All Chapters of Taming His Fragile Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"THE REBELS!"A blood-curdling scream echoed through the quiet hall, instantly drowned out by the heavy thuds of clashing steel and the sharp crack of gunpowder.My eyes immediately snap open as my body lurches forward in my bed, my chest heaving as a violent cough tears through my throat. My limbs feel soft and completely useless, as if I am still trapped by the weakness of the chronic childhood illness that kept me locked away in this tower until my eighteenth birthday.For twenty years, I have been the hidden, fragile shame of the Royal Alpha family. I am an Alpha prince with zero knowledge of politics, zero self-defense training, and zero understanding of how the court works. I don't know why the kingdom runs the way it does, nor do I understand why these Omegas are rioting or what they are even fighting for.The only thing my father ever drilled into my head is a single terrifying truth. The rebels are wicked Omegas, and they want to kill me and my family."Rebels." The word leav

TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS MILD SUGGESTED THEMES. The next morning, I woke up drenched in a cold sweat with my chest heaving against the mattress.The remnants of the dream still clung to my skin like sticky velvet. I carefully peeked beneath the silk sheets, and my face instantly burned with heat.My breath hitched in shame. My clothing was a mess, the fabric twisted tight around my thighs, damp and clinging, a clear sign of a restless night spent trapped in my fantasies.Biting my lower lip, I stared up at the ceiling, while my heart thudded against my ribs. The memories of the night before were a blur of shadows, sharp edges, and a desperate, uninvited heat.Arching my back slightly, I stretched my legs out across the bed, the friction of the sheets against my bare skin sent a sudden involuntary shiver straight up my body.I couldn't help it. My hand trembled as it slid beneath the cover, tracing the line of my hip before slipping lower, seeking a desperate release from the ache th

Kei caught the exact moment my gaze landed onto his collar.His sharp eyes narrowed into a dangerous slit, and without a word, he reached up to tug the high fabric of his uniform back into place to completely conceal the mark.The room grew suffocatingly cold, but with me being naturally curious, the silence didn't last long."So, you have a fated mate," I blurted out before I could stop myself. "Do you... do you love them already? I didn't know a Beta could have a fated bond like that."My tutor didn’t even answer. He simply stared down at me with an expression so deadpan and freezing that the remaining words died in my throat.The atmosphere immediately shifted. The air around us became hot, and with vibration of an unspoken warning that made my lungs ache.So left with no choice under that quiet warning, I quickly lowered my face, pursing my lips in a silent pout.'He is so incredibly grumpy,' I grumbled to myself, staring intensely at the floorboards.'Maybe his mate rejected him.

Eventually, I dragged my body to the bathroom, the cold porcelain touching against my skin as I scrubbed at my neck. I wiped away the small, jagged line of blood until only a faint, angry reddening remained. The cut wasn't deep, just enough to sting, just enough to serve as a permanent reminder that my life was currently being played by the hands of my mate.I slightly tapped my cheeks to snapped me back to myself. I didn't even know how to stop this mixed feelings surging inside me.One moment, I feel excitement about the thought of my mate hanging my life with his finger.But the next moment? I feel disgusted. To think of such thing. To entertain such a fantasy. To wish of such things. It...disgust me. It confuses me. I didn't sleep that night. I couldn't. I lay on the center of my bed, my eyes wide and unblinking. Every time the wind rustled the heavy velvet of my bed, my pulse will jump, expecting to see the silhouette of a white veil or a flash of a silver blade gleaming in the

The silver blade caught the dying amber light of the setting sun, casting a long, cold shard of reflection across my tangled silk sheets.I was pressed so hard against the headboard that the wood bit into my back, but I barely felt it. The heavy, metallic scent of the Omega rebel was a physical weight in the air, wrapping around my throat, suffocating whatever fragile royal composure I had left.In the mirror behind him, I saw then, glowing crimson initials, M.W., carved into the skin of the Omega standing before me.My own initials. My true name, branded onto the spine of the kingdom's most wanted criminal rebel leader.The silence between us stretched, thick and intense, like the calm before a storm. The rebel leader didn't move. He stood like an killer born from the shadows, his left hand slowly releasing his collar so the fabric fell back into place, concealing the glowing brand on his back. But the silver dagger in his right hand remained steady and pointed directly at my heart.