All Chapters of Alpha Prince’s Mute Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Elaine’s POV Killian took a step closer, his eyes softening as he looked at me. "Elaine, would you like to go for a walk with me?"I tilted my head, studying him. "Why aren't you at school, Killian?"He shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I didn't feel like it today."I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his casual response. "Didn't feel like it, huh?""Yeah," he said, his tone light. "Sometimes you just need a break from the routine."I considered his words for a moment before shrugging myself. "Alright, a walk sounds fine."He held out his hand, and I hesitated briefly before taking it. His grip was warm and steady, a stark contrast to the swirling emotions inside me. We walked out of the townhouse, the cool morning air hitting my face as we stepped outside.We strolled in silence for a while, the tension between us palpable yet not entirely uncomfortable. The world around us seemed to come alive with the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. It was a stark c

Elaine’s POV Despite the confusion swirling in my mind, I couldn't deny the anticipation I felt at the thought of Killian coming to the townhouse. It was a strange feeling, almost contradictory. I was supposed to be his captive, held against my will, yet every moment spent with him felt like a breath of fresh air. The walls of the townhouse no longer felt like a prison. Instead, they held the promise of something new, something exciting. Killian's presence brought an unexpected thrill to my days, turning what should have been a grim situation into something almost… fun. As much as I tried to remind myself of the reality, of the danger and the reasons for my captivity, I found myself looking forward to our encounters. The way his eyes would light up when he saw me, the subtle smiles, the moments of laughter during our walks—it all chipped away at my defenses.I didn't understand it. It didn't make sense. But perhaps, in this strange, twisted game we were playing, that was the point.

Third Persons POVLeah stood in the grand ballroom, overseeing the final touches being added to the opulent decorations for the upcoming ball. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, casting a warm glow on the elegantly draped tables and the polished marble floor. She was meticulously planning every detail, ensuring that the event would be a grand spectacle, befitting her status as the Alpha Queen. Yet, despite the splendor around her, a bitter knot of resentment twisted in her chest.Killian was supposed to be by her side, helping her plan this important event. Instead, he was preoccupied with Elaine, the girl he had under custody. Leah knew all about his relentless pursuit of evidence against Elaine, working tirelessly to ensure she was found guilty of the heinous crimes that had shaken their kingdom. It infuriated Leah to no end. While she wanted Elaine out of the picture, she despised the amount of attention Killian was devoting to her.She moved through the room, inspecting th

Killian’s POV The sweet taste of Elaine mixed with my cum has me kissing her deeper. I run my hands down her back, feeling every contour of her delicate spine, before grabbing her ass firmly. Her shocked whimper is drowned by the hard spank I land on her ass, the sound echoing in the room before I squeeze, making sure she feels the sting. “Fuck, Killian,” she whines against my lips. “You really love spanking me, don’t you?”My response is another hard spank, the flesh reddening under my touch. “I love my marks on you,” I grunt, tilting my head to suck on her neck, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. Pushing my hand between us, I cup her pussy, feeling the wet heat radiate from her. I trace my middle finger over the seam of her slit before pushing inside, feeling her walls clench around me. “You’re so fucking dripping. I should’ve known you’d like it rough.”“I shouldn’t like it so much,” she whispers, her voice trembling. Our eyes lock, and for a moment, I see the vulnerabilit

Killian’s POV The day of the ball dawned with a kind of restless anticipation that hummed through the palace halls. Leah had been planning this event for weeks, orchestrating every detail with the precision of a master conductor. I knew she had high hopes for the night, especially when it came to the outfit she had commissioned from the royal tailor. It was supposed to be a symbol of our unity, a dazzling display of our power and status. But I had other plans.As I stood before the mirror in my chambers, the suit Leah had chosen for me hung nearby, a silent testament to her meticulous efforts. It was a masterpiece of tailoring, a dark ensemble threaded with silver accents that gleamed under the soft light. It was designed to command attention, to make me look every bit the alpha king she wanted to show off. Yet, as impressive as it was, I couldn’t bring myself to wear it. It felt like a costume, a façade for a role I no longer cared to play.Instead, I chose something simpler, someth