All Chapters of Alpha King's Mysterious Human Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Axel leaned back in his seat, a faint smile curving his lips. The simple gesture sent Marcela’s heart leaping. A strange sense of freedom washed over her, half terrifying, half exhilarating. Eremis was right, she admitted silently. I need to free myself. Yet the thought was highly likely to be, as Axel’s presence was so intense, so disturbing, that she wondered if she had the strength to break free at all.Unless she wanted to wear the “Princess mask” for the rest of her life, she had to discover who Marcela truly was. Restraint and sophistication could go to hell. In Tiveden, she had always been an ordinary woman, and she had told Axel everything truthfully.A sudden lightness filled her chest, almost like relief. All her life she had been defined by others: her parents’ daughter, Eremis’s elder sister, the last Princess of Tiveden, and cousin to every royal family. Even her career, though she had proved herself capable, had been shaped by her title. Modeling and presenting had come

Marcela hesitated, her voice reluctant but steady. He had comforted her when she needed it, and that deserved some explanation.“I don’t know,” she began softly, her eyes lowered. “I have been having this nightmare since my parents died. It is always the same: I am being chased, running endlessly, but I never reach a place where I can escape. And then, a few days ago, it changed. I reached a point… and when I looked into the water, I saw my reflection, but it wasn’t me. It was a wolf. How can that be? I am a grown woman. I can’t change into a wolf. It is just a dream, but it keeps coming back, again and again, and it scares the hell out of me.”Her voice cracked slightly, and she pressed her lips together, ashamed of her fear.If only I could see it clearly, she thought. If only the danger would reveal itself, I could face it, but it never does.Her aunt had once told her it was just a “growing‑up dream,” a symbol of leaving childhood behind. But Marcela didn’t believe it. She was gro

The Danish National Opera was established shortly after the end of World War II as a repertory company with a permanent ensemble. In the postwar period, it toured extensively in the Netherlands from its home base in the Stadsschouwburg, a fin de siecle theatre on the Leidseplein in Amsterdam. In 1964, it was renamed De Nederlandse Operastichting. (The Dutch Opera Foundation), and the company adopted a stagione orientation, inviting different soloists and artistic teams for each new production. In 1986, the company moved to the new Stopera building, which it shares with the Dutch National Ballet, and thereafter became known as De Nederlandse Opera (DNO). In 2014, the company changed its name to De Nationale Opera (Dutch National Opera). Marcela had done her homework really well when Axel was busy with his work. They were seated in the VIP box and enjoying the opera. Her mother was a ballet dancer, and she had won many awards, so Marcela was interested in watching the performance on

Axel’s voice broke the silence, even and deliberate. “So he is just on an adventure that he goes about, and nothing serious?” Marcela’s heart missed a beat. His tone was neutral, but his eyes, which she could feel on her, carried a glint in the dark, unreadable yet piercing. Her pulse quickened, betraying her calm exterior. “What else could it be, Axel?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. Her hands were clenched tightly at her sides, betraying her nerves. She forced them to relax, lifting her chin with a faint smile. “Has someone been telling you stories about my brother? About him trying to take over the Kingdom of Tiveden? Axel, that time was already over when our father died. The government rules now. No one can take it back, even if Eremis wanted to. And I am sure my brother is not greedy for power. He just wants to care for the people of the kingdom, where his father ruled for so long; don’t worry, he won’t do anything stupid.” Her words were firm, but inside her chest s

She was shocked by the sudden, shameless relief that coursed through her; Marcela nodded. Yet when he made no further move, shyness flooded her. Hot, embarrassing colour stole along her cheekbones, but she held his gaze without wavering. She wanted him to know she was ready.Although his eyes remained fiercely predatory, his voice gentled, brushing against her nerves. “Are you alright?”“Yes,” Marcela whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.When he bent his head and claimed her mouth, she pressed against him instinctively, leaning into his embrace as he gathered her close. A hot sensation rushed through her, adrenaline surging, his scent filling her nostrils, faint, unique and intoxicating. Her knees buckled, but his grip tightened, pulling her closer against the powerful tension of his body.His tongue probed sensually, coaxing her mouth open, and Marcela’s heartbeat raced wildly, each thud echoing the surrender she could no longer deny.Axel lifted his head, staring down i