All Chapters of The Alpha King is Addicted to Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

(Hilda) The morning sun cast long shadows over the training grounds as I arrived, the air cool and crisp with the promise of a new day. I had barely set foot on the dirt path when I saw Arlo already there, his powerful frame cutting an imposing figure as he spoke with his Beta, Percy. Seeing him, I felt a mixture of emotions, a strange blend of gratitude and frustration. He had been nothing but kind to me, but his constant presence was both a comfort and a reminder of my unresolved feelings. Today, however, I was determined to focus on my training and nothing else. "Good morning, Hilda," Arlo greeted, his voice carrying across the grounds. His tone was warm, his eyes bright with a playful spark. "Morning," I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral. I couldn't afford to let my guard down, not when so much was still uncertain. Arlo joined the practice today, something he rarely did. His presence was usually reserved for overseeing training or handling pack matters, but today he was

(Hilda)The days following that night by the fire were filled with a newfound sense of purpose. I immersed myself in training and the pack's daily activities, striving to carve out my place among them. Arlo was often nearby, his presence a steadying force, but it was Percy who seemed to occupy my thoughts more and more. His quiet strength and understanding gaze became my anchor, a comforting presence that eased the turmoil inside me. It wasn't long before others noticed the growing closeness between Percy and me. Whispers followed us as we moved through the camp, and I couldn't ignore the glances exchanged by the warriors. The tension was palpable, an undercurrent that grew stronger with each passing day. One afternoon, as the sun dipped toward the horizon, casting a golden glow over the camp, Arlo approached me during a break in training. His expression was guarded, his eyes darker than usual. "Hilda, can we talk?" he asked, his voice strained. "Of course," I replied, sensing the

(Soren)The camp was shrouded in the early morning mist when I awoke, the remnants of a restless night lingering in my mind. The fire from the previous night had long since died down, and a heavy sense of anticipation hung in the air. As I made my way through the camp, I found Cerelia waiting for me, her eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and worry. "We need to talk," she said, her voice low but firm. "Privately." I nodded, leading her to a secluded spot away from the main camp. Once we were alone, she turned to face me, her expression serious. "Soren, we need to discuss Hilda," she began, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We can't ignore the fact that she holds valuable information. If we're going to challenge King Arlo, we need every advantage we can get." I hesitated, the thought of involving Hilda stirring a mix of emotions within me. "Cerelia, I don't know if that's a good idea. Hilda's already caught in the middle of this mess. Dragging her deeper into our plan

(Soren)I moved through the dense forest, each step careful and calculated. The early morning mist clung to the ground, adding an eerie quality to the already tense atmosphere. Cerelia's words from our conversation replayed in my mind, her insistence on involving Hilda leaving a bitter taste. Yet, as much as I hated to admit it, she had a point. I tried to mind link her but to no avail.We needed Hilda's inside knowledge. But that meant finding someone loyal to King Arlo, someone who could be bribed or convinced to carry a message to her. I didn't have to search long. The snap of a twig alerted me to the presence of another in the woods. I crouched low, moving stealthily towards the sound. As I peered through the underbrush, I saw him—one of King Arlo's men, a scout named Rolf. He was younger, probably not much older than Elias, and his nervous glances around the forest told me he was still green.I waited, watching as Rolf settled against a tree, his hand resting on the hilt of his