Chapter 122
Althea froze at his tone. For a moment, she saw not the Alpha King but the beast that ruled behind his calm mask. His chest rose and fell heavily, eyes dark and burning like embers.
“I’m not talking back,” she said softly, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound steady. “I’m just telling the truth p>
Gavriel’s face was still so dark, and Althea didn’t want him getting mad, so she leaned in and kissed his lips, hoping that would distract him from talking any more about Kael. She honestly didn’t know where his jealousy was coming from, but it could have been his pride or his overpossessiveness toward her as his mate.
To cool him down, she had to make him feel reassured.
For a moment, Gavriel didn’t move. His breath hitched as if caught off guard, but when Althea’s lips brushed his again, something inside him snapped. His hand gripped her waist, pulling her closer until she could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against her chest.
The kiss deepened—not gentle, but desperate. It wasn’t just passion; it was frustration, anger, and a need to claim all tangled together. Althea could barely breathe, yet she didn’t pull away.
She pulled away just enough to kiss along his jawline, her lips trailing down to his neck.
“Are you trying to tame me with this strategy?” Gavriel growled, his voice low and rough.
Althea didn’t flinch. She kept kissing his skin, soft and deliberate, while shifting to straddle him on his chair. Her breath brushed his throat as she whispered, “I’m not taming you, my King. I just want you to know that you already have me p>
Althea wanted to say the words, “Don’t be jealous.” But she knew better than to test his temper now. Still, a part of her couldn’t help but wonder how he would react if she did. Would he scoff at her? Or would that dangerous spark in his eyes burn even darker?
Gavriel’s hand moved to the back of her neck, his grip firm as he pulled her face up to meet his gaze. “You’re mine,” he said darkly. “Say it p>
Instead of answering, Althea wrapped her arms around his neck, she leaned forward and kissed him again. Gavriel’s body went tense. The air between them thickened as he deepened the kiss, rough and consuming.
Then Gavriel suddenly pulled back, his expression dark and unreadable. “Say it, Althea,” he demanded, his voice low and rough. “Say you’re mine p>
But Althea didn’t answer him again. Instead, she leaned in and kissed him again, her silence defiant yet gentle. Gavriel growled against her lips, his restraint slipping. In one swift motion, he lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the bed, their lips never parting.
Althea’s mind spun. She already knew why Gavriel was upset—it wasn’t just jealousy. It was because she still refused to say the words he wanted to hear.
She couldn’t bring herself to surrender that last piece of pride. Maybe it was the only thing she still owned that he couldn’t take. Or maybe, deep down, she feared that once she gave him everything, his interest in her would fade.
Gavriel’s breathing was heavy as he hovered above her, his hands pressing on the bed beside her. His eyes were dark, filled with anger and something else he refused to name.
“Why do you keep holding back from me, Althea?” he asked, voice low and rough.
But Althea didn’t answer. Instead, she reached up, her fingers brushing against his jaw before trailing down to his neck. She pulled him closer, her lips meeting his in a slow, desperate kiss. Gavriel froze for a moment, then deepened it, his frustration melting into hunger.
Her silence only fueled him more. She didn’t speak, didn’t argue, she simply moved beneath him, her hands roaming over his shoulders as if trying to soothe the storm inside him.
Gavriel groaned, his control slipping as he pressed her deeper into the bed.
Althea moved without hesitation, rolling on top of Gavriel and locking eyes with him. His gaze burned into her, steady and unreadable, yet so intense that it made her heart pound wildly in her chest. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the
Her hands trembled as she reached for him, undoing the layers of his clothing one by one.
Every piece she removed revealed more of him, each inch of skin traced by her fingers, each touch followed by a soft kiss that deepened the quiet electricity between them.
Gavriel’s breath caught, his muscles tightening beneath her. His control, the iron discipline that always surrounded him, seemed to slip with every brush of her lips.
His body shivered and tensed as she started licking and suckling his taut nipple while she played with the other using her fingers.
“Althea His voice was low, almost warning, yet his hand reached up, threading through her hair, pulling her a little closer.
Althea’s touch grew bolder. Her fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along his abdomen, feeling the way his muscles tightened beneath her hand. Gavriel’s eyes followed her every move as though she were a flame he couldn’t look away from.
Her lips followed her fingers, brushing across the hard lines of his abdomen. Each kiss made Gavriel’s breath grow heavier.
Althea hesitated only for a moment before her trembling fingers found the edge of his trousers. She glanced up at him, and his dark gaze met hers.
At that look, her breath hitched. Slowly, she slid the fabric down, revealing his arousal. She could already see precum glistening at its tip. She wet her lips, and that alone made Gavriel groan.
Althea was too turned on herself, but before she could reach for him, Gavriel hoarsely ordered, “Take off your clothes, Althea p>
Althea got up on the bed, and Gavriel moved as well, sitting on the edge while watching her carefully undress before him. It wasn’t the first time she had undressed for him, but it always felt like the first time with how hungrily he stared at her.