Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: 0092

Lorelei POV

"Don’t tell me you’re crying over a mere guard."

This time, it was Kaelen who spoke.

His gaze remained fixed on me, his amber eyes following the tears as they rolled helplessly down my cheeks.

But I couldn’t stop them.

This wasn’t fair.

No wonder Paul had looked so defeated back at the orphanage.

No wonder he had barely spoken during the drive back to the estate.

He must have known this was waiting for him, and if I had known, I never would have acted so recklessly.

Realizing I wasn’t getting through to Darius, I slowly turned my full attention to the Alpha King. Closing the short distance between us, I stopped right in front of him.

"Please," I whispered, looking up at his cold, unreadable face through blurred vision. "Let him go. I swear it will never happen again."

Kaelen’s expression didn’t change. His face remained as hard and unyielding as stone, and with every second that passed, panic and desperation consumed me.

Before I could stop myself, I stepped into his space and wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face against his chest.

The instant I did, Kaelen’s entire body went rigid. He froze as though I had just done something completely unimaginable.

"Please..." I sobbed against his shirt, clutching the fabric tightly in my fists. "I’m begging you."

A heavy silence settled over the torture chamber while Darius stood motionless, watching us with an expression that had become impossible to read.

Kaelen remained completely stiff beneath my touch. But when it became obvious I wasn’t going to let go, a low, defeated growl finally rumbled deep in his chest.

"Ah, fuck," he muttered, letting out a long, frustrated sigh.

He looked down at me for a brief moment before lifting his gaze to Darius.

"Release him."

Hearing that, my heart leaped into my throat.

I pulled back just enough to look up at him, but Kaelen had already turned his face away, his jaw locked into a hard line.

But I didn’t care about his coldness anymore. Whether he was shutting me out or not didn’t matter.

All I cared about was that I had managed to get through to him.

"Thank you," I whispered, wiping the remaining tears from my face.

The sound of iron chains clattering echoed through the room as Darius finally moved to release Paul. The moment the restraints came off, my former guard collapsed heavily onto the stone floor, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Damn.

They really hadn’t gone easy on him.

My stomach churned at the sight. How could such a simple mistake have led to this? If I had actually died from that fall, what would they have done to him?

I didn’t even want to imagine the answer.

Letting out a relieved sigh, I instinctively stepped toward Paul. Then I stopped and turned back to Kaelen, deciding to try my luck one last time.

"Can we get the healer for him?"

Kaelen’s expression hardened again.

"I’ve already shown him..."

"Please..." I interrupted softly, pressing my lips together as my fingers nervously fidgeted with the hem of my sweater.

Almost immediately, he let out a sharp, ragged sigh. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he threw his head back in obvious frustration before finally calling out,

"Guards!"

Two guards immediately stepped forward from the shadows.

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