All Chapters of The Alpha King Maker (Ties to the Wolf Blood): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kayleigh “Baby… Can you please listen?” Cillian immediately cups my face and tries to sweet-talk me. But I just heard the most painful words I’ve had to hear in my whole 18 years of life. The man I chose, the alpha heir I gave my heart to, the werewolf who took my virginity --- made me fall in love with him for the sake of revenge. “No.” I’m not sure if he’s using his alpha aura on me, if he can even do that right now, that’s why even while I feel every thread of my heart shred to tiny pieces, I’m having a hard time pulling away from him. “It’s not what you think.” His scent is so strong that it’s doing some sorts of spell, hypnotizing me to stay put. It’s been an hour since I got the blood transfusion from Andrei. I’m feeling 100% better than I was before taking the hybrid blood. I asked everyone to give me time to get cleaned up after my friend and I annihilated the food Misha brought. I never thought I'd eat that much meat for breakfast, but I guess it's a good thing.

Kayleigh I roll my eyes upon hearing my mom compliment Kinsley’s beauty. She is oblivious of my ongoing little rift with the girl I despise. It is not Kinsley’s gorgeous face that makes me feel insecure but her ability to twist things on her favor. Or that she could do it shamelessly. I’m pretty sure she orchestrated this fake relationship charade just to have the opportunity to be called Cillian’s future Luna. It’s burning my insides watching them stand next to each other, seemingly like a real couple, and looking perfectly compatible for each other. I take a deep breath to fight the furious jealousy wanting to erupt within me. “You might be correct with that assumption, Bridget… I mean, Queen Luna.” Miss Bethany arrives and immediately joins our group. She reacts to my mom’s very wrong notion about Kinsley being the future Luna of the Blue Blood Pack. “Miss Bethany. I keep telling you, please call me Bridget. We don’t h

Cillian “Brother. Kins.” Reagan showing up isn’t a surprise to me since Gunner gave me a heads up, just minutes ago. “Look who the goddess has brought me, my prodigal sister.” I train my eyes on her as she walks by me and takes her place next to Kinsley’s side. Two peas in a pod, truly. “Hello, to you, too… brother.” Why she has the balls to snap at me after what she just did behind my back, and to our childhood friend, beats me. “What on earth do you think you’re doing aiding and abetting Kinsley’s devious plans of… you know… on me?” I purposely lower my voice to a whisper not wanting anyone from the board room to hear our conversation. “She’s my friend. I want her to be your Luna. Not some spoiled brat wolf-less princess who doesn’t belong here. I will leave this pack if you make Kayleigh your Luna.” I know that she isn’t fond of Kayleigh but I didn’t realize how deeply foamed her anger towards my mate is. “Thanks to the both of you I’ll probably end up wife-less and c

Andrei If there’s anything that I’m highly impressed about the American and German werewolves, it’s their ability to make a huge entertainment just being, you know, them. Who would’ve thought that the American she-wolf and the German Alpha will get hitched? No one in the room, for sure. But, hey. At least Gio is now getting some action. Unlike me. Seems like I’ll be forever wooing the she-wolf who will always pine for someone else. “Are you okay, malysh--- Kayleigh?” It’s been really hard not calling her the term of endearment I’ve been using for several years now. “Yeah. Just wanna get done here.” My heart hitches as I peer down to gaze at Kayleigh’s stunning beauty but instantly feel a sting when I catch her locking eyes with the alpha heir seated across us. Cillian.“Attention everyone. Please proceed to your seats. We will commence in a few minutes.” Sarah, or Shana, or what’s-her-face-witch calls for order inside the room. My eyes roam, studying the facial expressions of

Cillian It’s been two days. Two days since the last time I held her in my arms. Two days since I last saw her devastatingly beautiful face. Two days since my heart went numb from the anguish she caused me. Two days that I’ve been dying repeatedly every time the video of Kayleigh and Andrei plays on repeat inside my head. Two days that I’ve been coming to the patrol rest house to hide and avoid Kayleigh during the days and only going back to the manor at nights. Two, fucking, long days drowning in the abyss of heartache. And I know it’s just going to go downhill from here. “Boss. You, okay?” Gunner cuts in my thinking and self-pitying. “I’m fine.” “Well, if you’re fine, then maybe, now is the day…” “The day for what?” “That you eat something and take a shower, maybe.” “I shower every day, asshole.” “Just kidding. Here, have some beef jerky. Your bones are starting to stick out.” “I’m good. Not hungry.” I do shower regularly, I just lost my appet