All Chapters of The Alpha King Craves My Milk: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 22: The BondAtlas's POV The whispers started long before I reached the iron gates of the courtyard. I emerged from the tree line and stepped onto the paved grounds of the estate with Ilyana secured against my chest. We were both stripped bare to the night air, my skin painted in the silver-poisoned blood leaking from the wound in her stomach. The fluid dried fast in the wind and stuck my arms to her waist. Servants carrying laundry baskets dropped their loads onto the stone path. The perimeter guards lowered their weapons and stared in absolute silence as a collective gasp rippled through the gathered crowd. I marched right through the center of the courtyard and ignored the wide eyes and hushed gossip echoing around me. My focus remained entirely on the weak, irregular flutter of her heartbeat tapping against my neck.I bypassed the main entrance and kicked the side doors of the medical wing open with my bare foot.The trauma healers stood waiting in the center of the bri

CHAPTER 24: Blood TiesSara's POV “You are out of your mind if you think you can talk to me like this,” I snapped, folding my arms across my chest and glaring at Boyce.He stood near the small wooden table in his quarters, his face pale and his hands shaking as he stared at me like I had suddenly turned into a stranger. “I am not crazy, Sara. I am looking at you and realizing how sick this whole thing is. You are acting like my daughter’s mother almost dying in the forest is some convenient little inconvenience that just solved itself.”“She is an omega who dragged your name through the mud,” I reminded him, taking a slow step forward until the toe of my slipper touched his leather boot. “She embarrassed this family. She walked around the estate carrying your bastard child like a badge of honor while everyone pitied her.”“That does not mean she deserved to be hunted down like an animal,” Boyce argued, his voice dropping into a harsh whisper as he glanced toward the hallway door. “I

CHAPTER 26: The Blank PageAtlas's POVI kept my fingers wrapped tight around Ilyana’s hand while the medical team finished checking her vitals. The urge to fire off a dozen questions burned in my throat, but my mother stood near the open doorway, catching my eye and giving me a slow, warning shake of her head. I forced my posture to loosen and took a quiet breath to push the beast down.The head healer pulled his stethoscope from his ears and stepped back from the bed. “The silver toxicity is completely gone from her system, Alpha,” he said, wiping his brow. “Her heart rhythm is stable now, but we ran into a complication during the neural scan.”“What kind of complication?” I asked, my grip tightening slightly on her cold skin.“The silver bullet passed dangerously close to a major artery while her body was trying to process the shift,” the healer explained, keeping his voice down so Ilyana would not panic. “That level of physical trauma right alongside the poison often causes short-

CHAPTER 28: The Face in the DarkIlyana’s POV I stood frozen against the cold plaster wall and watched the dark figure slip past the corridor intersection. My lungs burned as I held my breath, debating whether I should run back to my room and scream for the guards. Raising the alarm was the logical choice, but a reckless, burning instinct flared to life inside my chest. I needed to know who was stalking the halls at this hour and I needed to see the face hiding in the dark.I stepped away from the wall and crept after the intruder, making sure my bare feet landed softly on the stone tiles. The figure moved swiftly, darting left into an old, unused servant’s passage that smelled of dust and damp earth. I followed them into the narrow space, keeping a safe distance while trying to stay hidden in the shadows.As we ventured deeper into the unlit hall, a strange, dizzying sensation washed over my mind. Flashes of memory hit me like disjointed photographs, bright and sharp before fading

CHAPTER 30: The Traitor's TrayIlyana’s POVI froze in the open doorway and stared at the silver tray in front of me, my eyes locking onto the thick metal band gleaming under the corridor lights. The ring featured a carved crest of a wolf standing over a crescent moon, wrapping around the finger of Atlas’s most trusted Beta. Corwin smiled down at me with a polite, practiced expression. He was the head of palace security and the man in charge of the very trap meant to protect me and my stomach twisted into a painful knot as the fractured pieces of my memory slammed together.“Good morning, Ilyana,” Corwin greeted and took a smooth step forward. “I wanted to check on you myself instead of sending a servant to do the job.”My throat closed up and every instinct screamed at me to slam the door in his face. I forced a polite smile and stepped aside to let him enter the room, terrified that one wrong flicker of fear would tell him I recognized his jewelry.“Thank you, Beta Corwin,” I repli