All Chapters of THE ALPHA KING'S FAKE BRIDE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ValarieThe morning sun poured through the tall glass windows of the palace, spilling warmth across the floors. I hadn’t slept much. After the kiss in the garden, I had returned to my chamber, my heart still fluttering, my lips tingling from his touch.I touched my fingers to them now, replaying the moment in my mind again and again. It hadn’t been just a kiss. It had been a promise… or maybe the beginning of something I wasn’t sure either of us had the courage to name.But as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, brushing my hair slowly, reality began to creep in.Tristan was still Alpha. I was still his unwanted bride… at least in the eyes of others. No matter how warm his eyes had been last night, how gentle his hands had felt, it didn’t erase the tension that still existed between us or the whispers that floated through the palace corridors.I sighed and reached for the silk robe, wrapping it tightly around me before stepping out of the chamber.As I walked down the hallway to

CarlI could sense it, the shift in the air, subtle but unmistakable. Tristan was changing, he smiles often now and does things he dare not do before and I knew the cause.Her.Vanessa .At first, I thought she’d be like every other pretty face sent into this palace , refined, mild, quiet. Someone molded by duty, too afraid to stand tall in the presence of Alphas. But Vanessa was different. She wasn’t just beautiful , she was unintentionally magnificent , the kind of woman whose presence lingered long after she left a room, charming and elegant And Tristan, as much as he pretended otherwise, was completely drowning in her without even realizing it.Or maybe he did.Maybe that was the real reason he’d been colder than usual, more easily irritated, and more reckless with his decisions. He was trying to bury what was obvious to everyone who dared to look closely enough .the Alpha and ruler had fallen and he was falling hard.And I was enjoying every second of it.It wasn’t about her, n

CarlThe morning sun was shining beautifully as I stepped out of my room and headed towards the balcony.I could still hear my mother’s voice echoing from last night, “Win the people. Win Theo.”I’d spent most of my life hiding behind sharp wit and casual indifference, watching Tristan take center stage while I stayed in the wings. But this time, the stage was mine, and I was about to command it with a different kind of power, not force or Alpha authority, but charm. Presence. Influence.As I walked through the corridors, the palace staff seemed to stiffen slightly, unused to my early presence. Good. Let them get used to it.“Good morning, Clara,” I greeted the elderly maid tending to the vases near the hallway.Her eyes widened slightly. “Oh… good morning, Prince Carl.”“Those are tulips, yes?” I asked, pausing beside her. “My mother always said they brighten any room. You’ve arranged them beautifully.”A soft flush touched her cheeks. “Thank you, sir. I….i try my best.”“And it show

Valarie The music behind us slowly faded as we walked down the grand corridor, away from the noise, away from the laughter and whispers. It was just the two of us now, and somehow, the silence felt louder than anything else.My fingers brushed against the smooth fabric of my dress as I walked beside him, feeling oddly aware of every step. The walls of the palace, adorned with golden sconces and elegant paintings, had never felt so intimate, so quiet. And yet, there was something in the air, something unspoken between us that made the silence hum with meaning.Tristan hadn’t said much since we left the party. He wasn’t cold, not exactly, just thoughtful. Still, I couldn’t help but glance sideways at him, trying to read what lingered behind his eyes.“You’re quiet,” I finally said, keeping my voice light. “Should I be worried?”His lips twitched with a faint smirk, eyes still forward. “You’re always trying to provoke a reaction.”“Only when you make it too easy.”That earned me a quiet

Valarie The morning sunlight poured through the windows of my chambers. It was warm, soft, and comforting… but I felt none of it.I sat on my bed, my silk robe draped loosely around my shoulders, my eyes fixed on the steaming cup of tea that had long gone cold on the table. The warmth had faded, just like the certainty I once held about my place here.I hadn’t slept. Not after the call. My parents’ words still echoed in my mind like ghosts refusing to be silenced.“If Tristan finds out, there will be no mercy.”“You must protect this secret at all costs.”And worst of all… my own thoughts.The shameful realization that I didn’t want Vanessa to wake up. That I was falling deeper into a life that wasn’t mine. A love I was never supposed to have.I pressed a hand to my chest, as if I could still my heartbeat. But it raced on, fast and uneven, betraying every emotion I tried to bury.There was a knock at the door.“Come in,” I said, quickly wiping my face and straightening my robe.One o