All Chapters of The Alpha King’s Secret Heir: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Amma's Point of ViewI told him the truth. Every word I said to Evander was true. I did ask Jeremy to fetch my pills. He did go into the lower town.I just left out the rest.I left out the other thing he was doing. The plan to get Isa and me out of this pack before anything else can happen to us.If I'd said so, he'd be dead by morning. Or worse, he'd be alive, and I'd be locked in this room with a guard on the door until I was old.So I said pills.A knock comes, and the door opens before I can answer, and I know without turning my head. The air changes, feeling like it’s warm, and the scent is intoxicating."Evander.""Amma."I turn my head, and he’s standing just inside the door with the corridor light behind him, in the same dark clothes, with his hair rumpled and his sleeves shoved to the elbow. There are flecks of something rust-colored on his left cuff. His knuckles are scraped."What did you do to Jeremy?" I snap, and he flinches, very slightly."He's alive.""That isn't what

Noah's Point of ViewI walk into the room, and Amma doesn't know what to do. She's propped against the pillows with the blanket bunched in one fist and her other hand still wrapped in Jeremy's sleeve, and the words she was saying are dying on her lips. Her eyes go to the door, to me, to Jeremy, back to me. She looks like a kid who's been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. The color drains from her face and comes back in two bright spots high on her cheeks.Good. It means she knows what I heard.‘One way or another, I have to get out of here.’I'd stopped outside with my hand on the door to give her privacy, but I heard their conversation. I've been a beta for a long time. Eavesdropping on people of interest is part of the job."Jeremy.""Beta." He's rigid. He sits straight in the chair with a hand pressed to his ribs, and one purple eye fixed on me, and there's wariness in his face that I can't entirely blame him for. The last time he saw me, I was dragging him out of this very r

Amma's Point of ViewI stand with my arms wrapped around myself and watch them, my daughter and the man who taught me how to hold a baby. Kian listens to every word. He nods in the right places. He doesn't glance at his watch, or interrupt, or hurry her along, and she talks and talks, in the long, swooping, breathless loops of a child who's been starved of someone to tell. Her small hand is in his collar. She's twisting it round her fingers.When she finally runs out of breath, she slides down his side and trots across the grass to me."Mummy.""Hello, my love.""Aunt Mira says we can do things now."I blink. "What things?""Things." She spreads her arms. "Like the pond. And the horses. And the tree house, if I'm careful. Aunt Mira says you're getting better, so we can.""Does she?" I look at Mira, who is walking towards us."She does." She turns to Mira, who has now reached us. "Right, Aunt Mira? We can ride ho

Evander's Point of ViewHer room is dim and cool, smelling of lavender and clean sheets. I set her on the edge of the bed. She sits, breathing hard, with one hand clutched to her chest and the other fisted in the blanket, glaring at me. A strand of wet hair sticks to her cheek."What's wrong?" I say."Nothing.""Don't.""I'm telling you, it's...""What's wrong, Amma?" I crouch in front of her. My voice has dropped to something I barely recognize. "Tell me. Is it your chest? Your head? Is it the wound?"I reach for her face. I just want my palm on her cheek to know it's warm. That's all I want.The door bangs open."Alpha!"Sabrina comes first, out of breath, and behind her the doctor, with his bag already open in his hand. Rowlins. My hand is still an inch off her skin. Amma is looking straight at me. She doesn't blink, and neither do I, and it goes on far longer than it should.I take my hand back. I get up and go and stand by the window."Luna." Rowlins sits beside her. "Let's have

Amma’s Point of ViewI stare at his hand, and for a second I almost take it. Instead, I climb the steps without taking his hand. He is not my husband.Isa comes with me, one stair at a time, gripping the hem of my cardigan. At the top, I stop beside him, a careful foot away, and he doesn't touch me. He turns to face the hall."Ladies and gentlemen."His voice carries to the back without effort."Some of you already know why we've gathered. For those who don't, I'll be brief. Five years ago, my mate left this territory. Over the course of that time, she bore me a child." He pauses. "This is Isadora. She's five years old. She is my daughter, and the heir to this pack."The silence comes immediately after he says the last word. No one says anything. Then, suddenly, as if on cue, a roar goes up from every side, a wall of voices, and I flinch. People are on their feet. Someone near the back shouts, "It can't be!" Brian is half out of his chair with his face purple. James has his hand raise