Todos os capítulos de Alpha King's Mysterious Human Mate : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Her lungs tore with every breath, raw as if she had swallowed glass, and still her legs kept moving, carrying her down the slope of a valley she did not recognize toward a forest that rose ahead of her like a wall built to keep something in or something out. The night was dark, and she could feel the cold soaking through her thin shoes with every stride.She didn't know why she was running. She didn't know from whom.She only knew, with the kind of certainty that if whatever followed her closed the distance between them, there would be no morning, no waking up from this.Run. Just run; don't stop to understand it. Understanding can come later, if there is still a future to consider.The trees swallowed her, and for one heartbeat she let herself believe she was safe and that the dark could hide her the way it hid everything else. Relief flooded through her chest.Then the footsteps came again, closer than before.That was the worst part. Whatever hunted her wasn't chasing. It was strol

Light poured across the ballroom in glittering sheets, poured back a hundredfold by crystal, by silk, and by the bright hard gleam of jewelry that had crossed oceans to be here tonight. It was, by every measure that mattered to the people in this room, the finest banquet the Cross family had ever given, and every well-known name in Sweden, and many beyond it, had come to witness it.Axel Cross stood a little apart, as he always did, and let the room move around him without quite touching him.The band had just played a few numbers of the local folk song, and waltz time was a signal for the guest to take their partners for the first dance of the evening. The whole ballroom was filled with women who were wearing designer gowns made by famous designers and magnificent jewelry hung around their necks and ears as they walked with their partners towards the dance floor.Axel's gaze found the bride, and something in his face, some habitual hardness he wasn't even aware of, eased, just sligh

The DJ stopped playing, and the sudden hush made Axel loosen his arms around her. He looked down with a smile that was pure male challenge. “You should come to the Netherlands. Fascinating flora, superb scenery, some of the best tourist places you will ever see.”Adric snorted inside him. What a cheesy way to invite her, you pig. And boring, too.Axel’s lips twitched, but he kept his gaze steady.Marcela tilted her head, her tone flat. “So I believe. Perhaps one of these days I’ll visit.”“I’m going back tomorrow,” Axel pressed, his voice eager. “Why not come with me?”Adric growled. Oh boy, aren’t you desperate?“Shut up, Adric,” Axel muttered under his breath.Marcela blinked, startled by the intensity in his eyes. Why would he suggest something so crazy? she wondered. Yet beneath her shock was a fierce desire to say yes. I could pack a small bag… it wouldn’t be that bad.But common sense rallied. “Thank you for your offer,” she said carefully, “but I can’t just head off like that,

Lady Zaria irritated her. Each step she took across the ballroom pressed down on Marcela’s chest, dragging with it the weight of her mother’s anguish, her grandparents’ whispered accusations, and the bitter truth that this woman had once tried to destroy her family.Marcela’s breath came shallow, her pulse quickening. That cunning smile—sharp, practiced, poisonous—stirred memories of her mother’s silent tears, of nights filled with dread that Zaria’s obsession would never end. Anger raged beneath her calm exterior, but she forced herself into composure. Showing weakness would only feed Zaria’s cruelty.Zaria’s mocking voice cut through the air. “Princess Marcela, or should I say ex‑princess Marcela?” She laughed lightly, the sound dripping with malice. “This must be such a difficult time for you. I admire your courage for attending my nephew’s wedding. But shouldn’t you be at home, crying, since he broke your heart by marrying someone else?”Marcela’s jaw tightened, but her reply was

The previous night still clung to her like smoke that hadn't quite cleared. The raw encounter with her father's killer, along with whatever warning Eremis had tried to give her afterwards, made it almost easy to stand her ground. But then the ball had come to an end; Alexia and Arthur had been swept off under a storm of rose petals and cheering well-wishers, and she and Eremis had driven home together in a silence that left far too much space for second-guessing.By the time she reached her own bed, she couldn't fully explain, even to herself, why on earth she had let her dislike of the woman manoeuvre over her into a decision she might come to regret.And the shocks hadn't stopped there.The first came from Axel himself, as he had told her that Eremis had left for the trek halfway through the night, without so much as a goodbye."Why?" The word came out sharper than she meant it to, the instant she slid into the car that would carry her and Axel to the airport."My contacts reached