All Chapters of Mated to the Alpha Kings: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

So, lavender is Jordan’s Achilles’ heel, and his brothers’, too.Summoned by me, Phaedra Cascadia clicks her tongue while rubbing salve on Jordan and feeding him anti-allergy medicine. “Lavender, Jordan? Really?”He talks even though he’s coughing so hard he can barely breathe. “Phaedra, do you seriously think I–”“It was my fault!” I hover nearby. “I didn't know he was allergic. I just chose it because it’s relaxing and pleasant. And normally good for you.”It certainly didn’t appear in the information my father gave me. The great Haydon Blessing missed a critical detail? A weakness?Phaedra glances at me, then apparently decides I’m not on her blacklist. “And of course, there’s no lavender in the kings’ suite. We just assumed you’d be spending the night there.”I blush scarlet. How many people in the palace know about me and the Alphas? Is it going to get back to my father? But then, he was in the dark about their allergy.“Jordan!”Kent and Wiley blow into the room, twin hur

I can’t get Jena’s words out of my mind. As I watch Kent pace in his study, his favorite thinking place, I consider sharing what she’s told me. Is he my enemy or just the kings’? Until I can prove there’s reason to doubt Lucas, I decide it’s better not to bring it up. To my lust-filled eyes, Kent is so mesmerizing and sexy when he’s wrestling with a puzzle. Between the manhunt and a minor crisis demanding the kings’ attention and planning for the Hunter’s Ball, we’ve barely had time together. We’ve spent the last two days investigating rogue hideouts and caught a handful of rogues who, unlike Jena, have clammed up tighter than the kings’ vault. They’re currently in the dungeon. We won’t get any of them to turn on Alpha Rollo. One of the kingdom maps in his study is dotted with thumbtacks indicating rogue hideouts. A couple have X-es indicating we checked them out and came up empty.“Why do some of these sites have more than one thumbtack?” “That indicates a site where Rollo mi

I’m stunned that my hands could knead bread dough at the moment, much less living warm flesh. I work Jordan’s muscles, rubbing the cream thoroughly into the skin. With the high concentration of lavender, he should experience a reaction any minute now. Nothing yet except his soft sigh of contentment. I tackle Kent’s tense muscles next, massaging between his shoulder blades. His soft sounds of bliss tug at my heartstrings. Next, I pummel up and down Wiley’s straight back, which is already fairly loose from our afternoon of love. If the Moon Goddess takes them now, let it be when they’re happy. They deserve that much, no matter what they’ve done.I can hear my father’s words ringing in my head: ‘They hurt me, Aurora!" I squeeze my eyes shut before I take a deep breath and continue massaging. The scent in the room is too strong because my eyes are wet and stinging.“I could get used to this,” moans Jordan.“Every day,” Kent murmurs, his voice gentle and mild.Wiley groans a

How the hell did they get in the palace? Who let them in? If I have any future with the Alphas, I swear Kent, Wiley, and I have to have a serious talk about palace security. And by talk, I mean complete overhaul.After the shock wears off, I see one answer immediately. The Stealth Furs royal guards are dressed like the Ruby Alphas’ palace guards. I have no weapons, but I kick and claw and bite and scream until one of my attackers tries to shove a gag between my lips. I sink my sharp teeth into his hand and get the satisfaction of his cry of pain.One of the enforcers hisses, “Unless you want us to kill your guards and anyone who tries to help you, you’ll be a good hostage and come quietly.”My wolf hates these guys, even though I sense annoying self-righteousness from her.I wish she was wrong to feel that way, but part of me is certain I do deserve this ordeal for hurting the men I’ve come to care for—good and decent men and beloved rulers. I become as still and meek as a mous

The lock on the door to the Alphas’ joint suite clicks closed behind us, but I don’t feel one speck of doubt or fear. I’m standing in a living room that is the size of my current bedroom in the palace. A sunken conversation area with comfortable-looking pale red sofas dominates the room. A dining table sits close by. A huge bookcase lines one wall. Exquisite crystal vases full of flowers fill the room, along with a dozen scented candles. A long wet bar occupies one side of the room with all manner of wine and spirits displayed. A chess set sits on a game table. French doors lead out to the balcony. They’re all hovering around me, with sad looks in their eyes. I don’t mind. I could have lost them tonight in so many ways. I don’t want to let any of them out of my sight until morning. “Will you give me the grand tour?” I ask to break the tension. I want to move forward, start anew with them, and put my mistakes behind us. I want to savor this chance we’ve been given. A sizzling lo