Chapter 65
Normally, it takes a solid four damas hours to reach the Alpha King’s palace–even at full speed. But today, somehow, my wall, who’s be cursing me but since the second we left the Red Night Pack, managed to shave it doim to thrée.
Three hours.
Three relentless hours of tearing through forests, leaping over rivers, crashing past startled wildlife, and ignoring every bone deep warning my body tries
to send me
Not that I’m complaining
I’m a man in love. The sooner i get this ridiculous “line” sorted for taking down a corrupt power structure to protect Kali, the sooner I can get back to her
back to where I belong
But I won’t be every mile I put between us gnaws at me. I hate this distance.
And I regret not marking her.
Deeply.
Without that mark, I have no way of knowing where she is, if she’s okay, or if she even made it safely to Blood Fang with her mom. No connection. No
bond.
Sure, Fury and a few warriors are with them for protection, but even the natural link between Fury and me is starting to fade with the distance. And without the mate bond. I’m completely in the dark
If I’d just marked her, we’d be connected–heart, soul, mind. But something about marking her in the middle of that cursed territory didn’t feel right. Sacred things deserve sacred moments.
not claws at m
Still… the regret claws at my chest.
By the time we reach the tall hedges shielding the rear of the palace grounds, my wolf is practically foaming at the mouth with frustration, snarling in my head like he wants to tear me apart from the inside out.
My muscles scream, my1
skin burns from the sudden shift, but I push through the pain. I grab the spare clothes we always keep hidden and throw them on, brushing the dirt from my pants before that damn mutt starts complaining again.
“This is all your fault, he growls for what has to be the hundredth time, pacing in my mind. “You should’ve marked mate–even if we didn’t mate her then at least I’d be at peace. I could talk to her. Feel her.”
J sigh, running a hand through my damp hair. “We will mark her,” I murmur. “Once we return home. And then we’ll make love to her. Properly, in our bed. With candles and everything. Romantic as hell.”
That earns a bark of disbelief, like I just said we’d be dancing under the moonlight to love songs.
“Since when do you do romantic shit?”
I smirk, adjusting my collar. “Since I fell in love with Kal
He makes a gagging sound so loud it echoes in my skull, “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t act like you’re not whipped too.”
“Tch.” He doesn’t answer, and I take the chance to cut the link between us before he can start nagging again.
Chapter 65
the time I step Inbes the palace courtyard, the scent of burning intense assaults my hope. The air shins -thick
than time. But I don’s Birch.
I march through the front entrance like town the place. The guards straighten, eyes wide in surprise as I pass. Clearly, they weren’ti
I push the thought aside. The palace is massive–built to intimidate. And yeah it probably works on mist.
But not me.
I walk tall, my steps echoing with authority, radiating the Mpha energy I was born with.
Then I enter the grand hall–and immediately stop cold.
The raised platform at the far end, the one with the three thrones–especially the contral one, made of black iron and carved with moons and wohres–is empty.
That’s the Alpha King’s throne.
He’s always there.
That’s where he spends most of his days–holding court, hearing petitions, and issuing orders. I’ve never come here without finding him seated like a god among mortals. His absence feels wrong… like a sword without its blade.
Where the hall is he?
I frown just as a footstep behind me makes me spin. A palace guard steps forward and offers a slight bow. “The Alpha King is in his personal chambers, Alpha Jack. He’s resting… and not receiving anyone at the moment.”
What?
I blink, then scoff, temper flaring. “What the fuck are you talking about? He summoned me. He asked me to come.
The guard blinks like I’ve just grown horns. “I… I wasn’t informed-”
I don’t wait for him to finish as I storm past him, following the strongest scent in the palace–the Alpha King’s. It’s sharp, deep, and ancient Easy to trace. Thear guards yelling behind me, trying to catch up, warning me off, but I ignore every damn one of them.
“The Alpha King isn’t in the mood-
I shove open a thick, arched door carved with runes and symbols of the old bloodlines his office.
And step!
inside.
What I see brings me to a standstill.
The Alpha King sits in a massive chair behind his desk, shoulders hunched forward
d like the weight of the world finally crushed him into that chair and
forced him to bow. He looks… tired.
His shoulders, broad and powerful, slump under a weight I don’t understand. His eyes, sharp and emerald, don’t carry their in
It’s his eyes.
“Why are you here?” he asks, arching a tired brow, but there’s a steel edge under his tone. “I didn’t call proposal and marry my daughter?”
My jaw ticks.
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