All Chapters of Married to the alpha king, pleasured by his son : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~Storme~The next day, Grace prepared me for the introductory dinner which the king had called for Theo’s fated mate.Even as Grace helped me with my clothes, hair, and makeup, I still felt uneasy. There was this tightness in my chest, almost as if my windpipe had been blocked. Air could hardly penetrate, and before I knew it, I couldn’t take it anymore.I clutched my chest, bending over and gasping for breath. A shaky breath left my lips, and I began to feel the beginning of a sob bubbling in my throat.“Your Highness,” Grace asked, concern etched on her forehead, “are you alright? You suddenly look pale.”What was this feeling?Why did I feel like I was about to lose something extremely dear to me?‘You know you could always let him know that you don’t want to see him with any other girl instead of letting us suffer like this.’ Sunny whispered in my head. ‘Just tell Theo. He’d do anything for you.’‘This isn’t about Theo, Sunny,” I mind-linked, “I just feel sick.”‘The very moment y

~Storme~As Theo and I walked side by side into the palace’s private garden, I couldn’t stop the thoughts that kept on warring inside of me. I couldn’t hold off the jealousy that I’d felt seeing another woman trying to lay claim on my mate.My heart was beating an unsteady rhythm, but my face remained composed.The moon goddess must be having such a fun time, seeing how she had managed to turn such sensitive matters into a game. Maybe this was part of the cruel fate that she had prepared for me.Get married to the father, and be the son’s mate.I must really applaud her for her twisted sense of humor.Theo had barely spoken since he followed me out of the dinner. I could feel his emotions crackling in the air between us; anger, frustration, perhaps a little bit of desire.His fists were clenched at his sides, his jaw tight. I thought that I could have apologized for the way I acted, but I didn’t think that I did anything wrong. He was the one who had allowed her talk about his sexine

~Theo~Days after, I avoided Storme as much as I could. Her rejection had hurt me tremendously, more than I ever imagined that I could. Choosing to stay with my father rather than building a new life with me? I could never understand that. What was she so afraid of, anyway? I’d told her countless times that I was going to protect her.A sigh of defeat left my lungs as I covered my face with my hands. My body has felt weak ever since, unable to do most of the things that it used to. Maybe a run would do me some good right now. Yes, I should do a bit of sprinting.Willing my body to move with me, I stood and went to the little door hidden in the deep crevices of my closet. It was a door that led to a very private and secret place where the royal family could go for a run and get back into their rooms without worrying about their nakedness.The moment I transformed into my wolf and began to sprint through the woods, the wind hitting my fur, my paws hitting the soil, trying to drain my

~Storme~“Theo!”A wave of panic jolted through me as I watched his body fall with a thud to the ground. I quickly knelt beside him, bringing his head up to my lap.“Theo, open your eyes. Look at me.”His body was burning beneath my hands. His eyes, hazy with pain, flickered open and struggled to focus on me. His breaths were shallow, his skin clammy, and the wounds across his chest and arms bled freely, soaking into the dirt beneath him.He was dying.“No. No, no, no.” I whimpered, shaking him, “I’m here Theo. Look at me, please.”He wasn’t responding. It almost looked like he was dead. His pulse was almost unnoticeable, and his breathing had almost seized.Panic clawed up my throat. “No, please, I will not let you die,” I cried, “You cannot die now, not when I’m here.”I pressed my hands over the gash on his side, desperate to stop the bleeding, but the moment I touched his skin, I felt something shift. A current, warm and powerful, pulsed beneath my fingertips, like a heartbeat sep

~Karen~I traced the edges of the tiny vail with my fingertip, my mind filled with frustration and simmering anger. The garden was quiet except for the soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds, but it did nothing to soothe the fire burning in my chest.Theo had refused me again. He was really ready to die instead of mating with me. He was ready to choose that woman over and over again over me.I gripped the vail tighter, recovering myself enough to loosen my grip just before I broke the container and the contents spilled to the ground. It had taken me a lot of money and time before I was able to lay my hand on such a dangerous substance.A small smile filtered across my lips as I gazed at the vial reverently. “If you won’t be mine because of her, perhaps you would rethink if she’s out of the way?”Since we were children, I had known he was mine. Betrothed since we were five, raised with the understanding that one day, we would be bound together in both duty and love.