All Chapters of Twin Alpha Kings Pup Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter Eighty: I Need To Get Out Of Here Kiara POV: The cold, unyielding room stretches out around me, the glamorous decor a stark contrast to the emptiness I feel inside. Chandeliers glint above, the light catching the jewels, but their sparkle only seems to mock my bleak situation. The rich drapes, lush carpets, and exquisite furniture all feel like a cruel joke, a trap set to lure me into a nightmare.A full day has passed since Aiden took me hostage, each minute dragging on, the silence of the room weighing heavily on my soul. Food and water appear every few hours, silently delivered by unseen hands. I pick at the meals, my appetite gone, the taste of betrayal lingering in my mouth.Betrayal. That word has been haunting me, taunting me with the reality of my situation. How could Aiden, someone I thought I knew, turn out to be like this? And Riley, my friend... How could she have done this to me? It's a wound that cuts deep, the pain of it lingering long after the shock has wor

Chapter Eighty-Two: Can You Help MeKiara POV: The room's oppressive air weighs heavily on me, a tangible reminder of my captivity. The walls are bare, with no adornments, just like my life now — devoid of joy and freedom. I've been trying to formulate a plan to escape, playing out different scenarios in my mind, but every thought only spirals into despair.A creak of the door interrupts my restless contemplation, and Aiden strides in, holding a tray of breakfast. I study his face, trying to discern any hint of emotion, but his eyes are inscrutable, a mask hiding his thoughts."Good morning, Kiara, my sunshine," he says, his voice smooth, betraying nothing of his true intentions. "I hope you're hungry."I force a smile, determined to play my part. "Thank you, Aiden. But, you know," I begin, feigning a nonchalant tone, "I was thinking maybe we could eat downstairs. In the dining room?"He freezes, eyes narrowing. "Why?" A single word hangs heavily in the air, a challenge.I swallow

Chapter Eighty-Four: Ceremony Part One Kiara POV: My heart was pounding as I sat on the edge of the bed, minutes stretching into eternity as I awaited the dreaded ceremony. Today had marked nine days since I had last seen my mates. Aiden had left to prepare, leaving me with my thoughts and the unyielding walls of the room that had become my prison. The scent of wolfsbane wafted from hidden corners, a poisonous deterrent for any wolf thinking of shifting. I took out the small, crudely carved wooden figure from under the mattress. It was a wolf, whittled by shaky hands in stolen moments—Seraphina had given it to me just this morning. "It's a guardian," she'd said, her voice almost a whisper, "to watch over you." I clenched it in my hand now, drawing strength from its form. Seraphina had begun to trust me, to believe in the sliver of hope we were both clinging to. In return, I'd promised her that I would find a way to escape, to bring help, and to expose Alpha Francis for the tyra

Chapter Eighty-Six: Ceremony Part ThreeKiara POV: As the door closes behind Aiden with an almost palpable finality, I turn to Riley, who is hunched over, her whole body quivering. Her face, framed by her dishevelled brown hair, is marred by the unmistakable flush of humiliation and heartbreak. Each tear that falls from her eyes seems to carry the weight of a lost dream, of a love painfully unrequited. I catch her eye for a moment, and in that brief connection, I see a whirlwind of regret, guilt, and desperation."I'm so sorry, Kiara," She sobs, her voice a shaky timbre reverberating through the tension-saturated room. She falls into my arms, her frame trembling like a leaf in a storm. I feel her wet tears soak through the fabric of my dress, each droplet a physical manifestation of her despair. "I messed up. I messed up so badly, and this isn't what I wanted. Goddess, what have I done?"I hold her, not because I've forgiven her, but because I know the hellish turmoil that love, es

Chapter Eighty-Eight: Captured, Again Kiara POV: My paws dig into the damp forest floor as I race forward. The scent of rich earth and decaying leaves fills my nostrils, but above it all is the ethereal aroma of freedom, so tantalizingly close. I can practically taste it. I'm meters away from the kingdom borders, so close to summoning help for my fallen sisters to avenge their cruel fate. It's this determination, this primal thirst for justice, that propels me onward. But then, a new scent drifts into my range, mingling with the smell of the forest in a way that makes my heart drop like a stone in water. It's something dark, something overpowering and foreign. My ears twitch as the sound of heavy, thudding paws fills the air, drowning out the other natural sounds of the forest. My fur stands on end; my instincts scream at me that something is dangerously amiss. Confusion clings to me for a heartbeat—just long enough for the terrifying realization to crash over me like a tidal wav