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Chapter Fifty-Five
Chimdi Jane SamuelHey guys, firstly I'm sorry for the last chapter and how short it was. It wasn't originally a chapter, it was more like an exclusive Chapter that I wanted to post on here. Well like I said, I wouldn't be posting any more of Jax's pov here anymore. I hope you enjoyed today's chapter. The elder is around. What do you think of him? Also what do you think of Ares saying Alora is his lover? And what do you think would be Alora's reaction to it? Why do you think the elders hate Ares? Let me know in the comments and please vote too🥺♥️ please be patient for the chapters, it's been a stressful week for me. Jane ♥️
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The alpha's broken slave Chapter Fifty-Six
Alora. After Lana and the girls left, I quickly took my bath and noticed my hair had changed back to its original color. As I admired myself in the mirror, I noticed something about my eyes. They had gotten a tiny bit brighter. They used to be a dull empty shade of violet but now they shone a little bit. When I finished, I joined them in the kitchen, according to Lana the elder was coming and everything had to be in place. But I was barely enough help for them in the kitchen, and Lana said there wasn't enough time to teach me right now with the elder just a few miles away. So I had been left behind watching them run about, eventually, I got bored and decided to explore the garden when I noticed the roses were blooming under the bright sun. I picked some and decided to take them to my room when I met with Ares and someone who I figured was the elder. The elder had a powerful aura around him despite his small frame. He was tall with bright green eyes and long straight white hair
The alpha's broken slave Chapter Fifty-Seven
Alora. I didn't leave the room in the next hours, even when Lana had called me down for dinner. I told her I wasn't hungry and Ares had told me to stay in the room. Unconsciously, I had taken back my spot in Ares' room. The floor beside his bed and bedside drawers where his lamp sat. I silently watched the cuffs tied to the bedpost in fear. I could almost feel the cold metal clinging to my skin and I stared down at my wrist. The usual red marks were almost gone and there was only a tiny bruise left behind. It was almost starting to look like I had never been shackled before. That was when I realized my feet didn't hurt anymore. I frowned, taking off the slippers with the yellow square person that Ares had gotten for me at the mall. I sniffed, touching the bottom of my feet to feel the sting of the accident that had happened earlier. But it was gone.. I raised my brow, bringing my feet to my line of vision so I could see it. The cuts were gone too.. I drew closer to the wi
The alpha's broken slave Chapter Fifty-Eight
Ares. I noticed a few things about Alora today. After I had gotten back from addressing the pack and changing the guards who were pretty useless to me and slacking off their duties, I had them locked, flogged and punished. I could have punished them a bit harder because I was already angry, Ezra was getting on my nerves, the packing ceremony was in three days and I was in intense pain around my torso. I wasn't healing fast and I knew why. But Alora had somehow distracted me from focusing on anything else because she acted in a way I hadn't seen before. And it was… ... intriguing? The first thing I noticed about Alora was that she was left handed. I didn't know how that had slipped off my notice. Because I was very observant mostly due to the fact that I had anxiety. But I hadn't realized that until today when she ate with me at the table. The spoon was obviously too heavy for her but she managed to eat quietly and like a mouse, taking tiny bits at a time. The second th
The alpha's broken slave Chapter Fifty-Nine
Ares. I walked away from Alora who was sleeping deeply on my bed. Her red sprayed around her in bright red waves. It complimented her pale skin, her small frame. My face softened when a smile came upon her lips. Her face was calm even while she slept, she had an effect on me. It scared me. Everything about Alora scared me, because it brought out a part of me that I didn't know existed. I hated change. I hated things I didn't understand. Because it left me vulnerable. Tearing my gaze away from Alora, I walked to my desk at the end of the room, touching the mahogany furniture. It was going to be hard to sleep with the power of the room tearing me apart from the inside, my wolf wanted to be let out, but I didn't have the energy to reign in the beast until the full moon where I could even have a little freedom to shift. I ran my hand through my hair just as a sharp pain stung my back making me lose my balance. It was definitely not from my torso, the gunshot wound. I kn
The alpha's broken slave Chapter Sixty
Alora. The sound of someone screaming woke me up from my slumber. And opened my eyes to the dark room, my head sched badly and I hissed, sitting up while clenching it. The loud screams came again and I turned to my left to see Ares and my mouth opened in shock. He was kneeling on the floor, his palm resting on the floor as he screamed loudly again, it was so painful and sad. And I jumped out of the bed in horror. Ares seemed to be in a lot of pain and I saw the source. His back that had the tattoo was glowing red like it had done before. This time I saw it very well, the letters of some language I didn't understand moved around his back as it glowed red, its color filling the room in a dark painful shade. Ares gasped, his eyes clenched in so much pain, sweat filled his forehead as he growled loudly. I stood back in fear as I thought of what to do. The last time I had accidentally touched him, he had grabbed my hand painfully. This time, I didn't know what to do. But when
The alpha's broken slave Chapter Sixty-One
Alora. I couldn't sleep the rest of the night. I laid awake, staring at the ceiling until the sun broke the horizon and I heard Lana and the girls arrive. I wasted no time in taking my bath, putting on a white long skirt, a black blouse and the slippers Ares had gotten for me. I noticed my hair had changed back to its black color and I sighed, staring at myself in the mirror. The cuts on my face have healed, and I realized this was the first time my face was bare with no bruises or injuries from the constant abuse from Jax. I looked down at my wrist where the shackled had left a permanent bruise and it was partly gone. Almost blending with my pale skin. Even the cuts under my feet were gone too, I couldn't feel the tiny stings anymore. There were still some scars over my body though and the most prominent of them all, my brand. I ran my fingers over the burnt skin, Jax's name marred on the left side of my stomach like a second skin, claiming me as his despite being far away f
The alpha's broken slave Chapter Sixty-Two
Alora. Everyone turned to me just like Raya and Camilla did and I frowned at the attention as the sound of Lana's pot clattering as she stirred the food in it filled the awkward silence. "Why are you looking at Alora?" Carmen asked, shaking her sister who took out her phone. "Raya and I were talking about a play that's going on in the Dark theater of performing arts." Camilla said as Raya nodded, only making us more confused. "Don't tell me you're still thinking about that?" Isabel asked as she rolled her eyes behind big glasses. "Of course, it's a perfect way to let Seth spend more time with you." Raya said and Isabel sighed. "You still don't get it, do you? Seth isn't going to see some stupid play with me. He wouldn't look at me for a second and you think he would agree to go on a date with me?" Isabel asked, snatching her book angrily as she stood up. "No he wouldn't. That's why we create the opportunity." Camilla said, as her sister frowned. "What the hell are you g
The alpha's broken slave Chapter Sixty-Three
Ares. The day had been hectic with taking the Elder around the pack. He had to get updates on what was happening in the pack. And he had scolded me on letting an intruder in the pack, rebuking my scouts and warriors on their skills. Then he had questioned me on why I was letting Marco live, but I told him we needed some information on Jax. Most days, I wondered if Jax pack was getting the same treatment I was getting from the elders. He was as much a monster as I was, a beast who was as hungry as blood as I was. Ezra had ignored me when I asked, saying it was none of my business and telling me to focus on my own pack. Despite knowing the war and hatred between me and Jax. He had to be on the white moon pack side. While the elders say and watch the fight between me and Jax Pentagon. The Blood Moon Pack and the White Moon Pack. It was no news that they were probably rooting for The White Moon Pack secretly, since it was a taboo to take sides as the council of werewolves. Th
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