All Chapters of Alpha King's Caged Mate: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

EVELYNTwo days passed in the blink of an eye, the second slipping by faster than the first, as the engagement party of Cole Elrod and Skyla Fox drew ever closer.Over those two days, my dreams began to change. For so long, they had been haunted by the image of young – his painful childhood, the way he’d been treated as less than nothing by those who should have loved him, nurtured him.But ever since the news of his engagement had reached my ears, my dreams had taken on a new form. No longer was I haunted by images of the broken boy he had once been, but by the man he had become – the man who stood beside Skyla Fox.In every dream, Cole stood with her, his obsidian eyes gleaming as they stared a moment of undeniable beauty. Their arms were entwined, and they looked so perfect together, as though they had been forged for one another. They stood at the top of a grand staircase, smiling out at the crowd with warmth and grace. The celebration around them was filled with laughter, but it

EVELYNAs I stared at my pained reflection in the mirror, two women entered the washroom.“Lady Skyla looks so beautiful, doesn’t she?” one sighed, shaking her head in admiration. “That dress is absolutely gorgeous. Of course, that girl could wear a sack and still be the loveliest thing in the room.”“And the King…” the other woman murmured in awe, mirroring the first woman’s gesture. “My goodness, he’s even more handsome than I imagined.”“He’s breathtaking,” the first woman agreed.I quickly tidied myself up and left the washroom, unable to endure another second of their gushing adoration, whether for Skyla or Cole. It was too much, a fresh sting to an already aching heart.I headed back toward the hall, knowing Jack would return soon. If I wasn’t there when he came back, I didn’t want to imagine what might happen.As I walked, I caught sight of a woman. It took a moment, but I recognized her – the same golden-haired woman I’d seen in the market earlier. There was something about he

EVELYNFor the first time, Jack’s face was fully exposed.Half of it retained its beauty and striking handsomeness; the other half was a grotesque web of scars, deep and jagged, cutting across his cheek and down his jawline. They were old wounds, yet they seemed vivid, as if freshly inflicted. Each line told a story of unimaginable pain and violence.As much as I despised Jack, a shiver ran through me unbidden, as I imagined the agony he must have endured. The crowd buzzed with hushed whispers. “Goddess, what happened to his face?” someone breathed.“Don’t stare—it’s rude,” another chided, though their own eyes lingered.“Is it true? Why does he look like that?”Jack’s jaw tightened. His expression turned dark and unreadable as he slowly bet to retrieve his mask.The homeless man froze, his earlier bravado evaporating in the face of Jack’s smothering fury. But it was too late. Jack grabbed him and drove a brutal punch into his stomach. Blood sprayed as the man crumpled to the groun

EVELYNGetting in the way? What way?I felt confused. But the woman didn’t give me time to protest or ask any further questions. She immediately turned to the man in the room and gave him an order.“Keep an eye on her,” she instructed, her voice firm, almost as if it were a command.Out in the street, I’d assumed they were together. They appeared to be around the same age and had spoken about their son. But the way she spoke to him, the way she issued her orders, made me wonder if there was more to their relationship than I had first thought.Of course, I didn’t care too deeply about the dynamics between them.What mattered was that I had been tied to a bed by a pair of strangers, and it seemed they had no intention of letting me go anytime soon.I hadn’t expected the woman to call my bluff and refuse to elaborate, but I couldn’t be trapped in yet another situation.Cole… Jack… and now this?I was tired of being caged.As I covertly struggled against my restraint, I noticed the man gl

ADDISONOakley walked over, an eyebrow raised as he squatted down to examine Addison. His eyes trailed over her with an air of detached assessment before his lips curled into an amused smirk.“This poor lady is going to die if you don’t remove your claws,” he remarked, glancing at Elsa.Elsa shot him a glare. “This isn’t any of your business, Oakley. Back up and stay the fuck away.”“I can’t,” Oakley said with mock regret. “The lady’s an important hostage to Mr. Crawford. If she dies, we’d both be in trouble.”Elsa rolled her eyes and scoffed. “She’s not important at all. Frank just keeps her for fun. You know it better than I do.”She turned back to Addison, but before she could make another move, Oakley grabbed her wrist. His grip was iron-strong, startlingly so for someone with a limping gait and a body marred by scars.Addison’s eyes widened as she felt the power in his hand—a strength that seemed unnatural for a man with his appearance.Elsa, too, was acutely aware of his hold. S