Alle Kapitel von The Alpha King’s Secret Pure-Blood Twins: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

ELENA"Faster!" I screamed, slamming my hands against the back of the taxi’s seat. "Please, just step on it!"The human driver glared at me through the rearview mirror, but the raw terror in my voice—and my shredded shirt held together by my trembling fingers—must have convinced him. He stomped on the gas, the tires splashing through the deep puddles of the human slums.My chest heaved. The hungry burn of Kaelen’s lips still branded my mouth. My skin was tingling with the residual energy of the mate-bond. I wanted to throw up from the sheer adrenaline.The locket.I reached up again, my fingers desperately brushing my bare collarbone. Nothing. Just the broken metal loop where the chain used to be. Inside that silver heart were two tiny photos of Leo and Lily. They had his silver eyes. Anyone could look at them and know they belonged to the Lycan King."No, no, no," I whimpered, rocking back and forth.If Kaelen found out he had heirs, he wouldn't just take them; he would lock me in a

ELENAThe heavy oak doors of the royal master suite slammed shut with a thud that echoed in my chest.Before I could even turn around, the sound of a heavy brass key turning in the lock sealed my fate. Kaelen stood with his back to the door, his massive chest heaving. The territorial scent of rain and dark wood filled the room, so thick it felt like a physical weight crushing the air from my lungs."Kaelen, let me out!" I demanded, backing up as he began to strip.He unbuttoned his cuffs, letting the gold links drop to the floor. Next went his watch, tossed carelessly onto a velvet armchair. His eyes weren't silver anymore. They were completely molten gold, the predatory gaze of a Lycan king who had seen a rival touching his prize."Let you out?" Kaelen’s voice was a dark, vibrating rumble. "So you can run back to the Southern trash? So you can smile at him again?""Tristan helped me when you left me to die!" I yelled, my back hitting the edge of the massive, silk-sheeted four-poster

ELENAMy blood ran entirely cold,Before I could even shove Tristan’s note under the pillow, Kaelen blurred across the room. He didn’t just take the parchment and the silver vial from my hand—he gripped my wrist so hard a gasp of pain escaped my lips, his large fingers squeezing until my fingers uncoiled.He didn't even read the note. His golden eyes swept over the elegant handwriting, and his nostrils flared as he caught the faint, lingering trace of the Southern Alpha's scent on the paper."Tristan," Kaelen hissed, a sound so dark and primal it sounded like a demonic growl from the deepest depths of hell."Kaelen, wait—"He didn't listen. He turned on his heel, threw open the balcony doors, and let out a piercing, vibrating howl that shook the entire palace infrastructure. Within three seconds, the bedroom door flew open. Two massive Beta guards stood at attention, their heads bowed in absolute terror."Bring me the omega who served the Luna's tray," Kaelen commanded, his voice dead

ELENA Tristan didn't even blink. He kept his eyes locked onto mine, ignoring Kaelen's smug grin as the rest of the Council began to mutter. The sound of fifty high-ranking wolves sniffing the air at once was deafening—they could all smell the intoxicating mix of Kaelen's dominant mark and my pure human bloodline. "Silence!" the Elder Lycan at the center podium roared, slamming a heavy iron gavel down. Elder Thomas looked like a living relic, his long grey beard matching the cold stone of the amphitheatre. "King Kaelen. You bring a human into the sacred chambers and demand she be crowned Queen. The Northern Pack law is clear: a Queen must possess the strength to survive the pack's power." "She carries my heirs," Kaelen growled, his hand tightening on my hip. "That is all the strength this pack needs." Before Tristan could speak, Lady Cynthia stepped forward from the noble gallery, her heels clicking sharply against the stone. She bowed to the Elders, a sweet, venomous smile plast

ELENA The darkness wasn't peaceful; it was a roaring, white-hot void that smelled of burning ozone and ozone-soaked rain. Deep within the subconscious layers of my mind, visions fractured and re-formed like shattered glass. I saw the rainy alleyway from three years ago, the exact moment Kaelen’s cold silver eyes had looked down at me as he spoke the words that broke my life. “You are just a human, Elena. You have no place in my pack.” But then the memory was distorted. The alleyway caught fire. A massive, ethereal bird woven from pure white flames tore through the darkness, its wings spreading across my mind until the pain of his rejection burned away into nothing but ash. Wake up, a voice whispered from the depths of that fire, echoing with a strange, ancient resonance that made my soul vibrate. Wake up, Phoenix. Your nest is threatened. My eyelids fluttered, heavy as lead, before my eyes snapped open. The blinding, destructive light of the Council chamber was completely gone