All Chapters of The Alpha in My Dream : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Kieran’s POV I dropped the heavy feather quill onto the parchment, the thick black ink forming a bold, permanent line as I signed my name at the bottom of the final alliance scroll. "There," Marcus muttered beside me, leaning over the grand wooden table to blow gently on the wet ink. "The northern border treaties are officially sealed, Kieran. Your father would have been proud of the iron terms you managed to extract from those lords today." "My father didn't have to worry about securing five different pack lines at once," I replied, my voice a low baritone as I rubbed the bridge of my nose. I was completely exhausted by the endless political chatter, but the thought of my mate instantly brought a wave of absolute peace over me. I looked up, a soft smile already forming on my lips as my eyes automatically traveled toward the grand glass doors near the edge of the hall. I expected to see the deep, shimmering midnight-blue of her silk dress catching the light of the rose gardens. I

Rosemary’s POV I pressed myself harder against the wooden wall, my hands gripping the fabric of my dress as he took a slow, casual step toward me. "Who are you?" I demanded, forcing my voice to sound steady, though my hands were shaking violently. "What do you want with me? If you know what is good for you, you will let me go before the Alpha King finds this place." The man let out a low, amused chuckle, walking over to the small gold-trimmed table to pour himself a glass of dark red wine from a crystal decanter. "The Alpha King is currently tearing up the northern borders, sweet Rosemary. He thinks Vance and Drake took you to their home packs. He won't be finding this cottage anytime soon." "Tell me your name," I snapped, my blue eyes glaring at him. "Names have power, little bird, and I don't think I will give you mine just yet," he smiled, taking a slow sip of his wine. He walked over to a high-backed leather chair and sat down, crossing one elegant leg over the other, chattin

Rosemary’s POV After the terrifying conversation with the man in the gold-trimmed tunic, my body completely gave out. The emotional shock, combined with the heavy remnants of the sleeping drug still running through my veins, left me dead tired. I curled into a tight ball on the edge of the velvet sofa, pulling my arms around myself as the fireplace crackled quietly in the corner, waiting through the long, agonizing hours of the day. As the sun began to dip below the horizon again, bringing a second evening of captivity, the heavy wooden doors of the cottage creaked open. I didn't move. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be fast asleep, but my ears strained to catch every sound. Heavy, muddy boots stamped across the expensive silk rug. "We are losing too many members, Master!" a rough, gravelly voice barked, filled with panic and anger. It was a rogue. "The Moon Claw warriors are savages! The King turned into a monster when he realized the girl was gone. He slaughtered dozens of

Kieran’s POV The moment my eyes locked onto Rosemary, the suffocating, feral knot of panic in my chest finally loosened, if only a fraction. I didn't care about the blood dripping down my arms, or the deep, burning ache in my muscles from a night of relentless slaughter. I crossed the ruined threshold of the cottage in a single, desperate stride, pulling her into my arms before she could even finish stepping toward me. "I have you," I breathed against her hair, my voice raw and cracking with an emotion I had never felt in my entire life. Pure, unadulterated relief. "Goddess, Rosemary, I have you." She collapsed against my chest, her small hands clutching tightly at the torn fabric of my shirt. She was trembling violently, her breathing shallow, but the warmth of her body against mine instantly began to quiet the roaring fury inside Nikolai. My wolf pressed against the surface of my mind, purring in dark satisfaction as he inhaled her scent. Vanilla, fresh rain, and the unmistakabl

Rosemary’s POV When I woke up the next morning, the heavy fear in my chest was finally gone. The air in our bedroom smelled like pine trees, fresh rain, and Kieran. I moved a little under the silk sheets. My body felt a bit sore, reminding me of how fiercely Kieran had loved me last night. He had completely washed away the memory of that scary forest cabin from my skin. For the first time since the kidnapping, I felt happy and totally safe. Kieran was already dressed, sitting on the edge of the big bed. He was buckling the leather guards onto his arms. The moment he heard the sheets move, his golden eyes snapped to mine, and his face softened right away. "Good morning, little one," he murmured. He leaned over to kiss my forehead for a long moment, his thumb gently wiping my cheek. "You look well rested." "I am," I smiled, stretching my arms above my head. "I feel like myself again. Celine is quiet, too. She is just enjoying the bond." Kieran’s face grew a bit hard, and a protecti