All Chapters of The Alpha King's Forbidden Mate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ivy P.O.V. I can’t even believe my parents and my aunts. What the fuck was that all about? I know they wanted to make a statement to everyone, the Council in particular, but still. Briell is looking absolutely dumbfounded and I cannot help but feel sorry for her. She ran away from that life when she chose my side in this war, and now she has been thrown back into the lion's den by our Goddesses. “I think we should take this back to the packhouse, or at least let the pack be on their way now?” Isaiah immediately lets the pack and visitors in the stands know that the show is over, and they are on their way out. “Briell, how are you feeling?” I ask, sensing she is on the brim of passing out. She gives me a faint look and a small smile. “I don’t even know what to say?! I never.. How am I supposed to lead them?” She whispers, and I wrap an arm around her shoulder. Tristan kisses her temple. “We’ll figure all of this out together, babe.” He says, looking at me. I give him a bright smile

Isaiah P.O.V.6 months later “Are you sure about this, bro?” Lucas asks me for the hundredth time, and I roll my eyes. What is there to not be sure about? “Absolutely!” Lucas and Milan were promoted from Deltas to Ivy’s personal Beta’s after the battle and Jasper and Astra leaving for Green Forest. They have been doing an amazing job for the last 6 months, and I am very proud of them and the pack for how everyone has handled themselves. The word about Ivy and Jasper ran like wildfire and before we could stop anything or even think about the ramifications, we had Alpha and Lunas coming to our pack to swear allegiance to us as rulers. They do not want to go against a Goddess, even if she insists that she is not. She is, but I do not want to argue with her over it.Ivy has been amazing as well. She has really taken to the duties of everyday Luna and Queen of werewolves. People respect and adore her. She is so sweet, caring and fun to be around. She loves to spend time with the pack's

Isiaah P.O.V.4 months later “ISAIAH!” Ivy screams from our room. Our wedding day fastly approaching, but we decided to wait to get married until she had our baby. She’s been a real trooper through the pregnancy, and has been bedridden for the last month because the little rascal may or may not come early if she didn’t. Not that she wasn’t doing everything right before to keep him in there for as long as possible, but sometimes that is just not enough and you have to do more proactive stuff to ensure a full term baby. She’s been having a tough time accepting that, and twice a week I have been carrying her to the downstairs living room, where she has been reading to the littlest pups in the pack. They have been so fascinated with her growing stomach and the fact the next little Alpha is in there. I adore her, swelling stomach and all. She is as beautiful today as she was the day I met her - minus all the bruises. “ISAIAH I MEAN I… OW!” I jump to my feet, hurrying into our bedroom. I w

Isaiah P.O.V.“A toast to the happy couple! Congratulations, Isaiah! You really are a lucky man.” Aiden says, smiling at me. We are sitting at the breakfast table, just us guys. I raise my champagne glass to him, toasting in silence. The rest say ‘hear hear’ and drink with us. We are having a great morning so far, but I am starting to feel the small nervous jitters of excitement. This day has been long coming, but is finally here. Today I am going to make Ivy my wife! She is already the mother to our son, and seeing her take that role with such passion has been one of the greatest moments in my life! I know she thinks I am a nervous wreck when it comes to Eli, but I just can’t help it. With everything we have been through since I found her in the Fae Kingdom, I am going to keep myself on my toes regarding our son. No one is ever going to hurt him. I know that for sure because they will have to face the wrath of my soon-to-be wife, and I’ll handle the leftovers, but still. He is our so

10 years laterIvy P.O.V.“KIDS I AM GIVING YOU 5 SECONDS TO GET OUT HERE, OR WE ARE GOING WITHOUT YOU! 5, 4, 3.. Thank you!” I’m standing outside the packhouse with Isiah, Eli who is 10, and knows by now not to piss off his mother when we’re going somewhere and our youngest, Ilina who is 2 and sleeping in her stroller. Isaiah shakes his head at me, and kisses my temple. I sigh. I know I’m more impatient today than usual, and that says something, because I’m always impatient when we’re going somewhere, but today is very special and we’re going to be gone for quite some time as a family. Out of house rushes our other children; Gabe who is 8, and the actual spitting image of the uncle he is named after, the twins Isobel and Elain who is 6 and finally our 4 years old Emmet. I put my hands on my hips and look them all over, while Eli and Isaiah snickers behind me. They’re just happy they are not the ones who are in trouble this time. “I am blaming us for being late solely on all of you