Все главы ALPHA'S DARKEST SECRET: Rise Of The Ultima: Глава 11 - Глава 20

MARCUS The day has been exhausting. Being an Alpha King isn’t just about authority. It comes with immense responsibility. Protecting the pack is one thing, but ensuring the welfare of Alacia’s people is another. I strip off my royal regalia, changing into my nightclothes. Of course, they’re not just any nightclothes for a common being; they’re made of the finest materials, meant only for royals. I’m about to retire for the night, but I just can’t. Not yet. My mind is too restless. Too many things are troubling me. I close my eyes and send a message to Aldrien—my Beta and confidant. "What?" His voice reaches me like a growl, low and rough, mixed with a muffled moan. I smirk, already knowing exactly what he’s doing. It’s late, and I expected him to be busy with something, but I still need him by my side. There are urgent matters to discuss. I almost tease him. "Screwing a pussy?"—but I hold back. His voice tells me enough. He’s always been a sex-driven bastard, and his mate is so

EMAL The sudden creak of the door startles me, yanking me out of my thoughts. I bolt upright from my laying position, a bit scared out of my wits. And then, standing in the dim glow of my room’s light, is the last person I expected to see at this hour; my father, the Alpha King. I dare not react. I dare not show any sign of weakness. Slowly, despite the dull throbbing in my knees, I try to stand. "Welcome, Father," I greet him formally, my gaze locked on the floor. Eye contact with him is something I’ve long learned to avoid. He watches me for a moment without saying a word, then gestures for me to sit. I obey. It’s not like I have the strength to stand for long anyway. Hands clasped behind his back; he steps closer. He’s hesitating. Choosing his words carefully. But I know better. I see right through him. He’s not here out of concern. He’s just playing his role, pretending to be a father. "How are you doing?" His voice is smooth, calculated. He lifts a hand and brushes his

EMAL The voices of my father and Blake echo relentlessly in my head, fueling the storm of emotions raging inside me. The pressure is unbearable—I need to release this pent-up frustration, or I might explode from suffocation. For a moment, I consider sneaking out of the castle again to clear my mind, but I know the guards are on high alert. After what happened yesterday, I’m certain Father has given them strict instructions to keep an eye on me. My thoughts drift to Matilda. Maybe she can soothe me, calm me enough so I can sleep tonight. I head straight for her chamber, but upon arrival, her maid informs me she’s in the bath. Bad timing. I should have thought this through. With no other option, I let my feet carry me aimlessly. Soon, I find myself outside the castle, wandering with no destination in mind—just searching for some kind of peace. As I cross the empty field far behind the castle, a faint sound catches my attention. Footsteps. And something being dragged along the gr

EMAL Instead of answering Lilly’s question, I just stand there, silent, locked in her embrace as minutes slip by. There’s something about the warmth of her hug that reminds me of Matilda’s—the only comfort I’ve ever known. She pats my back gently before pulling away, her eyes scanning my face with concern. “Sit,” she says, nudging me into a nearby chair. “Now tell me—what happened?” So, I tell her. Everything. The things I heard, the confusion twisting inside me, the fear of facing the possible truth. When I finally finish, she lets out a long sigh. “That’s… a lot,” she says. “What are you going to do now?” I shake my head. “I don’t know, Lilly. I don’t even know where to start. I want answers, but I—I don’t think I’m ready for them.” My voice breaks. She studies me for a moment, then hesitates before asking, “Wait… did the Luna actually say you had another mother?” “Not exactly,” I admit. “She just said she could never be my mother. That my face reminds her of ‘that woman

LILLY Emal waits until I step inside my house before turning to leave. From the window, I watch his figure disappear into the distance, and wave goodbye at his behind as he disappeared into the distance. Letting out a deep sigh, I brace myself for what’s to come. Moving carefully through the house, I make sure to keep my footsteps light, not wanting to accentuate my presence to my grandma. I place my bag in its usual spot and tiptoe to her bedside, relieved to see her eyes closed. Just as I start to relax, believing I’ve successfully avoided her notice, her voice cuts through the silence. “Where are you coming from? And who followed you here?” My heart lurches. I freeze, momentarily speechless. I should have known. Grandma never goes to bed without seeing me first, except on rare occasions. “Ah, Granny, you’re awake,” I say, feigning nonchalance. I hurry to her bedside, grasping her aged hands, stalling for time. “I wasn’t sleeping. Answer my question,” she presses, sitting