All Chapters of The Royal Outcast Alpha’s Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The carriage disappeared into the trees and Aurora was alone on the edge of the forest. She stood watching it for a few seconds, her heart hammering against her ribs, the sound of the wheels getting further and further away taking the only people she had ever known as family away form her, not one looking back, not her father, not Malory and not even one of the guards who had escorted her here.Aurora swallowed hard her throat burning. Her fingers trembled as she reached up to pluck the small golden crown from her head. She stared at it for a brief moment before tossing it onto the grass where it landed with a metallic thud.Aurora flinched. She spent eighteen years thinking that this crown meant something that being Marcus Evan's daughter, meant that she had something to be a princess for that it would always mean something to her in her home country. Apparently she had been mistaken.She angrily wiped away the tears gathering in her stormy blue eyes. “He doesn’t believe me,” she whi

By midday, the forest felt less mysterious in the sun. Still vast and strange, but no longer hiding something in every shadow. Aurora sat by the stream, knees to her chest, watching the water flow over the stones. Her stomach grumbled. "Of course."She'd spent the morning trying to find something to eat, but besides the berries she had no confidence in and the mushrooms that looked as though they wanted to kill her, she'd found nothing. She tossed a stone out into the water. "I should've listened when the palace cook tried to teach me." The memory tugged a smile from her lips, before quickly killing it. There was no palace cook now. No palace. No father waiting for her return. Her room, with her clothes hung neatly in the wardrobe. She was alone, and the water showed no mercy. The grief pressed harder than the hunger, but at least the hunger gave her something to do with her hands.A rustling in the bushes made her look up. A squirrel emerged and froze at the sight of her before stari

Aurora had lived in a palace for eighteen years, but the moment she stepped into Ethan’s, she felt like she had never seen one before. She stopped just inside the entrance and stared. The ceiling rose several stories above her, supported by enormous dark pillars carved with patterns she couldn’t understand. Crystal lights hung overhead, casting a soft glow across the polished floor. Beyond the entrance stretched a wide corridor lined with portraits, each person staring straight ahead with the kind of confidence Aurora had only ever seen in paintings of kings.But it wasn’t the palace that made her uncomfortable. It was the silence.Every person they passed moved out of Ethan’s way. Servants lowered their heads, guards straightened, and some even stopped what they were doing entirely until he had gone past. Aurora glanced at Ethan, but he didn’t seem to notice. Perhaps he was simply used to it.She hurried after him, her footsteps echoing across the floor. “Do they always do that?”“Do

Aurora didn’t sleep. She remained sitting on the edge of the bed, staring intently at the flowers on the bedside table. They had completely stopped moving, and everything looked deceptively normal again. If she hadn’t watched the tightly closed buds open with her own eyes, she might have convinced herself that absolute exhaustion had finally made her imagine things. But she knew exactly what she had seen.She slowly reached toward one of the flowers, but nothing happened. She pulled her hand back, hesitated, and then reached out again. Still, the petals remained perfectly still. Her brows pulled together in frustration as she muttered, “Come on.” When the plant refused to respond, she let out a quiet breath, almost laughing at herself. “I’m losing my mind.”A soft knock came from the door, causing her to immediately pull her hand away. “Who is it?” she called out, her heart quickening.“It’s me,” the familiar voice replied from the other side.She glanced from the flowers to the door,

Aurora woke before sunrise. For a few brief seconds, she lay completely still beneath the unfamiliar blankets, staring up at the stone ceiling and trying to piece together exactly where she was. Then, the reality of the last few days rushed back to her in an overwhelming wave. The forest, the massive wolf, the stoic Alpha, the hidden kingdom, the miraculous flowers, and her own volatile power.She sat up slowly, her gaze drifting cautiously toward the bedside table. The flora was still there, but it had completely transformed overnight. They were alive again. She stared at the arrangement, visually stunned to find that the very blooms which had withered into black dust the night before were now blooming vibrantly as though nothing had ever happened.Slipping out of bed, she approached the wood table with quiet steps. She hesitated before extending a single finger to touch one of the soft petals. Nothing happened. She waited, holding her breath, but the plant remained perfectly still.