All Chapters of Changing Fate for the Alpha King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

DustinI have never faltered during an act. When I know I must convince someone of something, I lie to myself first—That’s how…I have always been successful.But right now…I don’t know what I am doing anymore.I glance at the girl who is peacefully sleeping under the blanket. I told her to get lost, and without even moving an inch, she told me I would have to drag her out if I wanted her gone.I was in no mood for more dramatics. That’s why I let her be. Now, I am regretting it.I lean back in the chair, and my gaze drops to her parted lips. People who call Lana Redley the most beautiful girl in the North just don’t know Elita Folke. She has this kind of beauty that appears ordinary among the faces of other gorgeous girls at first, but the longer you look at her, the more you realize…She is different from others—different in a way I can’t quite understand. When others have this innocent, naive look in their eyes…she has a sharp calculative glint that swims in the depths of those

Elita" I am Levian's mate?" I lift my brows and direct my wide eyes at him.Dustin stares back, waiting for me to throw a tantrum or act recklessly or maybe, he knows I won't. That's why he said what he did.I swallow a bitter pill under the penetrating stares from everyone. I am dying soon anyway. Why did it matter how people remembered me after I was gone?" Of course." I smile, my eyes crinkling with the forced effort. " I discovered this secret last night."" How does this make sense? If she is Levian's mate, how do you know that?" Alpha King Striker questions and becomes the first person to look away from me, and at Dustin again." I might have an answer to that." Tyson follows suit, and pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger." What do you mean?" Alpha King Striker faces him.I awkwardly stand in the doorway, wondering if it's still a good idea to be here when I am being called the enemy's mate. I look to my left, then to my right." I have seen this gi

Elita“ You should have told me sooner, Ms. Folke. It’s far better than pretending to want you and playing house with you. ” Dustin says, without hesitation, without even a hint of any insincerity in his eyes.“ Oh. ” My lips form an O. “ So you were pretending? ”I feel like laughing. It’s nothing new, anyway. Many people have pretended to be something else just to use me. By now…I am used to it.Because how can anyone want someone like me? A girl is supposed to be sweet, innocent, and naive. I am anything but that. I am filled with darkness inside out, and perhaps people can spot that darkness when they look at me. That’s when they decide—she is not worth it.Or maybe it’s not about how I am unladylike. It must be the desperation to be wanted by someone. It must be leaking from every pore of my body and surrounding me like a visible layer. She is desperate. Let’s use her. That must be what always goes through everyone’s mind.He starts again, just on the verge of saying more hurt

ElitaThe fog wraps around me, curling like cold fingers against my skin. Every step I take feels muffled, swallowed by the eerie silence of the woods. It’s unsettling. No rustle of leaves, no crack of a branch. Just me, the fog, and this unbearable quiet. Something feels…wrong. I pause, my breath hitching. I should have encountered some vampires by now, or at least some sign of them. But the forest is empty—too empty. My senses tingle, my pulse hammering against my ribs. But then I glance up at the moon, shining bright and full.Right. Full moons are for their parties. The so-called “festival” where vampires and humans come together for deals, bargains, and blood. It seems Dustin knew this, too. But how does he always know the inside information?My feet move faster now, guided by an urgency I can’t explain. The trees thin out, and that’s when I see it. The cottage. It’s exactly how I remember it—small, tucked into the clearing like it’s hiding from the world. But I know

TysonI have known Dustin since I was a naive little child, living in a colorful, bright world of my own. This makes me privileged—because I can tell when something is not right with him.But it’s not often. Dustin is like a block of ice that never cracks. He holds everything inside, pretends to be a jerk, and does everything in silence—plans in silence, suffers in silence, gets back on his feet in silence.I have never doubted that he will not stay down for a long time. Except for one time before and this time.A long time ago, he told me that if he dies, we all must not die with him. He said he would have to do something, sacrifice something that he holds dear to his heart. That time, he went ahead and offered his precious little sister to an enemy King. Everyone saw his action. How could a brother just trade his sister like this? He was criticized for a long time by Striker, Nora, and Amelia, and that also drove a permanent wedge between him and his sister. But I have never felt