ozone still hovered in the frost, but the warmth was gone. In its place was a suffocating, hollow silence that clawed at my chest.“Aria...” Nyx’s voice echoed softly within my spiritual core, devoid of its usual arrogant cruelty, replaced by a rare, solemn caution. “The Sovereign’s bond is a dangerous weapon to lose. His wolf is wounded. A wounded Alpha king does not play chess; he tears down the board.”"He had to hate me, Nyx," I whispered into the howlin

News of the Northern King’s public fallout with Mask 99 spread through the corridors of the Sovereign Keep and the whole continent like wildfire through dry grass. By the following afternoon, the shift in power was palpable. The High Council’s guards no longer stood at attention when I passed; they watched me with cold, calculating eyes, waiting for the moment Lord Corvin gave the order to throw me into a permanent cell. Without Lucien’s shadow shielding me, the sharks were circling. And Seraphina was leading the pack. Mask 27 had spent the entire morning in her quarters, surrounded by three maids who worked frantically to restore her vanity. She had traded her mud-stained hunting leather for a grand, floor-length gown of molten-gold silk, heavily embroidered with the crest of the Eastern Delegation. Her high, noble collar was encrusted with rare pearls, and her golden visor was polished until it gleamed like a polished sun. She believed her time had finally come. “The fool actu

The morning of the final Unmasking Gala arrived under a pale, glass-like winter sky. By noon, the ancient stone Amphitheater, a sacred, frost-bound sanctuary preserved at the center of the northern wilderness for centuries was packed to total capacity. High above the stone tiers, massive holographic broadcast screens hovered in the cold air, live-streaming every second of the arena to millions of pack citizens, regional territories, and obsessed online fans across the continent who had spent four weeks voting and arguing over who deserved the Northern Alpha King. This is the final unmasking gala of the selection, after now things are expected to go back to normal, participants go about their daily normal urban routine with their matched mates, far from the ancient selection areana and it's rules. Phones were not allowed in the selection but I very well know I've accumulated a lot of fans with the way people turned up dressing in a matched outfit that has "99" written on it. Ban