Trapped with the Alpha King (Althea) novel Chapter 164

That Dance

Althea froze for a brief second. She hadn’t expected to be called out so suddenly. Her fingers tightened slightly on the fabric of her dress, though her face remained calm.

The whispers began again.

“What could she possibly perform?” someone whispered.

“She’s Cain’s daughter, not a court lady and I heard she never leaves the pack too nor learn a thing. They say she’s the favorite but the good for nothing daughter.”

“You’re wrong. She has magical abilities. And she already proven herself even saving many of our own. I’m sure she has more to show…”

“That’s different from showing a talent in events like this though. Lady Ava trained for years under the royal tutor. Lady Althea can’t compare. Or is she planning to perform a magical abilities for entertainment?”

“Her only advantage is her looks and that she’s the Alpha King’s mate.”

Whispers and some thoughts echoed even louder in Althea’s mind as she accidentally brushed against the surface emotions of those around her. Their envy, mockery, and curiosity rippled through her like a cold breeze.

Gavriel, seated beside her, noticed the slight shift in her expression. His hand brushed hers, a silent reassurance that she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to. He opened his mouth to speak but Althea slowly rose to her feet.

Every eye followed her as she stepped away from the seat, her gown trailing behind her like rippling shadow and gold. She turned to face Lord Marius and Minister Ariel, her posture straight but unforced.

Her voice, when she spoke, was calm and clear. “It would be an honor,” she said softly, “to offer something for Lord Marius’s birthday. I only hope my humble effort will be enough.”

Ava’s smirk faltered, just a little.

Whatever Althea planned to do next, the hall waited in tense silence, no one daring to look away.

And Gavriel, his expression unreadable, leaned back in his seat, watching her with a faint trace of pride in his eyes. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Althea turned slightly toward Gavriel. Their eyes met, and she gave him a small, reassuring smile. He didn’t say a word, but the warmth in his gaze told her everything… he trusted her completely.

Then she walked toward the center of the banquet hall. The crowd fell silent again, curious and uncertain about what she was going to do. The musicians looked at one another, unsure whether to play.

The eyes of every noble, every warrior, and every court lady in the hall were now fixed on her.

She still could hear the whispers start to spread like wildfire.

“What could she possibly perform?”

“She’s pretty, I’ll give her that—but beauty can’t hide a lack of grace.”

“Maybe she’ll try to charm the ministers the way she charmed the Alpha King.”

Althea lowered her gaze for a moment, steadying her breath. Her palms were cold. Even after everything she had endured, she still wasn’t used to standing in front of so many judging eyes.

[Don’t let them get in your head,] Gavriel’s voice came quietly through the mindlink. It was deep, calm, and firm. [Just breathe, Althea. You have nothing to prove to them.]

Althea smiled faintly at Gavriel, then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The steady beat echoed, pulling everyone deeper into the rhythm. The strings followed next, adding soft, haunting notes.

With each beat, the magic around Althea pulsed stronger. The wind blades swirled faster, the water blade glimmered like liquid moonlight, and the flame blade curved through the air like a living ribbon. The ice blade left faint trails of frost that shimmered briefly before vanishing.

She moved with perfect control, her expression serene, completely lost in the flow of it. Every motion was fluid, yet carried a strength that made even the most seasoned warriors stare in awe.

Ava watched from her seat, her nails digging into her palm. The applause she had received earlier already felt meaningless. All eyes were on Althea now. Even the Queen Mother, who had sat in composed silence throughout the evening, leaned slightly forward, her expression unreadable but clearly intrigued.

The final sequence came. Althea spun, and the elemental blades followed, crossing paths in midair and merging into a single glowing sword made of all four elements. She caught it mid-spin, raised it high, and then lowered it gracefully before it dissolved into sparks that faded like falling stars.

The music ended.

Silence filled the hall.

Then—applause erupted.

It wasn’t the polite clapping nobles gave to flatter. It was genuine, filled with awe and surprise.

Candice was still standing by the musicians, her eyes shining as she looked at Althea with a kind of wonder. “That dance…” she whispered again, shaking her head in disbelief. “Only spirit-bound priestesses ever knew it. How in the world does she—”