Outcast: The Alpha King’s Beloved

Anthony’s POV:
When I heard that my mother was rescued, I felt so relieved.
Jennifer had taken her back using my private plane.
I rushed to see my mother, and those elders who supported me also followed.
They were happy that I didn’t sign the agreement to give up the right to inherit the throne.
However, when I got to her room, my mother didn’t hug me with a smile as I expected.
Instead, I found her lying in bed, unconscious.
The room was crowded with several doctors.
As they discussed my mother’s condition heatedly, we had no choice but to wait outside for the time being.
I sighed in frustration.
The cause of my father’s death was still unknown, and now my mother was suffering because of Austin.
All the same, I couldn’t help but feel guilty.
If I had found my mother earlier, maybe she wouldn’t have ended up in this position.
The elders were very angry.
They knew that Austin had threatened me, demanding I sign the agreement that absolved my right to inherit the throne.
“How dared Austin hurt Mrs. Jones? He doesn’t deserve to be king!” was still unknown, and now my mother was suffering
because of Austin.
All the same, I couldn’t help but feel guilty.
If I had found my mother earlier, maybe she wouldn’t have ended up in this position.
The elders were very angry.

They knew that Austin had threatened me, demanding I sign the agreement that absolved my right to inherit the throne.
“How dared Austin hurt Mrs. Jones? He doesn’t deserve to be king!”
“Unfortunately, we don’t have solid evidence that it was him. Otherwise, we could use it against him.”
One of the elders tried his best to persuade me.
“Anthony, we can’t let Austin’s reign continue. With such a cruel king in power, our kingdom is doomed.”
“That’s right,” another elder echoed.
“It’s not a simple scruple among the royal family. The survival of the kingdom rests on this.”
“You should seize the throne as soon as possible. We can’t delay any longer.”
“Anthony, you have our unwavering support.”
Everyone in the room spoke up.
They were all really worked up over this.
I glanced inside the room as they continued to discuss.I saw Jennifer sitting by my mother’s bedside, looking back at me with
a worried expression.
Truth be told, I had thought about usurping Austin more than once.
But I never found a valid enough reason to do so.
Even until now, I couldn’t find out the real cause of my father’s death, so I had shoved this thought to the back of my mind
time and time again.
But with what happened to Jennifer and my mother, I needed to seriously consider overthrowing Austin.
I could try seizing his power by force, but I knew I wasn’t as powerful as him yet.I needed to find the right timing.
As I was deep in thought, I heard my mother stir.
At this time, nothing was more important than my mother’s safety.The elders and I rushed over and surrounded her bed.

Elizabeth’s POV:
I felt so tired that I couldn’t open my eyes.
Despite this, I could feel that I had been moved to a different place, but the voices of discussion around me were very
familiar.
Was I dying? Why was everyone so noisy? I could hear multiple voices.
It sounded like they were talking about my condition.
Amidst the chaos, I vaguely heard the voice of Anthony.
It sounded like someone was trying to persuade him to usurp the throne.
I tried to focus on their conversation.
They were asking Anthony to overthrow Austin.
I wanted to open my eyes and agree, but I was still too weak.
Perhaps it was because I hadn’t slept properly in so long that I was so tired.
Even so, my mind was still sharp; I could hear what the elders outside were saying, but I didn’t hear anything from Anthony.
I frowned slightly. I agreed vehemently with what the elders were saying.
After all, if Austin was bold enough to do such a thing to me, who could say what he would do to Anthony and Jennifer? I
couldn’t rest easy at all.
But first, I needed to open my eyes.
I struggled at first, but I managed to crack them open.
Light started to flood in my vision, then the world gradually grew clear to me. I was lying in my own room.
The doctors around me were running around like headless chickens.

I glanced up and saw an intravenous fluid bottle hanging.
Lastly, I saw Jennifer sitting next to me.
“Mrs. Jones is awake!”
I heard her exclaim excitedly. I didn’t have any strength left. I could only sit up with the help of Jennifer.
Anthony rushed to my bedside.
He gloomily watched as the doctors examined me.
Although Anthony always acted cold and quiet to others, he was an obedient son.After thinking about it for a while, I decided
to say my piece.
“Anthony, come here,” I said.
He took a few steps forward and held my hand.
“I heard what you and the elders were talking about,” I said grimly.
“Do you want to see the same thing happen again?”
“Mom, I’m sorry. I made you suffer.”
Anthony pressed his face against the back of my hand, which was something he often did when he was a child.