Todos os capítulos de Falling For The Alpha King: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Jason POV. The lower rings were a set of seedy areas notorious for breeding the worst sets of characters; from gangsters to whores, to the actual mob, and most importantly, a ring of rogue werewolves who chose not to answer to any of the organized houses or packs. El Camino was one of such ringleaders— a chief in the ranks even, who happened to have a hand in just about every other shady business going on in the area. He was my go to man for human capital anytime I wanted a job done. He’d specially selected my last army of rebels for the failed coup on Tristan’s crown. Men in the lower rings didn’t need a reason to fight. All they needed was a decent pay and a channel to vent out their pent up frustrations. It’s why I never expected them to stick by me when things went south. Trevor was the only born rogue I trusted with my life. I felt my phone ring inside my pocket and I frowned in displeasure. Trevor had killed the engine a little while over ten minutes ago and busied himself ch

Tristan POV.I drove as fast as I could to the wine house. It had occurred to me to put Jason in charge of something else, maybe the car dealership business, but I wanted him around so I could keep an eye on him. The wine house was the only business located in town and it was easy to have my spies monitor his movements while giving me report. I floored the gas harder once I came to the track of dirt road leading into the vineyard and all I could think was, ‘Jason better have a sound reason for not being at his workstation.’I brought the car to a halt in front of the wine house and assessed the scene before me. The paid hands I’d hired to help with the harvest were having a serious argument with the delivery truck drivers. I tried to steady my temper through all the raised voices and ranting going back and forth between both parties. I sotted Simon walking up to my car from the administrative block and I took it as my cue to alight.“Talk to me,” I said once he caught up with me.“Th

Selena POV The air was light with merriment and laughter, everyone content to indulge in the drinks and assortment of dishes travelling around the room on trays and elaborate food carts. The band switched to something soft and Tristan took my hand in his.“May I have this dance, my Luna?” he asked, pinning me into helplessness with his gorgeous eyes.“Of course,” I nodded shyly, not sure how to explain that I was no good on the dance floor. I shivered once he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and guided my shaky hand to his shoulder. “Just follow me,” he cooed softly, expertly reading into my hesitations.We danced gently—he danced for the both of us and I mostly followed his lead. The rest of the guests filtered away from sight and all I could see was Tristan’s face —his gorgeous smile and his enchanting eyes. He still smelled like cedarwood and incense. My head felt giddy and my legs grew rubbery underneath me.“You are perfect, my Luna. Brighter than the lights of a thousand

Selena POV I woke up from sleep in Tristan’s arms. I suddenly felt self-conscious as he snuggled up closer to me upon sensing that I’d woken up. "I don’t want to leave here,” he whispered in my ear and brushed my earlobe with the tip of his nose. It sent a wave of electricity down my spine and sent my cheeks blushing red.“Me neither,” I concurred, feeling very light-headed.“Last night was an awesome experience. I wish I could marry you over and over,” he said and muzzled his lips in the inside of my neck.“I’m glad you feel that way,” I said.“I just wish my family were around to witness it,” he sighed sadly before slowly rising from the bed.I sat up in bed and followed his movements. I could tell he was upset.“I asked for my brother to be present you know. Wanted to extend the olive branch to him and make a fresh start. I think he owes me an explanation for being absent from my mating ceremony,” Tristan said, picking up his clothes to enter the bathroom.“You’ll be kind to him

Selena POV. A while after lunch, I excused myself to go out for a walk. Tristan offered to come with me so we could spend some time together to make up for earlier in the day but I politely insisted that I needed to be alone. The corridors were quiet. The usual noise of idle passersby and active staff carrying out their duties were all hushed. The execution had left everyone wondering who was really responsible for the attempt on my life. I shook the thoughts away from my head, eager to put the experience behind me and focus on the main reason why I’d accepted Tristan’s proposal to begin with. Subconsciously, I expected to bump into Agatha along the corridors. I imagined she’d be on some maniac thrill after beheading another individual. No matter how well Tristan tried to paint her to be, she remained hideous to me. I stepped into the sun and made for the garden. It was late afternoon so I didn’t really expect Phineas to be tending to the flowers but I held on to some sort of hope