Trapped with the Alpha King (Althea) novel Chapter 96

The guards stiffened at his command, rushing to obey. Gavriel didn’t spare them another glance. His focus was fixed solely on the fragile weight in his arms.

Her skin was cold. Too cold…

He burst into the nearest inn, kicking the door open, and hurried inside. The air was still thick with smoke and fear, but he didn’t care. He laid her carefully on the bed, his broad frame shadowing hers as if he could shield her even now.

“Uriel!” His tone was sharp, almost desperate. He turned, eyes like steel locking on his cousin. “Come here and check Althea first!”

Uriel stepped forward, gripping his staff tightly. Gavriel’s own features were carved into stone, but as his gaze fell on Althea’s pale face, his chest tightening. He immediately stepped back, forcing himself to give Uriel space, though his body resisted leaving her side.

Uriel lowered himself beside the bed, his hand hovering just above Althea’s chest. His brows pulled tight, his mouth a thin line. For a long moment he said nothing, only feeling the faint pulse of her energy. Finally, he exhaled slowly.

Gavriel’s eyes darkened at once. His lips pulled back into a snarl as his hand shot forward, ready to grab the beast by the scruff and hurl it straight out the window.

“No wolf touches her without my word,” he growled.