All Chapters of Alpha King's Caged Mate: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The disjointed voice of Augus laughed, a gravely, almost ancient noise that sent a shiver down Sylvia’s spine.“I’m too old to remember those details,” he remarked. “How are you, Syl? Have the years been treating you well?”“I could be better,” Sylvia spoke, her sharp tongue as sharp as ever as she addressed her uncle. Despite the threat, she remained unfaltering and strong. “The years haven’t always been easy thanks to your constant attempts to hunt me down, Uncle.”She observed the dark room, seeking his familiar tall yet thin form. When she didn’t find him, she suspected that he wasn’t actually anywhere near.He must have placed an enchanted sapphire here to keep an eye on everything, Syliva thought, her mind steady as she continued to study the area. Still, she didn’t expect that he could communicate with me through the jewel… his power must have significantly improved over the years.Augus laughed again, the sound sending a chill down Sylvia’s spine.“You misuse that word, my pre

JASMINEI fidgeted in the meeting room as I waited to see him. A maid brought water and tea to ease the exhaustion from my journey while I waited, though my nerves made it impossible to feel refreshed.I had just returned to the palace and wasted no time requesting an audience with him. But doubts began to creep in as I leaned back in the chair. I longed to see him, but I was nervous to speak with him about the King. I didn't want to add to his worries and see him hurting. Maybe I should have given myself more time to think about how to organize my words. I felt stupid acting like a love-struck fool.The door clicked open, and I was jolted upright.I quickly stood and saw Flynn. He paused at the door, staring at me. My breath caught in my chest as I met his intense gaze. I didn't know what he was thinking of. The moment seemed suspended in timeI swallowed and called him gently. "Flynn, I..."But before I could finish my sentence, he strode across the room and pulled me into his arm

EVELYNNot long after I woke up, Crystal knocked on the door and walked in. She opened the curtain and window, letting fresh air in. The room was well-lit, and combined with the scenery outside, I was reminded that I had left the old palace- the Gods Peak, several days prior.We had been traveling nonstop for the past few days when Jack decided he wanted to stop and take a rest.I had no idea where we were now since I wasn’t allowed to get out, but I could see that Jack was very cautious.The cottage we stayed in was far from villages or cities, so far that I could see no strangers around. Jack had only taken two guards and Crystal with us. Our entourage was light, more so than I was used to.Aiden had wanted to follow. He had a fierce fight with Jack about it that ended poorly. It was a painful event I didn’t want to recall. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt for me anymore.Still, I didn’t know if what I was doing now was correct. I felt uneasy, not only because of my dreams but also

ADDISONAddison looked into the distance as she felt a chill run through her. She tightened her coat.The Gods Peak loomed ahead.The summit of the steep mountain was veiled by thick clouds. Surrounding it were virgin forests—plush, thick, and unmarred by anything else. The wind blew strongly, making eerie noises through the trees.Addison wondered if anyone could even survive under such harsh conditions up there.She glanced behind her, one arched blonde brow rising as she noticed the soldiers all looked exhausted. She couldn’t blame them though. They had traveled non-stop from Halian to the most remote land of Hescor.“Is everyone ready to climb?” she asked.“Yes,” the soldiers answered in unison.However, Addison noticed one voice missing from the collective response:Lord Albert Hart.Turning to face him, she saw his frown as he stared at the mountain. Addison’s lips curled in faint, cruel amusement. “Are you afraid, Lord Hart?” she asked, her brow arching even further. Her disda

ADDISONHours passed by, and the sky grew dimer, but Addison Madden, Albert Hart, and the soldiers were still stuck in the same clearing.No matter how many times they tried, how many routes they attempted or turns they avoided… they always returned to the same place. They had walked exceptionally slowly, making symbols on the stones to track their passage. They had moved as quickly as possible, trying to break through whatever force was misleading them.But everything they tried was futile… and they were growing increasinly restless and exhausted with each passing effort.The mist surrounding them was suffocating, too thick and too heavy. Addison stumbled toward a trunk and leaned against it, trying to catch her breath. A dull ache began to bloom in her head.She began to wonder if this was the end.What a hilarious thing to think about, she thought bitterly, a trace of laughter in her internal tone.Such an unforeseen twist.She imagined the shame she’d bring upon her family if she