All Chapters of The Fated Alpha King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kian moved fast.The moment Cedric’s men started breaking down the door, he grabbed Aria’s hand and pulled her toward the back of the cabin. The storm outside masked some of their movements, but time was slipping away too quickly.“There,” Kian whispered, pointing to the small window. “It’s our only chance.”Aria’s pulse thundered. The window was narrow, but she could fit.Another bang from the front door.Kian turned to her, urgency blazing in his golden eyes. “I’ll boost you up. Then I’ll follow.”She hesitated. “What if—”“No time,” he interrupted. “Go.”Aria swallowed her fear and placed her foot in his cupped hands. With a powerful lift, Kian hoisted her up, and she scrambled through the opening. Rain drenched her instantly as she landed on the soft, muddy ground outside.And then—She froze.A towering figure stood just feet away, his broad shoulders tense, his piercing stare locked onto her.Alpha Darius.Her father.The wind howled around them, making his dark cloak billow, bu

Kian’s POVThe moment Alpha Darius spoke the words, Kian felt their weight settle in his bones."Then you will never set foot in this territory again."Exile.A sentence he had heard before. A fate he had already lived.He told himself he should be used to it. That it shouldn’t sting. That he had long accepted his place as an outsider.But this time, it was different.This time, he wasn’t just fighting for himself.He was fighting for Aria.He glanced at her across the hall, standing beside her father, her face set in determined defiance. Even now, after everything, she was willing to risk it all for him.And that terrified him more than exile ever could.Because if he lost her, what was left?A cold sensation prickled at the back of his mind—one he had felt before, like a whisper just beyond his reach. A flicker of something old. Something buried.Something trying to surface.---The first time it happened, he was just a child.A dream. A memory. A fragment of a life he couldn't full

Darius’ POVThe steady scratching of a quill against parchment filled Alpha Darius’ office, but his mind was barely focused on the reports before him. His desk was cluttered with scrolls and ledgers—trade agreements, border patrol updates, requests from neighboring packs—but they all felt trivial in comparison to the decision looming over him.Kian.Aria.His daughter had always been headstrong, passionate, but this? Running away with a rogue, defying her own pack—defying him—had been reckless, dangerous. Yet, the more he thought about it, the more he remembered the dream.The dream that had shaken him to his core.Aria standing before the leaders of the other packs, a mysterious man by her side. A werewolf king. They stood together, hand in hand, a beacon of something greater. Something unified.Kian… could he be that king?Darius exhaled sharply, pushing back from his desk. It was madness to consider. The boy was a rogue, a wanderer with no name or claim. And yet, there was somethin

Aria sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the soft glow of the lantern flickering against the stone walls. The chamber was not a prison—not truly. The thick wooden door wasn’t locked, but she knew better than to think she was free. Guards stood outside, ensuring she remained here until her fate was decided.The room itself was comfortable, almost too much so. A large bed covered in thick furs sat against the far wall, and a small fireplace crackled in the corner, warming the otherwise cool air. A wooden table with a tray of untouched food sat nearby. It was isolation, but not suffering.Her father wasn’t being cruel.But he was keeping her contained.She sighed, curling her legs up to her chest as her mind drifted through the past few days. Everything had unraveled so quickly. One moment, she had been certain of her place in the world, and the next, she was running through the woods with Kian, hunted by her own people.And now Kian was locked away, alone.Her stomach twisted at the

Cedric paced in his quarters, his mind a battlefield of strategy and ambition. The flames in the hearth cast flickering shadows across the stone walls, mirroring the turmoil within him. The pack was waiting. Watching. And Alpha Darius was failing them.Too much time had passed. The Alpha should have acted swiftly—condemned Kian, put Aria in her place, and moved forward. Instead, he hesitated. And that hesitation was a weakness Cedric intended to exploit.He clenched his fists, his nails biting into his palms. A true leader does not hesitate. A true leader commands.And soon, he would be that leader.He strode to the window, looking out over the village below. The pack had been restless ever since Aria had returned. The whispers had already begun. People wanted answers. They wanted justice.It was time to give them something to believe in.Cedric had always known power wasn’t simply taken—it was built. Strength alone didn’t make an Alpha. The people had to want to follow. They had to b