All Chapters of The Alpha King's Lost Mate : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Elliott “You've been watching those boys for ten minutes.” I turned toward my uncle. Evander stood beside the training courtyard with his coat over one arm. The afternoon light caught the silver at his temples as he looked from me to the young wolves practicing on the mats. One had just fallen for the third time. He got up before his instructor could offer a hand. “He's determined,” I said. “He is. That's his father beside the fence.” I followed his gaze. The man waited until his son looked toward him, then nodded encouragement. The boy straightened immediately. Evander smiled. “Ronan used to look for me like that.” “Did you come to every session?” “No. Although he would have liked me to.” He rested his coat over the low wall. “He once spent an entire evening explaining a throw to me. I kept correcting him until he asked whether I was going to let him finish.” I looked at my uncle. “He was showing me something he'd learned,” Evander said. “I thought he wanted another lesson

Esteria's POV I was lost in the most beautiful dream. At least, I thought it was a dream. Something warm and wet was moving between my legs, and the feeling was so intense that my whole body was trembling. I could feel soft lips and a gentle tongue exploring me, tasting me like I was something precious. The pleasure kept building and building until I couldn't hold back anymore. A soft moan escaped my lips as the feeling grew stronger. My hips moved on their own, seeking more of that wonderful sensation. The mouth on me was hungry, almost desperate, and it was driving me crazy with need. I felt like I was floating, lost in waves of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. When the release finally came, it hit me like a storm. My body shook as the pleasure washed over me, and I cried out softly. The mouth stayed there, drinking in everything I gave, and the feeling was so intense that tears came to my eyes. I had never felt anything like this before. The attention moved upward, and I

Selianna “You want me to do what?” Mother looked at me across the table. “Apologize.” I stared at her. Ronan sat beside the window, watching us with an expression I couldn’t read. We were in a small guest cottage behind one of Greyhaven’s inns. Mother rented it for her visit, and Grandmother allowed me to join her for lunch. She knew Ronan was visiting too. As far as she was concerned, Lord Evander’s son was an acceptable person for us to entertain. She would have dragged me home herself if she could hear this conversation. “Esteria has already humiliated me in front of everyone,” I said. “You want me to give her another opportunity?” Mother set down her cup. “You gave her the first opportunity. We have discussed that enough.” My face burned. I looked at Ronan, but he didn’t defend me. He wore a dark coat over a neatly buttoned shirt. His brown hair was carefully combed, and he looked perfectly comfortable sitting there while my mother suggested I crawl back to the woman who

Esteria came toward me before I reached the bedroom. “You’re back.” I put my arms around her and held her longer than I intended. She wore a soft plum dress, and her dark-brown hair brushed my wrist when she lifted her face for a kiss. “How was the journey?” “Uneventful.” “Good. I’ve decided I like those journeys best.” I kissed her again. She smiled against my mouth, then drew back enough to study me. “What?” “Nothing.” Her smile faded. I remembered our conversation on Monday and corrected myself. “Alaric and I are checking a report. We should have an answer tomorrow.” “Something serious?” “It could have been. It may turn out to be nothing.” She waited, giving me the opportunity to say more. I felt the weight of it. “I need the facts before I can explain it properly,” I said. “All right.” She didn’t sound entirely satisfied. And I didn’t blame her. During dinner, she told me about Elowen arguing with Alaric over a training session. I missed part of the story because

Esteria For a moment, I could only stare at him. Elliott was afraid the woman would be his mate. I understood what that meant, and a selfish part of me wanted to hold on to those words without asking anything else. But I remembered the way he looked at me over dinner. “You thought you might have to leave me?” His fingers tightened around mine. “I thought I might have to face something I didn’t know how to handle.” “And you didn’t tell me.” “No.” His steel-gray eyes held mine. “I should have.” I looked down at our hands. Yesterday, I kissed him because I wanted him close. I knew something was troubling him, but I didn’t know that something could change our marriage. “When you held me last night, were you thinking about saying goodbye?” “No, Esteria.” He answered so quickly that I looked up. “I was worried. That doesn’t change why I wanted you with me. I love you. Nothing I said to you last night was a lie.” My eyes burned, and I blinked before the tears could fall. I believe