All Chapters of Her Alpha King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"What does protecting me have to do with this when you just endangered my life? Have you not heard what people say about him? His ruthlessness, his unforgiving personality, his need to repay people with evil. Do you want me to go on and on?" I said, my voice low and heartbroken. The betrayal and confusion I felt were almost too much to bear."I did it to protect you, Alyssa," she repeated, the same justification she had been giving since we came back home. Her words felt hollow, like a mantra she was trying to convince herself of as much as she was trying to convince me."Then explain to me how what you just did has protected me. You should have just left me with him," I said, turning away to look out the window. The view outside was a blur, my mind too preoccupied with the turmoil within to register anything else."You would be safer with him. He would protect you. Forget what everyone is saying about him; he can never hurt you," she insisted, but her words felt like they were meant

--Alyssa---My mate was seated in front of the car, with his mother beside me. I didn't want to look at anyone, so I turned my gaze out the window, trying to distract myself with the passing scenery. Before we entered the car, his face had been stoic, showing no emotion. Now, tears threatened to come out, but I held them in. I didn't want them to see me as weak.His mother glanced at me occasionally, making me feel uncomfortable. It was as if she was trying to read me, trying to understand what was going on in my mind. Her scrutiny made the already tense atmosphere even more oppressive.The journey had stretched on for over two hours, and I was exhausted. I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I was scared—what if they did something to me while I was asleep? My mind was a whirlpool of anxious thoughts, making it impossible to find any peace.My stomach growled loudly, breaking the silence and adding to my embarrassment. Everyone in the car could hear it, even his bet

--Alyssa--"Dear, this is your personal maid," Caroline, Xavier’s mother, said with a kind smile. She gestured towards the young woman who had come to my house earlier today."She is called Lily," she continued, and I nodded in acknowledgment. Lily was a petite woman with a calm demeanor, her brown eyes warm and inviting. She wore a simple yet elegant maid’s uniform, and her presence was reassuring."Good night. I will see you tomorrow," Caroline said, her voice gentle as she bid me farewell. I nodded again, watching her leave.Now, it was just me and Lily. The dining room had emptied, leaving a sense of quietude that felt both comforting and isolating. I wondered where I was supposed to sleep tonight. Was I staying here in this grand dining room? The question hung in my mind as I glanced around, taking in the opulent surroundings."I will show you to your room, Luna," Lily said, her voice respectful and soothing. I nodded, grateful for her guidance. Finally, I would be alone, a chanc

--Alyssa--I woke up on the sofa, my back aching from the uncomfortable position. I glanced at the bed, scanning for any sign of the ruthless man. All he could have done was to find another room for himself or stay out of sight. The room was empty. To be sure, I sniffed the air; his scent was absent.Feeling a wave of relief, I stood up happily. Almost immediately, there was a knock on the door."Come in," I called out, already recognizing Lily’s scent from the other side.She entered and bowed slightly. "Luna, are you ready to take your bath?" she asked, waiting patiently for my response. The formalities and the title felt so foreign to me, still something I was getting used to."Yes," I replied, partly because I wanted to explore and find a way to execute my escape plan as soon as possible. Not everyone knew my face, so walking past the guards without being noticed seemed feasible.Lily led me to the bathroom, and I followed. "I will prepare the Jacuzzi for you," she said, opening a

--Alyssa--Xavier never looked at me once. The only time he did was when I entered the dining room, and his expression was one of clear displeasure. His eyes flashed with anger, though I couldn't fathom why. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, wondering what I had done to provoke such a reaction.“Hey, you sit there and I’ll sit here,” said a girl who looked about my age. She slipped into the seat beside me with a casual ease that put me slightly at ease.“Hi, I’m Meredith. I didn’t get the chance to meet you yesterday because I had class,” she explained, her tone bright and friendly. Her presence was a welcome distraction from the tension radiating from Xavier.“I guess you are the famous mate of my cousin,” she said, extending a hand in a gesture of friendship. I shook her hand, grateful for the small connection in this otherwise isolating environment.“Yes, that’s me,” I replied, managing a smile. Meredith’s friendliness was a stark contrast to the coldness I felt from Xavier.“I