Trapped with the Alpha King (Althea) novel Chapter 275

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Beatrice groaned as her eyes fluttered open.

“Ugh… my head,” she mumbled, pressing her palms against her temples and rubbing gently, hoping to soothe the pounding inside.

“You’re finally awake!”

Her eyes snapped shut at the sound of Riela’s voice. A small smile tugged at her lips despite the throbbing in her head. At this point, she and Princess Riela had become like sisters, more than just

friends.

Beatrice had always looked up to Riela when they were younger, relying on her like a big sister. But that bond had been fractured when Riela fell ill, her mind slipping after the chaos caused by Cain.

For nearly a year, their interactions had been rare and cautious. Visits were limited, often guided by the Queen Mother, who feared Riela’s unpredictable temperament at the time.

Now, everything had changed. Riela had healed, and the warmth between them was restored. They were back to how things used to be-barging into each other’s rooms without warning, laughing, teasing, and enjoying the closeness they had missed for so long.

Beatrice couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face despite her hangover.

“Are you sure you were that happy spending time with Uriel last night?” Riela asked, perching on the edge of Beatrice’s bed.

The moment she heard Uriel’s name, Beatrice jolted upright, blinking rapidly at Riela. “I was with Uriel last night?” she burst out, eyes wide.

Riela creased her forehead. “You really don’t remember?”

Beatrice frowned, trying to piece together the fragments of memory. “I… I saw him leaving while I was pretending to enjoy the company of other men. That annoyed me, so I started drinking. I remember the taste of wine… and then you and Uncle Arturo brought me to your table.”

She paused, blinking. “After that… nothing? But I’m sure it’ll come back to me later.”

Riela scoffed. “You better hope so.”

Beatrice tilted her head, frowning. “What’s with that face? Are you saying I messed up last night?”

Riela’s smile turned teasing. “Well… I don’t know the whole story. You and Uriel were alone last night, right? But what I do know is that he left quite late… after carrying you to your bedchamber. Your maidservant said she waited for him to leave before tending to you… but he took his time.”

Her eyes sparkled mischievously. “So… what did you two do? Or what did you do that made him stay longer instead of just dropping you off and leaving?”

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Beatrice felt her face heat up. She truly couldn’t remember.

“I… I don’t know,” she admitted with a weak laugh. “Let me just freshen up first. I need to eat and recharge. I’ll tell you once my memory starts coming back.”

She pushed herself off the bed, wincing slightly from her headache but smiling brightly. Despite the lingering ache, she was in a good mood and Riela could see it clearly.

*****

Meanwhile, Uriel tried to focus on the documents in his hands, though another yawn escaped him before he could stop it.

“Are you sleep-deprived?” Simon asked, glancing at him while handing over another stack of papers.” You’ve got dark circles under your eyes, and you keep yawning.”

Simon placed the documents neatly on the desk. “His Majesty is already back, you know. You don’t have to finish all of these today.”

Uriel scoffed. “That king… Yes, he’s back, but can you believe he still wants me to extend my work with these documents?” He rubbed his temples in frustration. “I’m a healer mage, Simon. The Minister of Healing, not some overworked clerk.”

In truth, the reason for his exhaustion had nothing to do with paperwork.

Last night, Beatrice had tormented him so badly that he barely slept at all.

“Well,” Simon replied with a casual shrug, “I suppose His Majesty wants to enjoy a few more days of his honeymoon.”

Uriel let out an exasperated breath. “He’s been on his honeymoon forever.”

Simon nodded in quiet agreement as he continued reviewing another set of documents.

“I’m just glad Osman is finally back,” Simon added after a moment, a faint grin spreading across his face. “Now he can return to his duties in the field, which means I get to spend more time here in the palace.”

Uriel didn’t comment. He already knew why Simon looked so pleased.

After all, the man had finally reunited with Melva, and he was clearly enjoying every moment of it.

“Also, you’re doing an excellent job. His Majesty is very pleased,” Simon added while organizing the documents on the desk. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he promotes you to Chancellor soon.”

Uriel let out a dry laugh. “Please don’t wish that kind of fate on me.”

Just then, a loud knock echoed through the room before the door suddenly opened.

“My Lord! I got all the information you wanted!” Leon burst in, panting heavily. A proud grin stretched across his face as he hurried forward with a thick stack of papers in his arms.

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But in his rush, his foot caught the edge of the carpet.

“Ah-!”

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