All Chapters of The Alpha in My Dream : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Rosemary’s POV The world had dissolved into a hazy, fever dream of need and heat. Every nerve ending was on fire, a deep throb building low in my belly, demanding something I couldn't name but desperately craved. My mind couldn't form a single coherent thought beyond Kieran. His name was a prayer on my lips, a plea whispered into the steamy air of our room. Then he was there. His presence was a sudden, grounding force in the storm of my heat. He laid me down on our bed, his touch a balm and a brand all at once. The cool water had been a brief solution, but now that he was so close, the fire inside me roared back to life, hotter and more demanding than before. "Don't worry, Rosemary," he whispered, and the deep rumble of his voice vibrated through my very bones. "I'll make everything all right." My hips lifted off the bed of their own accord, a silent offering. I could feel a slick wetness between my thighs, evidence of my body's desperate readiness. "Kieran..." I gasped as his f

Kieran’s POVStepping out of our rooms after three days felt like stepping back into a world that had kept moving without us.My wolf was quiet for the first time in three days, calm and resting in the back of my mind. My body still felt warm with the memory of Rosemary—the soft gold of her skin in the sun, her hands on my shoulders, and her soft voice telling me she loved me.She was still sleeping in our bed, wrapped in a clean sheet. I had spent twenty minutes just watching her breathe before I put on clean clothes and went downstairs.When I pushed open the doors to my study, Marcus and Luke were already waiting for me.They sat at the long wooden table. Marcus was reading border reports. Luke was sitting back with his feet up on the table.The moment I walked in, both of them stopped talking.Luke looked up, a big grin spreading across his face."Well, look who's back," Luke said, taking his feet off the table with a thud. "The High King finally came out of his room.""Shut up, L

Rosemary’s POVWe walked back to the castle as the moon reached its peak, our skin still smelling of pine needles and cool night air.Near the rear garden, Kieran caught my hand and held it. His thumb rubbed the back of my hand as we walked up the stone steps to our entrance."I need to talk to Marcus and Luke in the council room," he said softly, stopping by the door. He brushed a piece of hair out of my face. "It's just a quick check on the midnight border shifts. Go up to our rooms and rest. I’ll be back soon.""Don't take too long," I said, leaning into his touch."I won't," he promised. He kissed my forehead gently and turned back toward the lower courtyard.I watched him walk away until he turned the stone corner. Smiling to myself, I turned back to open the door.That was when I saw it.Sitting right on the top step, directly in front of the door, was a fresh piece of rosemary. The green leaves were crisp, like someone had just picked them. Wrapped around the stem was a small p

Kieran’s POV The air in the bedroom was thick with fear. Rosemary sat curled on the mattress, her knuckles white as she clutched her robe together. Her breaths came fast and shallow, her body shivering as if an arctic wind had blown straight through the stone walls. I dropped the parchment onto the table and moved to her. Everything inside me—every territorial instinct, every drop of blood in my veins—demanded that I hunt, that I tear the castle apart stone by stone until I found whoever had dared touch our doorstep. But looking at her, my first duty was right here. "Hey," I said softly, dropping to my knees on the floor in front of her. I reached out, gently wrapping my hands over her cold, trembling fingers. "Hey. Look at me, Rosemary." She blinked, her wide, dark eyes finding mine. A tear slipped down her cheek, hot against her pale skin. "Nobody is getting in here," I told her, my voice low, firm, and steady. "I'm right here with you. You're safe. I've got you." I pulled her

Rosemary’s POVThe air in the stone corridors beneath the castle was damp and heavy. I walked right beside Kieran, keeping my chin held high and my shoulders back as our heels echoed against the floorboards.Marcus and Luke were waiting outside the heavy iron door of the holding cell. Both of their faces were tense, their arms crossed tightly over their chests."What's the status?" Kieran asked, his Alpha voice cutting through the chill of the hallway."We cleared every guard on the evening shift, Alpha," Marcus said, handing over a wooden clipboard. "Except one. A warrior named Vance. He was assigned to the private courtyard steps between dusk and midnight, but he can't account for a forty-minute gap in his timeline. And he's refusing to open his mouth.""He won't talk to us," Luke added grimly. "He's just sitting in there staring at the wall.""Leave us," Kieran ordered smoothly. "Rosemary and I will handle him."Marcus hesitated for a second, glancing at me with worry, but he nodde