LOGIN“I’m nothing to you. My presence repulses you, but the lust in your eyes is clear, Malakai Phantom.” I spat right in his face. The ruthless Alpha King only grinned… then licked my spit off his skin. “You’re playing with me,” I whispered, trembling. He leaned closer, his shadow swallowing me whole. And then his lips claimed mine. The Alpha King claimed me. ** Angelique Manchester was never the kind to bow. Not to her hateful mother. Not to the filthy merchant who bought her like property. But Malakai Phantom? He’s different. Dangerous. A man who rejects her with one breath and owns her with the next. Years after their fateful night, Angelique has rebuilt her life. She lives in the sun until it was taken from her. Then the darkness storm back in. It's cold. Powerful. Unforgiving. It's Malakai Phantom. He says she owes him. Fate says she’s his. And the fire between them says they’re both lying. In a world where betrayal bleeds deeper than love, Angelique must face the man who ruined her and the truth that might destroy them both. Because once the Alpha King claims you ... He never lets go.
View MoreMalakai’s POV:I loved the sound of cries. Especially the agonized, pained, and dying ones.I had heard so many of their symphonies and believed I would never hate them. Well, I still don’t.But hearing the cries of Angelique? Mixed with pain, alarm, and worry?Oh. What a fucking melody.I would forever enjoy the melody of her cries in silence. Then again, noise disrupted it.Too much shitty noise.“His Majesty!”I almost scrunched my nose at the horrid, horrid sound of Nirvana screaming.Feet pounded against the marble, followed by mutters of panic.I didn’t need it. I didn’t want it.The marble was cold, and as I lay there in my blood, it should have been chilly. Yet my sweetheart’s arms were warm - so, so warm.I even faked losing consciousness to remain there. And still, these idiots came to ruin it.“His Majesty is losing so much blood!”“Goddess! This is bad! Bad.”Their cries grew louder, more infuriating, and I squeezed my eyes tighter.Shit.At this rate, annoyance might brin
Malakai's POV:How interesting.For the first time in decades, I didn't seek entertainment. It came to me, and it felt nice.To seat in my chair, and get entertained was thrilling. Perhaps Beta Nirvana wasn't as useless as she seemed.I mean, she did allow a bunch of hooligans to crash the banquet. But hey, they brought a present.They brought the gift of..red.Yes, red. The color was spilled gracefully on the dull, dull guests.They were scattered around, blessed with the stain in many parts of their bodies.So generous were the invaders that they even stained the guards.Watching the them, the guards and the unwanted guests run around with red was sweet."I wonder how well it'd suite my sweetheart" My whisper was heard by me and me alone through the bustle.Causally, my gaze drifted past the running, hollering fools. I didn't spot Angelique anywhere.Rude of her to leave; I wanted to see her stained in red.I wanted it so bad and began moving.Ah wait. I paused as my attention fell
Angelique's POV:[Late Afternoon= Mikael's Chamber]I hated myself.I despised myself for so many reasons. One for the fact that I, Angelique Manchester, was willing to stay quiet and allow Mikael die instead of speak.I deeply resented the fact a part of me didn't care about anything else but my pups. The same pups Mikael was trying to save, and along that line, he got injured. Badly.As I sat on a stool, his chamber smelled of crushed herbs, my guilt and..blood.Nothing else churned my stomach like this metallic scent. Nothing else stung my eyes like this sight. The sight of him lying on the bed, motionless.I'd forever adore how Mikael's brown eyes gleamed. But now only his body gleamed.Last night, the many many healers of the Phantom Pack, and its Palace attended to him.I watched as they removed broken pieces of metals from his abdomen, shoulders and even his nape. Yes, his fucking nape!Whatsoever weapon they used to fight him got struck at the back of his night.Mikael almost
Malakai's POV:I wasn't used to it.And no, I didn't mean being hated by Angelique. Little Miss Green Eyes here would rather chew broken glass than any five star meals I'd offer.I was used to her resentment. I enjoyed it really.What I wasn't used to, and found very irritating was lies. I despised the entire concept, and a half truth wasn't any better.From the way I clutched her wrists a bit tighter, and narrowed my glare, it was obvious I was displeased.It was also obvious Angelique was equally or even more displeased. And enraged.Her lashes were wet from angry tears, and her breaths came hot and uneven.‘I'll kill you’ I knew these words rested at the tip of her tongue like a loaded gun.Then again, if she pulled the trigger, I wouldn't bulge; I wouldn't set her free.Only the truth would."Mikael won't die" Angelique suddenly stated."He won't die because of an asshole like you!" She continued, every word spat with enough fury and venom to burn.But I remained unfazed, and unm
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