All Chapters of The Alpha King's Lost Mate : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Esteria “Maelis, can I ask for your advice?” Maelis stopped beside the sitting-room door with a folded shawl over one arm. “Of course, Your Majesty.” I put aside the letters I was reading. “How do I get to know the people here properly? I meet them when they need something, or when there is an event. But I still feel like there are parts of Frostfang I only know from a car window.” Her warm brown eyes softened. “You could begin at the old pack house, your Majesty.” “The one near the general training grounds?” “Yes. Some of our senior warriors live there, along with other pack members. It used to be quite normal for the Alpha family to join them for a meal.” “Used to be?” “His Majesty has a great deal to attend to. His office is outside Frostfang, and the problems of eight packs tend to follow him home.” She paused. “He cares about his people. But they would enjoy having him at their table again.” I thought about Elliott leaving before breakfast on difficult mornings and retur

Selianna “Your Majesty.” I set the cushion behind Esteria's back and waited while she settled into her chair. “Is that comfortable?” “Yes. Thank you, Selianna.” I smiled before stepping away. Five months of careful behavior, and I was still thanking her for allowing me to be useful. She once changed my bedsheets. If I left clothes on the floor, she picked them up. Mother only needed to call her name for her to come running, worried about what she had done wrong. Now I arranged cushions behind her and called her my Queen. Across the community hall, Elowen watched me before returning her attention to the woman beside her. She still did that. She could be laughing, speaking to someone or reaching for her tea, but part of her attention remained on me. I learned not to react. The gathering was small. Esteria only intended to welcome the women and hear a few things they wanted to discuss before going home. Two female guards stood near the doors, and a vehicle waited o

Esteria I stared at Elliott, waiting for him to explain his words differently. He was their father. He promised that when we first learned I was pregnant, and he lived by that promise every day afterward. I never doubted how much he loved our children. But the way he looked at me now frightened me. “You mean because they're yours to raise?” “No.” His thumb moved gently against my cheek. “I mean they carry my scent, Esteria. I recognized it when our first son was brought to us. Then I recognized it in his brothers.” My hand tightened around his. “But we hadn't…” “I know.” The room seemed to become silent. Tamara looked between us before moving toward the door. “I'll be just outside. Call if you need anything.” I barely noticed her leaving. Elliott remained beside the bed, his steel-gray eyes fixed on mine. There was something different in his face. He looked overwhelmed, almost afraid to move too quickly and make me retreat from what he was saying. “Tell me about that nigh

Selianna Grandmother read the announcement twice before passing me her phone. “Seven,” she said, her brown eyes shining. “The poor girl must be exhausted.” I looked at the screen. There was no photograph. Only the royal crest, a short announcement and seven names beneath it. Auren. Cassian. Orien. Lucien. Erion. Evren. Cealin. I read them slowly, hoping I misunderstood something. Seven sons. Esteria had given Elliott seven sons. My wolf stirred angrily beneath my control, and I pressed my feet against the floor until the urge to throw the phone passed. “Isn't it wonderful?” Grandmother asked. “Yes.” She reached for her reading glasses, then remembered she was wearing them. That was how pleased she was. “I must speak to Corvian. He said he intended to visit once they allowed him.” I handed the phone back carefully. “Will there be a celebration?” “Eventually, I imagine. For now, let them recover.” She was already standing. Her silver-white braid rested against the back

Esteria Elliott looked down at the milk on his shirt. I tried not to laugh. “Don't,” he warned. “I didn't say anything.” “You're thinking loudly.” Evren moved against his chest, completely unconcerned about the damage. Elliott adjusted the cloth over his shoulder and rubbed our son's back while I settled Orien more comfortably for his feed. We sat together on the nursery rug, with cushions behind me and a basket of clean clothes close enough to reach. I could finally sit there comfortably. Getting up still required more planning than I liked. The room looked very different from the suite I first moved into. There were small beds along the walls, shelves of folded clothes and bottles waiting beside the feeding chairs. Nessa was humming near the window while another nanny changed Lucien. Maren moved between them, speaking quietly. Nothing stayed tidy for long. I loved it. “You could change,” I told Elliott. “He just settled.” “There are other shirts.” “There is only one E