All Chapters of The Alpha’s Secret Hybrid Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

☉NAIDA Vicious whispers followed me. “The Alpha King picked her himself.” “She was nothing but an imposter. If witches were not extinct, I would think she was one. She must have bewitched him.” “She’s not even special. Nothing but a pretty face. I hope he gets tired of her soon.” “Of course, he will. He never takes mistresses. I heard he rejected even the most exotic and foreign beauties brought to his chambers. She's a mere peasant, lower than a slave, she snuck into the palace for the goddess' sake. She's nothing. Below us, even.” I kept my head high and face forward, as I hurried after the Headmaid. I had to appear calm and unaffected by the whispers, even if I was screaming and panicking on the inside. Beads of sweat rolled down my spine, because the events of today had my head reeling. “Naida,” Eolia whispered. I looked at her. She smiled at the panic on my face. “Relax. The worst is over. The king won't be cruel to you, you'll be okay.” I nodded, trying my hardes

☉NAIDA “I'd like that.” He answered silkily, running the soapy washcloth down his abs. Goddess curse me. I made my way forward to grab more soaps from the shelve. I felt his gaze following me. Kneeling at the edge of the pool, I cleared my throat subtly, waiting for him to move closer so I could reach him. He waded closer, and faced me, waiting. An awkward silence ensued, but that just had to be me. His confidence levels had to be through the roof if he could maintain eye contact with me while literally washing himself. I was ready to evaporate into steam, looking everywhere but at his face, or soaking wet body and I wasn't even the one naked. “Um,” I muttered, “I think it would be more effective if you turned around.” “I’d rather have my eyes on you, Naida. You're interesting,” He said, arching one perfect eyebrow. “Never seen anyone get under Freya's skin as much as you did.” I wasn't sure what that meant, but I blushed all the same. Resigning myself to my fate, I

☉ELDARIEN Thunder boomed ahead, as potent as the sudden tension radiating between us. If he was expecting to provoke me, well, that didn't work. I just stared at him with narrowed eyes as he hurled out as many hurtful things as he could. Then he was heaving, glaring at me like he wasn't sure who to focus his anger on. “You could help me have my revenge,” He snarled. “But I won't bother asking, because you won't. One would think you were part of the Eldermagyn, yourself.” He brushed past me, prowling through the ruins of his pack. I stared ahead, feeling the slow rage simmering under my skin. No, my rage wasn't directed at him. But at the Eldermagyn, because I have hated them for so long. I breathe, eat, and sleep imagining how it would feel to drain the life out of the ageless witch and flay her council of werewolves alive. Lorthian was in deep grief, I could excuse his behavior. A severed mate bond was a terrible thing. Many werewolves never survived the pain. But he would

☉NAIDA He got up from his seat and prowled towards me. I remained in my curtsey, staring at the floor with wide eyes. “Rise,” He said gently. I hesitated, because he was standing so close. I was scared that I would unravel if I gazed up at him, give in to my forbidden urges. But he made the decision for me. His finger hooked under my chin and lifted my face. “What's your full name?” “Naida Ashryver.” He was so close, so warm, and the sweet scent of wine clung to him. My eyes were locked to his, and it burned, burned, burned just to behold his magnificence up close. “Naida Ashryver,” He repeated, my name sounding so silky and sensual on his tongue. “Whatever it is that plagues you in your nightmares, it can't reach you here. You're safe.” He was so solid. So strong, like I could melt into him and forget about everything else. But that was not my place. “Thank you for your concern, my king.” I stepped away from him. “Good night.” 🀫🀆🀫 I could not sleep for the rest of

☉NAIDA I gaped at her, a smile forming on my face. I knew exactly who she was talking about. It had to be the kind old man who had saved me from the Ivorythorn guards and smuggled me into Ravthorn in the secret compartment of his perfume carriage. I had to see him again and thank him for his help. I told Eolia about him, and we both hurried our steps to his large store on the less busy side of the market. Only to see a small crowd gathered there, and listen to the cries and wails coming from within. “What's going on here?” Eolia inched forward, pulling me through the crowd. My heart had dropped into the cesspool of dread in my stomach. My tongue tasted bitter, a chill taking over my skin. Because instinctively, I knew what had happened here. I had been exposed to death one too many times, that the smell and taste of it were now familiar to my senses. We finally broke through to the front of the crowd and saw what they were gathered around. On a wooden cart, an old man lay