Trapped with the Alpha King (Althea) novel Chapter 34

: Barren

Althea gazed at the walls, sitting slumped in front of her vanity table mirror.

“I want to go out,” she muttered with a deep sigh. Although being locked inside a comfortable bedchamber was still better than being thrown into a dungeon. Luna Meena used to lock her there whenever her father wasn’t around.

“Hmm, don’t worry, My Lady. I’ll talk to Beta Osman about it. Maybe he can help us,” Melva said reassuringly as she began braiding Althea’s hair.

Althea raised a brow and smirked at Melva through the mirror. “You and Beta Osman seem to be getting close.”

Melva paused briefly.

‘He’s easier to deal with than Simon… He’s my mate and yet he seems not willing to acknowledge it.’

Althea blinked after reading Melva’s thought. Simon? Gamma Simon was her mate?!

“Hmmm… aren’t you and Osman mates? You two are always so–” she leaned in with a teasing grin, “friendly?”

She deliberately said that so Melva would confide in her about her true partner.

Melva let out an exaggerated sigh. “No, My Lady! I wish like Osman, he’s approachable, and kind. But no. The Heavens gave me the complete opposite.”

She looked at Althea through the mirror and said dramatically, “Would you believe it? My mate is here. And he’s none other than that grumpy Gamma—Simon!”

Althea smiled as she voiced out, “That’s… actually great news! I mean, your fated mate is here! Instincts will kick in, the mate pull—he’ll protect you!”

“But he’s ignoring it,” Melva replied with a shrug.

“I’m not even sure he wants to acknowledge it. You know how werewolves are. They’re not as bonded to the idea of fated mates like Lycans are. Some of your half-siblings didn’t most of them reject their mates and marry nobles instead? Some even kept their mates as mistresses, or tossed them aside whenever it suited them.”

Althea nodded quietly. She had witnessed that kind of coldness too many times.

Unlike Lycans. She’d heard stories about how devastating it was for a Lycan to lose their fated mate. Some were said to follow their mates into death, unable to bear the pain of separation. But it wasn’t always the case—it was a choice.

A Lycan with strong willpower could survive, even thrive, and sometimes the heavens granted them another mate. And in her heart, she knew Gavriel was one of those Lycans.

‘He can easily toss me aside,’ Althea reminded herself. She was, after all, the daughter of his enemy.

Part of her hoped he would simply let her go, release her so she could start a new life somewhere far away, where no one knew her name. A place where she could finally have the freedom she had always longed for. But deep down, she knew how fleeting that dream was.

“Are they still outside?” Althea asked, referring to the three guards stationed outside her door, something Melva had mentioned earlier. And then there were two more guarding Gavriel’s door. So even though the connecting door between their chambers wasn’t locked, she still couldn’t get past his doors.

Her gaze shifted toward the balcony.

Melva caught the look and let out a nervous chuckle. “You’re not thinking of jumping from the balcony, are you, My Lady?”

Althea gave a small, knowing smile. She could jump, if she wanted to. All her memories had returned now—including everything her mother had taught her. And the balcony wasn’t as high as it seemed, just one floor above the ground.

Her eyes blazed, voice trembling now with restrained rage.

“We barely kept her alive after what he did. He nearly killed her. And now… my daughter lives in a state worse than death. She’s lost her sanity.”

She stepped closer, her presence suffocating.

“So tell me, daughter of Cain, how exactly do you plan to make that right?” the Queen Mother questioned.

Before Althea could respond, one of the Queen Mother’s attendants stepped forward and silently offered a small cup in front of her.

“Drink that,” the Queen Mother hissed, her voice low and venomous. “Consider it a start.”

Althea stared at the cup, her instincts instantly alert.

‘Drink this, you wench, or I’ll have it forced down your throat. You don’t deserve to bear my son’s heirs!’ the Queen Mother’s thoughts screamed into her mind.

Althea’s fingers curled slightly over her dress, but she didn’t move. Her heart pounded as her gaze flicked from the cup to the older woman’s unyielding eyes.

She knew exactly what this was… a poison meant to make her barren.