All Chapters of Alpha King's Caged Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

EVELYNJack laughed, a cold hollow sound. It was cruel, terrible, and if I was capable of flinching, I would have done so. To my horror and fear, I was, still not yet released from this frozen, muted state my former fiance had left me in.Who is this man? I wondered. Who really is this man I used to know? Where is the Jack who was so kind to me, so kind to everyone? It almost feels like another person wearing Jack’s skin, pretending to be him.Cole’s older brother approached him slowly."Very interesting, Cole,” Jack assessed with a cold gaze. “You never seem to learn," I noticed Cole’s wolf form starting to shrink into itself—his excessive blood loss preventing him from maintaining it. I knew he would soon return to his normal form and I ached knowing the weakness in his body would keep him from protecting himself from any potential attacks.I braced myself as my heart pounded in my chest and my stomach twisted as if there were a knife buried deeply in it. It pained me to be so paraly

JASMINEFlynn wiped his face and let out a heavy sigh, while Leila watched me intently, as if seeking support for her wild theory. I had been following her words closely, but her last theory didn’t sit well with me.Magic... that was beyond imagination.I grimaced at the very idea and then spoke. "That’s a bold speculation, Leila, one I’m not sure about.”"Ah, you don’t believe me," Leila huffed, her golden brown eyes narrowing in irritation.. "What about the mind-linking, Jasmine? You saw it yourself-""But that’s because of the potion the coachman said they took," I replied patiently, though I was anything but."Exactly!" Flynn’s sister said, staring at me intently. "Magic doesn’t just come out of thin air. People without a magical lineage need substrates to perform sorcery. That’s how magic sometimes works. Or can you offer another explanation?"She glanced between me and Flynn, a dark, arched eyebrow raised as if to challenge the Beta and I. Flynn absently ran a hand through his th

JASMINEIt turned out that I shouldn’t have tried to prove I was alright.During the conflict, the man had literally created a hole in my belly, and I quickly began to feel feverish after talking with the Hart siblings. I tried my best to maintain a calm disposition, but a headache started to flare along with some severe aches and chills.I knew I was hurt but I didn’t know the extent of it.Our discussion didn’t uncover any useful information, except for the name of the mysterious kingdom that Leila claimed to be the origin of magic.Tiryn.Flynn was the first to notice my discomfort,.“It’s time to leave,” he said to Leila curtly. “ Lady Jasmine needs rest.”Leila’s golden brown eyes flashed over to me and she scanned me for a moment, like she wanted to counter the idea so we could talk more about the subject, but finally, when I sat down, she seemed to understand the gravity of my situation.Politely, she said goodbye, and then Flynn escorted her out.Outside the door, I heard a sm

EVELYN“Leave with me, Eva,” Cole said, his voice a low, contented whisper. His hand reached out toward me as I lifted my gaze.Cole was a blessing. My deepest love.The wound on the right side of his chest was near the spot where his heart was pounding.Confused, I stepped forward. All I needed to do was hold Cole’s hand, and I could leave everything else behind.All I needed was him and the smile that soothed me more than anything on Earth. He was my anchor… my lifeline.“Evelyn...”Suddenly, I heard a voice from below and I stiffened in surprise.It was Conner’s voice.I looked down in horror to find my beloved older brother’s body lying near my feet. His neck was ripped apart, the gore and viscera sending a wave of nausea. My stomach seized and for a moment, I swore I would throw up. It was a graphic sight, one I wasn’t prepared for.“Eva!” Cole demanded again. There was only an arm's length between us.As long as I lifted my hand, Cole would be able to catch it and pull me over.

EVELYNMuch to my dismay and agitation, Elsa didn’t come to see me the next day, or the day after that.The only person I encountered in this strange place was Crystal, the veiled girl who brought me food for every meal. She was quiet but attentive, insisting that I needed sustenance while I was chained to the bed. I supposed it was sort of kind, but my wild temper made it hard for me to appreciate kindness while being held hostage here against my will.Each time she arrived in the room, I used different approaches of wit to try and convince Crystal to uncuff my other hand so she could walk around, promising that I wouldn’t escape, but it was of no use. She was unwilling to budge, offering only to feed me and make sure I was drinking water.Crystal didn’t seem vexed by my flaring ill temper at all. She simply accepted it, unflinching. I was a bit like a feral animal, a trapped one.Eventually, I felt guilty when I spilled soup or porridge on Crystal’s clothes, forcing her to repeat he