Alpha's STOLEN Mate (by Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

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After Elowen disappeared through her lightning rift, the chaos outside gradually subsided. The flames were extinguished, the smoke

cleared, and soon enough, the guards came flooding back into the dungeon.

They approached my cell cautiously, weapons drawn, clearly suspicious about the convenient fire that had erupted during their watch.

Several of them circled me, examining the bars, checking for signs of tampering or escape attempts.

I remained sitting exactly where Elowen had left me, my expression carefully neutral despite the pain radiating through my body.

After a thorough inspection revealed nothing out of place, they exchanged confused glances and eventually retreated to their posts,

muttering about false alarms and coincidental timing.

If only they knew.

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The wounds from the wolfsbane whips continued to burn with that distinctive silver-poisoned ache. Every breath felt like knives dragging across my ribs. Part of me wanted to let Elowen heal me-I’d felt her desperation, her need to fix what the Elders had broken.

But I couldn’t. Not yet.

I dragged myself onto the narrow iron bed that served as the cell’s only furniture. The metal was cold against my bare back, making the

wounds sting worse.

I tried to sleep, to gather what strength I could for what was coming. But pain has a way of making rest impossible. I shifted positions- left side, right side, back again-but every movement sent fresh waves of agony through my body.

Focus. Conserve energy. Heal what you can.

I was still tossing restlessly when a voice cut through the darkness.

“Oh, my poor Alpha King. What a lonely wolf you are. Do you need some company?”

I didn’t even need to open my eyes to know who it was. That honeyed voice, dripping with false sympathy and barely concealed hunger-

Rowan.

I turned away from the cell bars, facing the stone wall. “Go away.”

But I heard the click of the lock, the creak of the door opening. She’d come inside.

I finally turned to look at her, and immediately wished I hadn’t.

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She’d changed since the trial. Her outfit was a masterpiece of provocation, designed to incite pure lust. It was a single piece of sheer,

black silk that clung to her curves like a second skin, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The fabric was so thin I could see the

hard points of her nipples and the dark shadow between her legs. The garment was held together by a few strategically placed dark jewels,

with her thighs and hips almost entirely exposed. It wasn’t just clothing; it was a blatant invitation.

“Even dressed like that, you can’t hide the truth,” I said coldly. “Your skin is fake. Your youth is fake. Did you really think your glamour

magic could fool me about your real age?”

Rowan’s smile never wavered as she glided closer, settling herself on the edge of my bed. She didn’t just sit; she arranged her body with

practiced seduction, parting her legs slightly so the sheer fabric between them tightened, offering an explicit view.

“Age is just a number, darling. What matters is the experience.” Her hand reached out, fingers trailing across my chest with deliberate slowness. “Right now, I can help you. Whether I’m twenty years old or two hundred-what difference does it make?”

I shoved her hand away with disgust. “I’m not interested.”

“Really?” She laughed, the sound like wind chimes made of bones. “That’s true-you have a young, tight body to play with whenever you want. I understand why you’d reject mine.” Her expression shifted to something more calculating. “But your mate can only help you escape

this dungeon. Whereas I…” She leaned closer, her breath hot against my ear. “I can help you leave and secure your throne permanently.”

Ice shot through my veins. Fuck. She knows Elowen was here?

Rowan caught the flicker of concern in my eyes and smiled wider. “Sometimes, becoming a true king requires the harshest trials. Right now, you’re simply enduring the most poisonous test of all.”

Her hands returned to my body, moving across my wounds with strange purpose. And then-impossibly-the pain began to fade. The burning ache from the wolfsbane dulled to nothing. Even the deep, throbbing agony in my ribs seemed to evaporate under her touch,

replaced by an almost pleasant warmth.

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