The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Dead Kings Don’t Sign Treaties

Agnes received the message at sundown. Folded once, no seal, tucked into the lining of a supply crate that arrived through the eastern gate.

She burned the note in the fireplace, watched the paper curl black, and went to bed beside Garrett as if nothing had changed.

She left before first light.

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The forest north of Darkhowler’s river bend was dense. But she moved quickly because she’d already mapped it two weeks ago.

He was waiting in the clearing with two guards flaking him at a distance. He looked thinner. Harder. Whatever had been stripped from him during exile had not taken the thing that made him dangerous. If anything, it had refined it.

"Father." She dipped her head. The deference was muscle memory. She had more versions of herself than most people had outfits, and she dressed for the occasion every single time.

"You look well. He’s feeding you, at least."

"He thinks I’m his." Agnes pulled her cloak tighter. "The matebond helps. He can feel my emotions, so I make sure he feels the right ones."

Viremont’s mouth curved.

"And the confession?"

"Worked exactly as we discussed. Tears, remorse, the full performance. Garrett is earnest to a fault." She let her voice flatten into the register she used for things that didn’t matter. "Tiberon’s people stopped watching me within a week. As far as Drakenfell is concerned, Agnes Viremont is a cautionary tale with a redemption arc."

She’d gone from most hated woman in Drakenfell to an inspirational story of growth in under three months. Branding was everything.

Viremont nodded slowly.

There it was. The look. The one she’d been chasing since she was old enough to understand that her father’s love had a price tag and she’d been paying installments her whole life.

"And no one is looking at you?"

"No one is looking at me," she confirmed.

"Good." He paced. Slow, controlled, the walk of a man who had been displaced from his throne and had decided the displacement was temporary. "Things are moving."

"Rathmore is loyal to breathing." He stopped pacing. "Men who take power they didn’t earn will trade it for survival when the man who built it comes to collect. That’s not politics, Agnes. That’s nature."

He turned to face her fully.

"I need to know where the Frostborne girl is."

Agnes met his eyes.

She spent twenty years learning how to read this man. Which silences meant approval. Which ones meant she should leave the room. His love had conditions. His anger didn’t. Every gift came with a receipt and every kindness came with an invoice.

The last two months had taught her something she didn’t have language for yet. That a man could hold her while she slept and not expect anything in return. That an apology could be real even when she didn’t believe it.

"I haven’t seen her."

He tilted his head with a curiosity that didn’t reach his eyes.

"You were in Shadowclaw recently. You mentioned that."

"I was. She wasn’t there while we visited." Agnes delivered it with the bored certainty of a woman reporting on someone she found uninteresting. "Garrett brought me because he didn’t want me alone here with your people still circling. The trip was brief."

"So you don’t know where she is."

"No."

He watched her for a long moment. The kind of long moment that had preceded punishments when she was younger. A silence that tested whether the lie in your mouth matched the lie in your eyes.

Agnes held it. She’d been holding it her entire life. This was not new. This was the only thing her father had ever truly taught her.

How to lie to the most dangerous person in the room.

Viremont exhaled through his nose and turned away.

"Then she chose Drakenfell. The prince." He said it with the dismissive certainty of a man filling in blanks with assumptions that confirmed what he already believed. "Foolish girl. Sentiment makes people predictable."

He resumed pacing, hands clasped behind his back.

"It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t need to be found to be useful. I have plans for Tiberon. For the prince." His voice dropped, the register he used when he was discussing people as inventory. "And for Shadowclaw."

Agnes kept her expression flat, but her pulse jumped.

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