All Chapters of Mated To The Alpha King: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Liana's POV I'd experienced bursts of happiness, but I wasn't sure any of them could compare to the one I was feeling right now. It was one thing to be happy thanks to something you found out, but it was something entirely different, when you'd been searching for answers for years, and by years, I meant just a couple of minutes, or an hour max. Maybe it could count as a little bit if exaggeration, but maybe the moon goddess had made me remember the cook, as a token of forgiveness. Maybe she was trying to get me into her food books again, and she thought, what if she did something good for me instead? Whatever her reason was, I appreciated the offer, and best believe that I didn't take it for granted. It was a hassle going to bed after finding out I had someone who could give me all the info I needed. No matter how hard I tried to shut my brain down, all I could think of was the fact that I needed to speak to the old cook that next day. A small part of me had thought of going to

Liana's POV I was beyond ecstatic by the time the day came to a close, and I liked to think that anyone who got half of the things I'd gotten done today, would most likely agree with me. Not only had the old cook agreed to allow me stay in the kitchen with her,I also told myself that we'd created a kind of bond between each other. She'd served this family for years as she said, but none of the maids or any others, has actually gotten as close to her as i did in the last couple of hours. Not only did she open up to me, I could now address her by her real name, Clare. Thanks to her, id learned more about Richard than I ever thought. I had no idea Richard could have been gotten the throne, had it not been passed down to Kieran's father. While she told me about all that influenced Kieran's dark paintings, something deep inside my gut whispered that there was more. All of that and more were more than enough to have my mind whirling, and have a good idea of the man I was dealing with

Liana's POV The world seemed to slow to a halt, as I tried to make sense of what had just happened here. I'd heard of people having plot twists in their lives but best believe that when I said this was the most surprising one I'd heard in a long time, and it didn't even happy to me, then I liked to think that was every indication you needed to know how serious this really was. My heart seemed to stop beating for a while, and no matter how hard I tried to force air out of my lungs,it just didn't budge. My visions blurred by the sides, and if I didn't know better I would have said I was the one Richard poisoned, and not Kieran.A thick blanket of silence bathed the entire place, and even though it was eerie,I took that as a sign to really take in all that I'd just heard. I honestly thought why Richard did all he did was because hated me, but never in a million years did I think he would extend that same branch to his own nephew Kieran only ever had love for his uncle, and this was

Liana’s POVWhen I woke up again, the room was quiet except for the soft hum of machines and the steady beep that I guessed was my heartbeat. It was weird — hearing my own life in numbers. I turned my head slightly and winced, my body aching like I’d been thrown through a wall.Then I remembered. The fight. Richard. The gunshot. Kieran.My chest tightened. Panic shot through me until I heard the sound of movement — the squeak of a chair, the faint clink of metal, and then his voice.“You’re awake.”His voice cracked, and when I turned my head, he was there. Kieran looked nothing like the perfect, untouchable Alpha everyone feared. His eyes were bloodshot, hair messy, and his shirt — the same one from earlier — was stained with my blood. My heart twisted at the sight.“How long was I out?” I asked, my voice scratchy.“Almost a day,” he said softly, coming closer. “They had to stop the bleeding and stabilize your vitals. The doctor said you both made it through.”Both. My hand moved in

Liana’s POVThe ride home was too quiet.Not peaceful quiet. Not the kind where you could just sit and breathe. No — this was the kind of silence that pressed against your chest and made every little sound feel louder than it should be.Kieran’s hand never left mine.Not once.“You’re gripping too tight,” I murmured, glancing at him.“I know,” he replied, eyes fixed on the road. “I’m not letting go.”“I’m not going anywhere.”“That’s what you said yesterday,” he muttered.I sighed, leaning my head back against the seat. “Okay… fair.”He exhaled slowly, like he was trying to force himself to calm down. “You saw him clearly?”“Not clearly,” I said. “But he was watching. I felt it.”Kieran nodded once. “Then I believe you.”I turned my head to look at him. “No arguing? No telling me I imagined it?”“Not anymore,” he said quietly. “I’m done doubting you.”That hit harder than I expected.I swallowed, my fingers tightening around his. “Good. Because I’m not crazy.”“I know,” he said. “And