The alpha's broken slave のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Alora. I didn’t know how much time had passed, didn’t know how long I had been here. But what I knew was that I was tired, numb and in pain. My twisted ankle was long, numb, swollen in a dark bruise and every now and then when I tried to move it ached badly making me cry all over again. My body was sore all over from being in the same position for hours, and I felt so dirty. My head was in a constant ache like a drum patrol was going on there leaving me in a state of constant torment. My hands were numb behind me and my neck ached from when Ares had grabbed me. Thinking about Ares again, I let more tears fall past my eyes. It wasn’t only the guilt of leaving him,m at his weakest but also because of the way he had looked at me. Like I was some betrayal, some stain to him. I couldn’t bear those hateful blue eyes directed at me. And it only confused me why I felt that way. Why did I want Ares to look at me in some other loving and soft way? Why did I crave his attention, his c

Alora. I watched Ares leave the room angrily. His words hurt me but I didn’t let them get to me. I wanted to say something but I kept quiet as he slammed the door making me jump. I didn’t know what to do. Ares said he trusted me but maybe he didn’t really do to the extent where he thought I could help him. I didn’t want to see him struggle continuously, I wanted him to find peace and be happy. But I didn’t know how to go about it. I didn’t know how to show Ares that everyone deserves happiness. I felt my fingers trail across the brand on my stomach where Ajax’s property had been smeared onto my skin. The only way I could show Ares that I had been broken and healed was by showing him who I was before I found happiness here. I had to tell him I was Jax’s slave. I had to tell him Jax had tortured me, owned me and used me. That way, any doubt he had about me being Jax’s spy would all be dispersed and he would be on my side. I didn’t want Ares to feel like he couldn’t trust me,

Alora. I sat in the sitting room, eating what Lana had called popcorn. It was late evening already and the girls had left. Isabel and Raya had brought me downstairs because of my injured ankle but Isabel had said I was going to start walking by tomorrow. Taking another handful of the popcorn, I fixed my eyes on the TV that had some Korean drama about an ugly girl who applies makeup to go to school so she could avoid being bullied. Thankfully, Isabel had said it just came to something called N*****x and there was the English version. So I could watch and understand what was happening. The house was quiet and only the sound of the TV filled my ears, snuggling closer to the pillows. I watched a scene where the guy rejected her gifts and I suddenly felt sad for the girl. Suddenly, the door opened and I immediately scented mist and earth. I had realized I could scent wolves nearby and recognize them. My scars had all healed completely too. There was this weird change in my body but

Alora. “Camilla, you have a text from Brandon!” Carmen yelled, rushing into the kitchen to hand Camilla her phone. It wasn’t long the twins came back from school and they decided to come to the estate. It was my first time seeing them since the Hunter’s Ball. Camilla dropped the plates she was rushing as Raya turned to look at us, but Lana ignored us, turning what she was cooking on the stove and I grinned as I drew closer to where Carmen stood. “What does it say?!” Camilla yelled, wiping her wet hands quickly on a towel as she stood beside her sister who grinned knowingly at her. Camilla coughed, looking away as she threw the wet towel on the counter before turning back at us. “I mean. Not that I was excited whatever. Just…” She trailed off, shrugging her shoulders as Carmen burst out in laughter. “Can you stop the tough girl act and just admit that you like him and you were eagerlyyyyy..” Carmen stressed on the eagerly, earning a glare from her sister. “…waiting for his t

Unknown. I walked down the cold basement. It was dimly lit and the sound of whimpering and crying filled my ears as I took the stairs down. The basement was cold, and only the light from the yellow bulb brightened the room. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs before turning to the person who wafted off power, anger and torment. Jax sat on a chair, his black hair falling around his shoulders covering part of his face, but I could make out splashes of blood on his fair chin as it dribbled to this short. Staining it to a bloody red. In his hand was a short dagger that he played with gently to avoid cutting himself. He rested his elbow against his knees as he stared hard into the dagger as if trying to find answers in them. Answers to what? Where the fuck Alora was! It was no news that Jax had been obsessed with her since they had first met, and she had been stuck with him for years but a few months ago, he had lost her and all hell had broken loose. The last time I saw Jax