All Chapters of Alpha King's Caged Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

EVELYNFor the first time in a very long, long time, I dreamt of my family.But this dream was different from the ones I usually had. Those consisted of pleasant memories, laughter, the first time I had ever held my little sister in my arms… happy things that made my heart ache when I awoke.Occasionally, I dreamt of that dreadful trial day. Those my made my heart hurt in a different way and often elicited anger and tears upon my waking.This one, however, was completely different.This dream was about Windsburn Island, a place I’d never visited, but haunted me often.I saw my father working in the mines, where all exiled to the island worked tirelessly to repay their debt and atone for their crimes. He looked emaciated, so much so that I could hardly recognize him. His eyes were sunken, as were his cheeks, and his skin was paper-white as if he hadn’t seen the sun in months. He worked like a lifeless puppet, sweat streaming down his gaunt face without him having time to wipe it away.

EVELYNIt was a few minutes before I could even manage to pull myself together enough to stand.Maybe Skyla Fox was lying. Maybe she was just trying to make me miserable. Maybe she heard it wrong or misunderstood it.Aiden couldn’t be dead.Could he?Breathe, Evelyn. You have to breathe. You need to. You have to.I took a few more deep breaths, banishing the images of Aiden from my mind to help steady myself, and straightened up. I wiped the tears from my face, smoothed my hair down, and straightened my gray uniform before heading back to Leila’s chamber.The last thing I wanted to do was attend to her, but I couldn’t just disappear without a word.“What was going on out there?” Leila asked when I entered, still in bed. She appeared less cranky than earlier, but still annoyed. “Why was everyone shouting?”“The King is taking Lady Skyla to visit the House of Fox,” I explained vaguely. “The servants are preparing her things.”Leila frowned, raising a dark eyebrow in confusion as she sa

EVELYNAs the sentence escaped me, I began to doubt my plan. I didn’t want to cry, but tears sprang out against my will.I watched as Cole’s face slowly turned cold and his eyes shifted from disbelief to mockery.“So that’s the reason...” he scoffed. “You want to trade information with your body? Don’t you think you’re thinking too highly of yourself?”His voice was filled with contempt. “Was she telling me the truth?” I asked boldly.He suddenly reached out and cupped my chin, raising it up as he stared down at me.“What will you do if I tell you that it’s true?” he demanded. “Are you going to be buried with him? Do you love him so much that you’ll fall to pieces?”“Aiden is my friend,” I managed to say through my trembling.“That’s what you would do for a friend?” Cole sneered. “I didn’t know you were so loyal to friends, Evelyn. Aren't you a traitor?”Tears rolled down my cheeks, blurring my vision and twisting the image of Cole’s face.How many times would I have to bear this?Wh

COLEAddison took another deep breath as Flynn and I waited for her to tell her story. Her gray eyes were uncertain at first, like she didn’t want to follow my orders. Part of me didn’t want to blame her for her hesitation, given this situation with her twin sister, but the other part was the Alpha King. If my brother or his followers were somehow responsible for Jasmine’s disappearance, I couldn’t allow her to withhold information from me or Flynn for that matter. “I understand you don’t trust us, Your Majesty,” Addison said as she glanced at Flynn with a trace of mockery. “The Madden’s hands are always dirty with blood no matter what we do. But I assure you that House Madden is utterly loyal to you, Your Majesty. Because that’s our only choice.”I lifted a brow. “That seems like a poor choice of words given the context of this situation, Addison. Proceed with caution.”“I’m sorry,” she apologized quickly, holding her hands up as if to settle my rising irritation. “I said that inco

JASMINEThe coachman laughed.“You’re right,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “But I hope you aren’t trying to go against the Master. We both know that would go poorly for all involved.“I won’t,” Elsa swore. “I wouldn’t ever do that.”The coachman nodded and glanced over at me, lowering his voice as if that would keep me from hearing him. I couldn’t be that surprised. He seemed no older than me, perhaps even younger. He likely had no idea about what the members of House Madden went through when they came of age.The training camp was brutal and intensive but it taught me how to be stealthy. My hearing was better than most, so I was able to hear every single word, no matter how low he whispered.He and Elsa might be assassins and kidnappers but I was not prey.I was a predator.“But there will be a delay if we spend too much time on her,” he said quietly. “It would save a lot of time if we just kill her.”When the coachman turned to look at me over his shoulder, I immediately evened