Alle Kapitel von Alpha King's Mysterious Human Mate : Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

At Beta Damian’s residence. “Are you sure, Graham?”The voice came from behind them, dry and amused; every head turned. Lady Zaria stood in the doorway, smiling like a woman who had waited years for exactly this moment.Nobody moved; for a few seconds, the room simply refused to make sense. She was really there, in flesh and blood, and her laughter rolled through the hall, vicious and unhurried, while everyone stood frozen and tried to understand what they were seeing.Little Marcela, in her small wolf form, whimpered and cried out in fear.Zaria only laughed harder.In the present, Damian’s fist slammed against the arm of the sofa. “Damn it,” he hissed. “Damn it all.” His eyes had gone red, and the air in the room grew heavy and strained, as though a storm were gathering under the ceiling.Anne caught his hand and held it tight. She knew exactly what he was seeing. He had never forgiven himself for that day. He had been Graham’s beta, the man his alpha trusted most, and he had faile

“No! No...!”“No, Alpha Graham!” The witch’s scream tore through the banquet hall. “Please, don’t do this!”She tried to move, but the iron in Graham’s grip held her fast, as though the floor itself had swallowed her feet. Her face twisted into something so vicious that no one in the hall could bear to look at it. Graham gave her no chance to bargain or conjure.“I, Alpha Graham Anderson of the Tiveden pack, banish you, Greta, witch of the Dark Kingdom, from the Kingdom of Tiveden. I strip you of every power you hold, for every crime you have committed.”He drove the iron into her heart.The hall plunged into darkness; fiery light spun around the witch in a roaring tornado, and the force of it tore at everyone’s hair and clothes. Her shrieks rose, cracked, and slowly faded, and then light poured back into the room.Where she had stood, there was nothing. It was as if Greta had never existed.In the living room, Damian’s voice dropped to almost a whisper. “No one spoke for a very long

With Evans gone, Damian looked over the churning battlefield and felt a cold question settle in his chest. What do they want? The rogues had come out of nowhere, with no demands and no war cry, only a relentless, blind fury.His warriors could fight for days without tiring, but he didn’t want to slaughter these wolves needlessly. Something about their eyes bothered him. They were distant, as if someone else were holding the leash. Not all rogues are bad, and Alpha Graham had always taught them. Be fair, even to your enemies. But how could he be fair without knowing why the fight had started?He scanned the lines for a commander and found no one. Every rogue looked the same, snarling and unthinking. Either they were paid well, or someone promised them something worth dying for. A werewolf banished for a crime either begged another pack to take him in or became a rogue, owing loyalty to no one. These were outlaws, every one of them, and their scent carried the faint, metallic stink of m

Damian stared at the woman he had spent half his life protecting, and the question kept circling back, cruel and unanswerable. Why can’t people be grateful for what they have?He had gone to Graham himself, years ago, and asked him to give Talia more than a place to hide. She is lonely, he had said. Her brother is gone, and she thinks the whole pack looks at her and sees Dante. Let her matter, let her decide things. Graham had listened and made her the councilor. And this was what she had done with their trust. She had used her gift to hypnotize rogues and turn them into the only home she had ever known.His hand moved before he could stop it.The slap cracked through the clearing. Talia’s head snapped sideways, and the red print of his palm bloomed on her cheek. Damian’s own hand burned, and the ache moved up his arm and settled in his chest. I just struck her. He had never raised a hand to her, not once, not even when they were children and she had hidden his boots in the river.She

“Boo... boo... boo...”The sobbing broke into the quiet room, soft at first and then louder. Everyone in the living room turned, confused, searching for the source.“Boo... boo... booooo...”Reina sat curled against the cushions, tears streaming down her face, nose red, shoulders heaving.“Reina, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Damian asked, alarmed. “Why are you crying?”“Boooo...” The wail climbed higher. Eremis leaned toward her, worry creasing his brow.“Dad,” she managed at last, hiccupping, “you died!”There was a stunned pause, and then the room dissolved. Anne pressed a hand over her mouth, Clement threw his head back and roared, and even Eremis had to look away to hide his grin. Reina had always been like this: a story, a series, a film. It didn’t matter; she lived inside every character’s skin, and she grieved for them as if they were family."Our mate is out of this world," Eric chuckled, delighted. Who else could crack the room open in the middle of something this grim? Life wi