All Chapters of Alpha Killian : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Yifa's POV As I cautiously approached the motionless wolves to check their condition, a figure emerged from the surrounding woods. He wore a distinctive blue and yellow uniform, catching my attention. Elena and Anita instinctively backed away, their wariness increasing as they observed five more individuals donning the same attire. However, this time, these newcomers carried weapons. From their uniforms, it was apparent that they hailed from the Western kingdom. "Shift!" the commanding figure in front of me uttered assertively. The leader possessed striking features—an allure emanated from his luscious brown hair and captivating green eyes. He bore resemblance to a majestic tree, exuding an ethereal beauty. Yet, despite his appearance, there was an air of ferocity and strength about him, evident from the abundance of badges adorning his attire, surpassing those worn by his comrades. "Did you not hear him? He explicitly instructed us to shift," the man standing beside him uttered, h

"Your Highness, your esteemed knight and loyal brother has arrived," he announced. I felt a mixture of relief and apprehension. As they finally returned, a sense of unease settled within me, as if foretelling an impending event for which I was ill-prepared. However, I dismissed it as mere nervousness and fatigue catching up with me, choosing instead to take a deep breath and welcome them inside. Derek and Black appeared unchanged despite their frequent comings and goings over the past two months. Although visibly weary, they seemed to be in good health. "Ah, I hope this time proves to be the one we've been waiting for," my brother grumbled as he collapsed onto the sofa with a resounding thud. Black chuckled and turned his attention to me. "He's always complaining. I never want to endure another mission with him again," he remarked with a wry smile. I nodded sympathetically and let out a sigh. "I understand your frustration. After all, you've acquired no less than twenty white wolves

Yifa's POV "You are to obey all my commands," he continued, his words laden with authority. "If anything goes awry, you shall face punishment." Punishment? Would he truly subject his own mate to such treatment? My father had never intentionally harmed my mother.. "Do you understand, rebel?" he inquired. "Rebel, that's what he called me. He requested his partner to become his servant. What is this? Some sort of fetish? "I-I don't understand. Wh--" I started to ask, but he abruptly interrupted me. "I'm not asking; I'm commanding you to do it. You don't have the option to say yes or no." "I give orders, and you obey them," he added, his voice devoid of warmth and emotion. I couldn't resist any longer; his scent permeated my senses. He stood right in front of me, dangerously close. I looked up, and immediately regretted it, for his gaze pierced into me with intensity. Challenging me to defy him. His eyes narrowed as I met his gaze, but fortunately, he didn't demand that I avert

Yifa's POV We maneuvered through countless corners, ascending numerous flights of stairs. The grandeur of the palace's interior surpassed its modest exterior. Intricate walls adorned with antiquated depictions of peculiar locales and captivating people surrounded us. My attention was immediately captivated by a particular frame we passed by. It held a picture of Killian's parents, the former King and Queen. Killian himself bore an uncanny resemblance to King Fenrir, while Derek inherited a blend of his parents' features, particularly Queen Ruby's fair, blonde locks. The striking azure hue of their eyes mirrored their father's. Lost in contemplation, I inadvertently halted my steps. Black, ever gentle in his approach, inquired softly so as not to startle me, address his as “His Highness”. I shrugged, unable to articulate my thoughts immediately. "I was merely observing the resemblance between the King and... His Highness," I corrected myself mid-sentence. Although Black exuded a kind d

Killian's POV I had awakened from one of the most peaceful slumbers I had experienced in a long while. The night before had been filled with tender moments and passionate encounters, leaving me thoroughly content.. Throughout the night, we had whispered words of love into each other's ears, our bodies intertwined intimately, a dance against the sheets. Waves of pleasure and adoration propelled us, driving us to explore one another again and again.. In the pinnacle of our ecstasy, we had marked each other, as if to seal our destiny of eternal happiness. But little did I realize that not all paths lead to a blissful end. As I gazed at her peacefully slumbering form next to me, a smile crept across my face. However, there was an unsettling tranquility about her sleep. Planting gentle kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and finally her lips, I anticipated a playful response or a flicker of awakening. Yet, no reaction came forth. Considering it a playful prank, I decided to tickle her, hop