The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Extra Chapters (Valka & Lucien) I

Valka

Past

I hadn’t planned on running into him again.

The wording on the whisper had been wrong. I hadn’t accounted for what would happen if he saw me first this time. Or worse... if he chose not to approach at all.

So I had no warning that slipping into Ebonheart would end with far more than I bargained for.

My day went as it always did. The fighting pit. Then the streets, giving away the coins I’d won. Then the tavern, where I drank myself just shy of stupidity. And finally, the long, trudging walk home.

I wouldn’t return. Tonight was the last time I went seeking for something that obviously doesn’t exist. I’d seen a glimpse of her once. Margot Nythorn. She didn’t look like she was missing a single thing in her life. Not the mate she abandoned, or the daughter whose grave she thought was long cold.

For the first few years of my life, I’d hovered around the shallow patch of earth meant for my funeral, waiting like a pathetic fool to see if she’d come by even once. She never did. And I couldn’t have explained why I thought going to ask her to her face was a good idea.

My footfalls are silent as I trail the path back that would lead me to my horse. The track through Velryric was longer but safer from the rogues and bandits, but I’ve never been one who ran from danger.

I’ll cut through the mountains and make it back in three days. Hopefully, father’s anger might have subsided by then.

He’s been angry about everything lately. The relocations. The new names. The bargain we made with survival itself. And the fact that I still refuse to marry.

How do I explain that no one feels right after the Lycan King? That he rewired something in me? That he’s arrogant as sin, prettier than he has any right to be, and has hair that makes me want to shove him into the dirt simply to ruin it? I liked being around him, even if it wasn’t good for me. I wanted to kiss him, even if he wasn’t mine, and it wasn’t right.

A weary sigh escapes me. I shove my hands into my stolen coat--his coat, a ridiculously soft white thing lined with fur that blocks most of the cold. I spot Penny’s rump ahead just as a presence slides in behind me.

I whirl and stop dead as cold steel kisses my throat.

Black clothing conceals everything. His build, his face, even the spill of his hair. Only a thin slit reveals eyes black as starless night. Not that it’s a unique feature. Most Lycans look like that when they’re on the edge of losing it.

But I know it’s him. Maybe it’s the arrogant tilt of his head. Maybe it’s the way he holds the blade like he already knows how I’ll die. Maybe it’s his height or the scent I should not be this familiar with. Intimate, little things I shouldn’t know.

I lift my hands in mock surrender, tapping a finger against the tip of the blade. My heart slams against my ribs at the possibility that he found me first, and judging by the irritation pouring off him in waves... could it be that he remembers?

Still, I manage a confident smile. "Didn’t peg you for a stalker, Majesty."

His gaze sweeps the empty woods behind me. "Where’s the rest of your hoodlum party?"

The blade lowers. He drags down the cloth covering his face and it hits me all over again how stupidly pretty he is. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

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