Trapped with the Alpha King (Althea) novel Chapter 27

Althea had a deep, relaxing sleep during the night and woke up feeling very rejuvenated. Melva was already inside when she sat on the bed and stretched her arms.

“You’re finally awake, My Lady,” Melva said as she arranged a meal for her.

“Are we not going to continue the journey?” she asked, rising onto the bed and gazing at it for a moment. Somehow, Gavriel’s familiar warmth and scent still lingered.

“He slept with you the entire night, My Lady, and left just before sunrise,” Melva said with a teasing grin, as if proud she had immediately read her thoughts from a single look.

Her face flushed, and she muttered, “I slept like a log.”

Well, you’re sick and many things happened, so he probably just cradled you and didn’t have the heart to disturb your peaceful slumber. “Come now and eat. Everyone is now preparing to continue the journey.”

She nodded and then prepared for the morning. Melva had once again arranged a riding outfit for her, saying the Alpha King told her that she would ride with him on his horse during the journey.

“I never thought that Lycans are this clingy to their mates. But I guess, he just doesn’t want you getting out of his sight or being abducted again,” Melva commented.

Althea didn’t comment, and to be honest, she couldn’t wait to have some private time. She needed to practice and test everything she remembered from her childhood with her mother.

While she was eating breakfast, Gaviel entered the tent. Instantly, Melva politely bowed and then left her alone with him. He sat at the table beside her, looked intently at her, and asked, “How are you feeling?”

She gave him a half smile and said, “Better, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty.”

His forehead creased as he pondered, “What happened? Why don’t you want a healer to check on you?”

“I’m perfectly fine already,” she reassured. “Just that I remember some memories from the past when I was a kid that I lost during an accident before.”

“Memories?” he questioned.

Althea swallowed hard, sensing the Alpha King’s curiosity but hesitating to reveal more.

“Yes, my mother died while we fled from rogues in the forest,” she simply stated, as that was the widely accepted truth. However, with her memories returning, Althea realized it was not just rogues, they had sorcerers using black magic among them.

Additionally, there was more: the insignia of Silverfang Pack from the Southwest, the pack of Luna Meena.

She should have realised how vile that late Luna was. It indicated that those rogues and sorcerers were sent by her to eliminate her and her mother, who was favored by their father Cain.

‘Luna Meena is dead now, Mother,’ she thought, hoping that this somehow brought justice for her mother’s death.

There was another heavy silence between them. It stretched long and deafening until Gavriel finally stood.

“When you’re ready, come out. We’ll head on,” he said flatly. But Althea noticed something in his eyes. A flicker of hesitation… as if he wanted to say more. Yet he didn’t. He just turned and walked out.

He didn’t answer. With his jaw clenched and eyes darkened, he kept his gaze fixed ahead. The forest blurred past them as the trees rushed by. Althea could feel the tension radiating off him in waves.

“Where are we heading?” she asked, her heart pounding, not only from the speed of the ride but also from the storm brewing behind his silence. Still, he said nothing. His grip didn’t loosen.

She tried again, voice sharper this time. “Stop this! What are you doing?!”

Finally, he spoke… his voice low, quiet, and deadly. “You speak of him like I don’t know what he wants. Like I didn’t see the way he looked at you. That wasn’t just concern, Althea.”

She fell silent, stunned by the weight of his words.

“Nobody takes what’s mine. Don’t worry. I let him live now, like I promised,” Gavriel said, his voice low and sharp. “But next time, I’ll make sure he won’t.”

There was no threat in his tone, just a promise. Cold and absolute. And somehow, that shook her more than the wild gallop of the horse.

Suddenly, he pulled the reins, bringing the horse to a halt in the centre of a quiet clearing. He dismounted in one swift movement, then reached up and pulled her down without a word.

“What are–” she began, but her voice caught in her throat as Gavriel pressed his lips firmly against hers. It wasn’t gentle, nor was it sweet. She could feel his fury, his confusion, his hunger, all colliding in that kiss.