Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha King's Hated Mate : Kabanata 221 - Kabanata 230

DANTE’S POV Everything I’d ever wanted, everything I’d dreamed of, everything I’d waited for my entire life—it was all here. Right here. Victoria. Her body pressed to mine. Her lips claiming mine like she had no choice, like she couldn’t stop herself even if she tried. I could feel her heat through every layer of clothing, feel the tremble of her hands in my hair, the way her legs tightened instinctively against my hips. I had waited for this moment, for her, for us, and the second it happened, it hit me like fire. I groaned, low and rough, against her mouth, and she responded immediately—matching me, pulling me closer, kissing like it was a matter of life and death. And maybe it was. She pulled back slightly, her forehead pressing to mine, breath ragged, chest heaving. I could feel her heartbeat—fast, strong, alive—and I wanted it all. I wanted every bit of her, every part of her I could touch, taste, possess. “Tell me to stop,” I whispered, my lips brushing hers, my voice low

DANTE’S POV Her eyes locked on mine, green and wild, still glassy from the two times I’d already made her come undone. Victoria’s chest rose and fell so fast I could feel the heat of every breath against my lips. “Are you ready, my little witch?” She swallowed hard, nodded once, and that was all I needed. I looked straight into her soul and let the words I’d carried for years spill out, low and rough. “I love you.” Her lashes fluttered. She blinked, like I’d spoken in another language. “You… you don’t mean that.” A soft laugh rumbled out of me, half pain, half relief. “I do. I loved you before I even knew your name, Victoria. Before I saw your face. Before I heard that smart mouth of yours tear me apart.” I brushed my thumb across her cheek. “I’ve waited my entire life for you. You’re my mate. And I love you so damn much it hurts.” Tears gathered fast, shining on her bottom lashes. I hated seeing them. Hated anything that wasn’t pleasure on her face right now. I k

VICTORIA’S POVI woke with a gasp so sharp it felt like someone had plunged ice straight into my lungs.For a second, I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know what was real. My heart was pounding so loud it shook my ribs, and sweat clung to my skin like I’d been running for hours. My eyes darted around, wide, scared, searching for shadows—searching for her. My mother’s voice still echoed inside my skull, cold and cruel.“If you won’t get his heart for me… I’ll do it myself.”My breath hitched.I shot up from the bed, clutching the blankets with trembling fingers.Then everything inside me froze.The bed beside me—Empty.Completely empty.The pillow where Dante should’ve been was cold.My stomach dropped.“No, no, no…” I whispered, scrambling out of the bed so fast I nearly tripped. “Dante?”Nothing.Only the quiet hum of the room.I rushed toward the bathroom, practically running, calling his name again—louder this time.“Dante!”I pushed the door open so hard it slammed against the w

VICTORIA’S POVThe word slipped out of my mouth before I could even think.“What do you mean, mother?”She froze.Then she turned her head slowly—too slowly—like she wasn’t surprised at the question itself, only annoyed that I dared to ask it. Her lips curled into a smirk sharp enough to cut skin.“Don’t call me that.”Her voice wasn’t loud, but it hit me like a slap.She stepped closer, the thin hems of her long black dress brushing the floor like shadows come alive. “Do you know how torturous it was,” she hissed, “to hear you call me mother all these years?”My chest tightened. I felt Dante tense behind me, chained, weak, barely holding on.She laughed—low, cruel, amused. “Do I look like someone who can have a child?”My breath caught.“Your pathetic mother,” she continued, leaning in like she was sharing a secret, “was in the way. So I killed her.”The room spun.I didn’t move. I couldn’t.All I could do was stare at her, my throat tight, my heart beating too fast, too loud. Her wo

Dante's POV The first thing I felt when I woke up was warmth.Not sunlight.Not the comfortable heat coming from the blankets.Her.Victoria.Her body was tucked against mine, her head under my chin, her breath soft on my chest. The sun poured through the window behind us, turning her hair into this messy halo that made her look softer than she’d ever admit to being.A slow groan left my throat before I could stop it. My arms tightened around her automatically, pulling her closer.She shifted a little, sleepy and annoyed. “Dante…”I tightened my grip again.She sighed like I was the biggest problem she had ever faced. “You’re an Alpha,” she mumbled. “You’re not supposed to be lazy.”“I’m not lazy,” I said, voice thick with sleep. “I’m sick.”She lifted her head just enough to stare at me with that suspicious glare she always loved using on me. “You’re not sick.”“I am,” I insisted, pulling her tighter again. “I think… I think I’m dying.”She snorted. Actually snorted. “Oh please.”“I