Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: 0090

Kaelen POV

My fists clenched even tighter as I fought to keep myself under control, barely resisting the overwhelming urge to snap right then and there.

Who the fuck gave them the right to speak about her like that?

Beside me, even Darius’s grip on my shoulder changed.

This time, he wasn’t trying to calm me down.

His knuckles had turned white, and his claws had begun digging through the fabric of my jacket. He was just as close to losing it as I was, his own wolf bristling at the blatant disrespect.

"What did you just call her?" I asked.

My voice was terrifyingly calm, but the razor-sharp edge beneath it was impossible to miss.

At my question, Elder Viktor’s expression immediately hardened.

He let out a loud scoff before leaning forward over the elevated table.

"So it’s true," he said. "The great Alpha King, who shows absolutely no mercy to criminals, has welcomed one into his own bed. I find that rather hypocritical, don’t you? Especially considering this isn’t the first time you’ve abandoned your principles for the sake of a woman."

Those words were calculated.

Dragging my former mate into a conversation that had absolutely nothing to do with her was nothing more than an attempt to provoke me into losing control.

They wanted me to explode.

They wanted proof that I was unstable.

Instead of giving them what they wanted, I laughed.

A low, dark chuckle escaped my throat, echoing through the council chamber and causing the elders to shift uneasily in their seats, their expressions tightening as the sound reverberated off the high stone walls.

"Ah... Viktor, Viktor, Viktor," I said.

My laughter died as quickly as it had begun, my voice dropping into something so cold it seemed to suck the warmth from the room.

"I think you keep forgetting one very important thing. I am your King... and you are hardly a man fit to lecture anyone about morality. If you intend to preach righteousness, perhaps you should first make sure your own hands are clean."

As the last words left my mouth, my gaze slowly shifted to Beatrice.

She was still sitting below the dais, curled into herself, avoiding my eyes.

It was painfully obvious why she’d been invited here.

She had come to insert herself into this conversation.

I knew exactly what these old fools were trying to do.

They thought they could use Ella as leverage to force me into a political arrangement, to push me into Beatrice’s bed so they could "cleanse" the bloodline.

Too bad for them.

I’d rip Beatrice’s throat out before she even had the chance to take her clothes off.

"Your beloved daughter drugged me," I reminded him coldly, my voice cutting through the chamber like sharpened steel. "In my book, treason and the assault of the Alpha King are crimes punishable by death. Just because I chose to let her walk away with her head still attached doesn’t make me a fool."

I tilted my head slightly, never taking my eyes off Viktor.

"But since we’re discussing morality, Viktor, why don’t you prove your own? Put a bullet through her head. Right now."

Instantly, Viktor’s face drained of all color.

His fists clenched so tightly that the veins in his neck bulged, while Beatrice dissolved into loud, frantic sobs from her seat below the dais.

"Kaelen, that’s too..." Tobias tried to interrupt, his voice shaking.

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