All Chapters of The Alpha King Craves My Milk: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER 42: The Alpha King's ClaimAtlas’s POVI wiped the sweat from my neck with a towel, then strode down the corridor toward the main meeting room. The morning training session had done nothing to burn off the restless energy vibrating under my skin. I needed to speak with my mother and the palace staff had directed me to this wing.Two sentries stood at attention outside the entrance. They bowed their heads, reaching for the door handles as I approached but I raised my hand, signaling them to freeze. My enhanced hearing picked up the sharp cadence of a raised voice echoing from inside the room. I stepped closer to the wood and listened.“This is a disaster for the crown,” Gareth Draven’s voice said. “The Alpha King stood on a public broadcast, declaring a lowly omega wet nurse as his destined mate. He humiliated the royal bloodline in front of the entire kingdom!”“The broadcast served its purpose. It ended the rumors about his health,” my mother replied. “The packs will accept h

CHAPTER 44: Shadows in the CourtyardIlyana’s POV I threw my weight backward, twisting my shoulder to shield Jasmine as a blur of coarse grey fur slammed into my side. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs and sent us tumbling across the gravel path, but I tightened my arms around my daughter, taking the brunt of the fall on my back.Jasmine let out a sharp, terrified wail, her little fingers clutching at my shirt.“Get off her!” Natasha screamed.She lunged forward, grabbing a heavy stone garden vase from a pedestal and smashing it squarely across the attacker’s snout. The wolf yelped, staggering sideways as blood welling from its nose splattered onto the white stone path.I scrambled up from the dirt, my knees scraped and bleeding and tucked Jasmine behind my back while my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. The wolf shook its head, letting out a low, guttural growl that vibrated through the air, its yellow eyes locked onto my throat. It was not a wild rogue f

CHAPTER 46: The Silent TrapAtlas’s POVI took the wax-sealed parchment from Corwin’s hand and snapped the red emblem in half with my thumb. The cold paper rustled as I unfolded it under the flickering torchlight, fully expecting a bombastic summons to a public execution of my authority.Instead, the black ink revealed a tidy, administrative note.“What does it say, Alpha?” Corwin asked, leaning closer as his hand rested on the pommel of his sword.“It is not a trial,” I said, running my eyes over the crisp calligraphy twice to make sure I had not missed a hidden clause. “Draven is citing concerns for the throne’s stability and has formally requested a closed-door council session in three days to review my fitness to rule.”Ilyana stepped up beside me, resting her elbow on the edge of the stone map table as she read over my shoulder. “A closed-door meeting? No public assembly? No theatrical speeches in front of the seven pack leaders?”“No,” I replied, folding the parchment back along

CHAPTER 48: Shadows on the BalconyIlyana’s POV I moved like a ghost across the bedroom rug, my boots making zero sound as I crossed into the archway. The white-hot burn on my neck felt like a branding iron pressed against my flesh, driving every drop of blood straight to my ears. I reached the nursery doorway, slid around the frame and stopped dead.Both guards assigned to the inner post were slumped against the stone wall.My heart climbed right up into my throat, choking off my air as I lunged forward to press two fingers against the first guard’s neck. A slow, steady pulse thumped against my skin, accompanied by a soft, rhythmically loud snore escaping his lips. They were not dead. Someone had used a sweet-smelling sleeping draught... I could catch the faint, lingering scent of crushed lavender and nightshade drifting near their collars... to put them under without a fight. It was clean, non-lethal and deeply precise.A quiet message rather than a massacre.I whipped my head tow

CHAPTER 50: Blood Doesn't Clear YouIlyana’s POVSleep was out of the question. I lay in the center of the massive bed, listening to the soft, steady breathing of Jasmine in her crib, but my mind refused to quiet down. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the ice in Atlas’s eyes after Sara dropped Queen Victoria’s name on the balcony. The silence that had followed was heavier than any shout, a suffocating weight that filled the entire royal wing. Atlas had gone straight to the war room without another word, hiding his reaction behind a wall of stone, but I knew him better now. He was hurt and worse, he was blind to the possibility that his own mother could be pulling strings from the shadows.I sat up and swung my legs off the mattress, my feet hitting the cold floorboards. I could not just sit here waiting for Atlas’s official audit to turn up sanitized answers in three days. I needed to see the physical records for myself, partly to help him carry this burden and partly because I st