Alphas' Proud Mate novel Chapter 73

A Deal With the King

I can’t breathe.

The moment the Alpha King steps further into the hall, it’s like all the air is sucked from my lungs. My chest tightens, a violent pressure clamping down until I feel like I’m suffocating. My head dips without warning, heavy as stone, falling forward like it no longer belongs to me.

What… the hell is happening?

Why can’t I control my body?

I gasp for air–ragged, shallow breaths that scrape painfully through my throat, but it’s like trying to breathe through water. Every inhale burns. My vision swims.

Is it his aura?

Can it really be this strong?

I’ve felt dominant wolves before. Alphas with enough presence to make your knees buckle like Jack, yet I don’t. But this–this is different. This is something else. It’s not just power. It’s not fear. It’s not even pain.

It’s everything.

And it crushes me.

I want to lift my head, to see him, but my body stays frozen, trembling under the weight of something I can’t name. My fingers twitch uselessly against the burning silver chains, but I can’t move. It’s like I’m not even inside myself anymore. Just a soul caged in flesh that won’t respond.

Then I see it. His shadow.

It stretches along the gleaming marble, stopping right beside me.

My breath stalls.

He’s here. Standing close–so close I can feel the heat of his presence seeping into my skin. Seconds pass. Then more. It turns into minutes, and he still doesn’t move. He just stands there.

Why?

Why is he just standing there?

Is he staring at me?

My heart thuds unevenly. Loud. Wild. And I still don’t look up. I can’t.

Not because I’m afraid.

But because it feels wrong. Like looking at him would shatter something sacred. Like I’d break apart in ways I’d never recover from,

The air between us is suffocating and electric–thick with something ancient and deep. But it’s not a mate bond. No sparks or pull or aching need. This is different.

It’s peace.

A kind of impossible peace that stills every broken part of me, quiets the storm in my chest, even without my wolf. Like… I’m home.

And I hate it.

I hate that I feel this way about a man I’ve never met. The father of the woman trying to kill me.

“Dad,” Lady Celestia’s voice snaps through the air like a whip, sharp with irritation. “Why are you just standing there? Sit on your throne and make the judgement already!”

She grabs his arm, tugging him like a spoiled child. I don’t see it. But I feel it. Like she’s dragging him away from some invisible thread connecting us.

And for once… I’m grateful to her.

Even if I secretly want to watch her burn.

The Alpha King finally moves, the air shifting as his presence glides away. I hear the soft thud of boots ascending the steps toward the throne.

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Lady Celestia’s heels follow quickly after, her perfume dragging behind her like poison.

I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding, my chest still aching.

But it’s not over.

I can feel his gaze.

Heavy. Burning.

Still on me.

“Look at me,” he says.

Just two words.

But my heart stops.

The voice–it slams into me like a wave. Familiar in a way that hurts. I know it. I’ve heard it before. Somewhere distant. Maybe in a dream. Maybe in a memory that isn’t mine.

And suddenly, a sharp pain erupts in my skull. I hiss, trying to lift my head–trying to obey–but nothing happens.

I don’t move.

I can’t move.

My limbs stay locked. My neck stiff. My eyes fixed on the ground like they’re glued there.

What the hell is wrong with me?

He’s the Alpha King. His command should override everything. Everyone obeys him.

So why can’t I?

Is it because I’ve lost my wolf? Is that why my body won’t submit?

Or… is it something else?

“Dad, I told you…” Celestia hisses from above, voice full of venom. “*She’s fucking annoying and stubborn. So disrespectful and deserves death

–*AH!”

There’s a sharp yelp, followed by a string of curses.

“Dad, this throne… burned me!” she cries out, full of shock and disbelief. “Something’s wrong with it!”

My lips twitch. I don’t look up, but I don’t need to.

I can hear the smirk in the Alpha King’s voice.

“Celestia, stop being dramatic and sit down.”

There’s a pause.

I imagine her pouting. Her stupid, flawless face twisted in spoiled frustration.

“I’m not lying!” she snaps, and I can tell she’s trying again.

More silence. Then a hiss of pain and the scrape of her chair being pushed back.

“Dad, I swear, it won’t let me sit. I don’t understand-”

The Alpha King’s voice is sharper now, touched with genuine surprise.

‘How come your throne is suddenly burning you… when it was made for you?”

Silence hangs for a moment.

Even he didn’t expect that.

“I–I don’t know, Dad,” she stammers. “Maybe… maybe something’s wrong with it. But it’s not important, really. Let’s not waste any more time. Please. Just give-”

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She stops.

Probably realising he’s no longer listening–because I can feel his gaze on me. I still can’t look up. Not until I understand this feeling, until I remember why his voice sounds like a key turning in the lock of my soul.

And why another part is terrified of what I’ll see when I finally look at him.

A monster?

A man?

A father?

“I will give you one chance to defend yourself to tell me why I shouldn’t rip your head off.”

His voice crashes down from the throne like thunder. Deep, powerful… but there’s something in it. A crack. Just a whisper of something that doesn’t fit the image of a ruthless Alpha King.

I frown slightly. Did his voice break just now?

“What?” I whisper, but I don’t say it loud enough. I’m too stunned.

From the corner of the room, I hear a sharp gasp–followed by a high–pitched voice filled with fury.

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“Daddy, what are you doing? You don’t need to listen to her! I told you what she did, how she defied me–your royal authority!” Celestia’s voice sounds like nails on glass. Hysterical. Childish. Desperate.

There’s a long pause. Then the king’s voice again, this time sharper. Cold.

“Keep quiet, Celestia, and stop embarrassing me- and yourself. I am the King here.”

If I weren’t kneeling in front of him with my life on the line, I might have laughed. It bubbles in my throat anyway. For once, someone is telling her to shut the hell up–and that someone is her father.

I don’t laugh though. I breathe. Deep, slow, controlled. I don’t want to die laughing.

“So,” the Alpha King says, voice lower now, like he’s trying not to let

mething show, “go

ahead. Kali, right?”

He says my name like he’s tasting it, rolling it on his tongue, almost mocking–but not quite. For the first time, it doesn’t sound like my name. It sounds foreign, like it doesn’t belong to me anymore.

I stay silent.

“I did my research,” he continues, “I know Alpha Jack is your mate. But that doesn’t mean I should tolerate your disrespect to my daughter- the future Alpha Queen.”

He pauses deliberately, and I feel the weight of the word queen like it’s meant

crush me.

“Disrespecting royalty earns punishment. Laying a hand on royalty…” His tone drops.

1. s. “That’s death.”

My fingers clench against the cold stone beneath me. Laying a hand–like I went out of my way to attack her. Like I’m not the one who was ambushed, provoked, pushed until I snapped.

“So,” he says, “tell me why should I spare your life?”

I open my mouth.

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