The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl Novel - Chapter 87

Falling for the Fire-Hearted Billionaire 87 Summary Valka experiences a sudden surge of anger and physically strikes Rafael after he invades her space, leading to a tense confrontation. Rafael taunts her with a mix of menace and twisted affection, reminding her of their complicated past and his intentions to bring her back to Silvermoor, offering her wealth and status as his concubine. Valka fiercely rejects him, asserting her independence and power as Queen Erasthai, and refuses to be controlled or claimed by him.

Rafael counters with threats of war and destruction, insisting that he will win and still have her, whether by choice or force. Valka boldly defies him, declaring that she would rather be with another than submit to him, making it clear that she rejects his advances and control. Despite her resistance, Rafael remains confident that she will eventually change her mind. After releasing her, Rafael kisses Valka unexpectedly, a gesture that leaves her stunned and confused.

She quickly realizes the kiss was a distraction to cover Lucien's quiet arrival, and when she calls out to Lucien, he disappears before she can speak to him. This leaves Valka unsettled and anxious about the situation. Later, in the privacy of her chambers, Valka attempts to talk to Lucien about what happened, but he leaves without a word, his silence heavy with anger. She waits for him to return and explain, but exhaustion overtakes her, and she falls asleep.

When she wakes, she hears a woman's laughter from Lucien's side of the room, a painful reminder of his intentions and her isolation, bringing tears to her eyes as she drifts back to sleep. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 87: Eighty Seven A sudden, heavy pressure presses into my stomach, freezing me in place for a moment before my body jerks forward, successfully wrenching Rafael away from me. Before I can stop myself, my fist arcs through the air and connects sharply with his arrogant face. The strike lands just below his right eye, causing his head to snap to the side.

My chest rises and falls rapidly, fueled by a mix of fury and adrenaline. "I don't think wolves regenerate limbs when they lose them," I growl, eyes blazing. "Care to test that theory? Touch me like that again, I dare you." Rafael leans back onto his heel, casually wiping a smear of blood from his mouth with his thumb. A fond smile tugs at his lips. "There you are," he murmurs, tilting his head as if savoring a scent only he can detect.