All Chapters of The Alpha King's Lost Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Esteria I reached for the door, but it remained locked. “Let me out!” The guard turned toward me. “Stay inside. We're bringing him to you.” Gunfire broke out again beyond the car. Damon crouched beside Elliott while another guard fired toward the trees. I couldn't see who had shot him. All I could see was Elliott bent forward on the road, with blood running over his hand. He tried to stand. “Don't,” I whispered, although he couldn't hear me. “Please don't.” Damon caught him before he fell sideways. A second guard helped, and between them they brought him toward the car with the emergency blanket wrapped around his waist. The door opened. I moved back, giving them room as they lowered him onto the seat beside me. His weight pressed against my shoulder, and I put an arm around him without thinking. His skin was already too hot. “The road?” Damon demanded. “Rear vehicle's been moved. We can get out.” “Then go.” Damon climbed in beside Elliott and pulled the door shut. There

Elliott Setra wanted to follow the wolves leaving the grounds. I watched them from the chair beside my bedroom window. Three royal patrol wolves crossed the lower lawn before disappearing between the trees. Normally, the sight would have meant nothing more than another patrol change. That morning, I wanted to be out there with them. ‘We should be hunting,’ Setra said. ‘We can barely get out of this chair.’ He disliked the answer as much as I did. The wound beneath my right ribs pulled whenever I moved, and Tamara warned me that attempting to shift would damage the healing tissue. Esteria's presence helped settle the curse, but it couldn't remove the injury. She was washing after breakfast when Damon and Alaric arrived. Tamara allowed me fifteen minutes with them before another examination. Damon stopped beside my chair. The small cut above his green eye was almost closed, but his expression remained grim. “How are the wounded?” I asked. “Two are still at the clinic. The other

Ronan My father came to tell me Elliott was recovering. He expected me to be pleased. I opened the door to my sitting room and stepped aside. He entered without waiting for an invitation, his coat carrying the cold night air and the familiar scents of Frostfang's royal grounds. “You were at the residence?” I asked. “I've only just left.” He removed his coat. “Your cousin was awake and complaining. Tamara is satisfied with his progress.” “That's good news.” My wolf moved restlessly inside me. I kept my expression calm while my father took the chair opposite mine. Lord Evander Aerwyn looked tired. The silver at his temples seemed more noticeable that evening, and he rubbed one hand over his face before accepting the water I offered. “You should rest,” I told him. “I will.” I doubted that. Elliott could ask for him at midnight, and my father would be dressed before the call ended. “How serious was the wound?” “Serious enough.” He took a drink. “But he's improving. That's what

Elliott Esteria stopped beside the bench and looked at me. “What did you want to ask?” The wind lifted a loose strand of her dark-brown hair. I unfolded the shawl and settled it around her shoulders, drawing the edges together over her coat before answering. “Sit with me first.” She immediately glanced at my side. “I'm all right,” I said. “But I promised you I would sit when I needed to.” That earned me a small smile. She settled beside me, close enough that our shoulders touched. Across the lake, the lamps near the ceremonial grounds reflected against the water. We could still hear the music, although nobody was near enough to overhear us. Setra became quiet as Esteria adjusted the shawl. He liked having her beside us. So did I, and I was finally tired of pretending the reason was only my health. “You asked what I intended to do after the selection,” I began. Her smile faded slightly. “About choosing a Queen.” “Yes.” She lowered her eyes to her hands. “I remem

Elliott Esteria read every line before she signed. I sat beside her in my study on Saturday morning, watching her turn the final page of the agreement. Everything we discussed by the lake was there, including her right to leave and the arrangements for her future if our marriage ended. There was no obligation to share my bed or provide intimacy. She was agreeing to a marriage and its public responsibilities, not surrendering the right to make decisions about herself. “The explanation would come from you,” she said, touching one paragraph. “Yes.” “I don't want people told that I failed you.” “They won't hear that from me.” She looked at me for a moment, then signed beside my name. We each kept a copy. Hers went into her bag, while I locked mine away before calling Alaric. “Ask the Council to meet this afternoon. Invite the family and the representatives currently in Courtland.” He studied my face. “About the succession?” “About my choice.” His brown eyes moved briefly towar