All Chapters of The Alpha King's Lost Mate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Esteria I almost failed to recognize myself when Maelis turned me toward the mirror. The ivory gown fitted my waist before falling into a full skirt and a short train. Silver leaves were embroidered along the sheer sleeves, and the square neckline left room for the moonstone earrings Elliott sent that morning. Vivienne selected the dress from her bridal collection the previous evening. Her seamstresses worked through the final alterations while the household prepared the old royal grounds. Now it was Sunday, and I was about to marry the Alpha King. “You're holding your breath,” Elowen said. I let it out slowly. “I'm trying not to faint.” “Please don't. My brother will abandon the entire ceremony and carry you upstairs.” That made me laugh, which was probably what she intended. She stood behind me in a deep-blue gown, checking the silver pins holding my dark-brown hair in a low, curled bun. Maelis adjusted the edge of my sleeve. Her warm brown eyes met mine in the mirror. “Ho

Esteria My slippers were beside Elliott's bed. I stopped in the bedroom doorway, still holding his hand. My brush and a small bottle of lotion sat on the dressing table. Through the open wardrobe door, I could see my clothes hanging beside his. “We moved everything while you were at the reception,” Maelis explained. “Tell me tomorrow if you would prefer anything arranged differently.” I looked at Elliott. “You made room for all my things?” “You live here now.” He said it so simply. I looked back at the wardrobe, remembering the single suitcase I brought from Silvercrest. Even then, I worried that accepting a room in his home was asking for too much. Now I was his wife. Elowen came up behind us and wrapped her arms around me carefully. “Welcome to the family, sister-in-law.” I laughed, although my eyes were beginning to sting. She kissed my cheek. “I'm glad he chose you.” “So am I,” Elliott said. I turned toward him, but he was already helping Maelis loosen the fastening of

Esteria “Her Majesty, Esteria Moonfang, Luna Queen of Lunavale.” The announcement carried through the receiving hall before I stepped inside. Conversation stopped, and the women waiting beyond the doors turned toward me. Then they bowed. My steps almost faltered. Elowen touched my arm lightly, and I continued beside her. The standards of the eight ruling packs stood along the walls. Frostfang's occupied the space behind the chair prepared for me, with a smaller chair beside it for Elowen. Through the tall windows, I could see guards patrolling the gardens. A gray wolf paused near the far pathway before disappearing behind the trees. Inside, the seven visiting Lunas stood ahead of their delegations. I recognized several faces from the ceremony. Other women waited behind them, some holding small presentation cases while attendants stood beside larger gifts. I searched for Lumina before I could stop myself. She stood among the Lunas in a dark-blue dress, her hands folded neatly b

Elliott While Esteria received the Lunas, their mates gathered in my audience room. I stood for the first greetings, then accepted the chair Alaric placed behind me. The pull in my side reminded me that yesterday's ceremony had been enough activity for one recovering King. Setra disagreed, but he had disagreed with most of Tamara's instructions. The seven ruling Alphas offered their congratulations in turn. Their gifts included a carved wolf for the royal household and a pair of ceremonial cups in a presentation case. Corvian brought a silver tray engraved with Silvercrest's emblem. “For your home, Your Majesty.” I thanked him and watched him step aside. There was pride in his face, though he looked tired too. One of the older Alphas spoke about the celebration. “Our people watched from the pack hall. There wasn't much room left by the time the joining began.” “I hope they enjoyed themselves.” “They did. It was good to see you standing before them again.” The attack remained

Esteria Two weeks after our joining, I started reaching for Elliott before I was fully awake. That morning, my hand found his chest. His arm tightened around my waist, and I opened my eyes to find him watching me. “Good morning,” he said. I smiled. “Have you been awake long?” “Long enough to know you're taking most of the blanket.” I looked down. He was right. Somehow, I wrapped myself in it during the night and left him with very little. “You should have taken it back.” “I tried.” “And?” “You held on.” I laughed and moved closer, pulling the blanket over his shoulder. “There. Better?” His hand settled against my back. “Much better.” I kissed him before he could say anything else. He answered immediately, drawing me close enough that I forgot about the blanket altogether. There was no sharp breath of pain when I leaned against him now. And I was happy about that. Tamara examined him again three days earlier and finally allowed him to return to his usual activities. The c