บททั้งหมดของ The Untamed Alpha King and His Reluctant Pawn: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Incoming Very Long Chapter *** Isadora spoke laboriously, "Seriously… what's wrong… with you…guys?... can't you just finish… me off without tagging that man's name?" "What?" Lorenzo whispers, unable to understand Isadora's muttering. Enraged, Isadora struggled to speak with all the breath she could muster, "Lance this… Lance that… do you not realize I am my own self?… It's torture to hear every one of you constantly drill on and on about how much I am like my father like you know everything…." The more she thought about her miserable fate, the more she was at the brink of losing her sanity. "Hah… Don't you guys get it?! I am not my father!" Lorenzo is taken aback by the boundless depth of darkness in Isadora's eyes, riddled with despair and pain. There was surely more to this,... just what had this child gone through to make her this heartless? Isadora lets out a small laugh, doused in self-mockery, "So what if they suffered? Even if they died a thousand deaths, what does tha

Earlier - Right After The Introduction****BANG! CRASH!"Ugh, damn it. Damn it all!!!""Mmm-mistress Sienna… pl..please…" Zeta stutters at the sight of her mistress's rage."Shut up! I don't want to hear another word from you… any of you both! Why is everyone around me so useless?!" Sienna yells in anger, pointing to the two other individuals in her chambers. One worried and the latter visibly irritated; it's hard to tell if it is as a result of Sienna's tantrum or another matter.There is a rapid rise and fall of Sienna's chest, intensified by erratic breathing. "It was perfect… Everything was going so well. How did this happen?!!! How is it possible that that bitch survived forty skilled men?!"Watching the screens gave her so much pleasure, at first Isadora had managed to finish off a few men which caused her to worry a bit, but then she'd become exhausted and started getting pushed back; a delight to watch.Then, Lorenzo finally appeared, highlighting her pleasure and merciles

"About… um about…" From the tone of Felicity's voice, Isadora could perceive how hard it was for her to reveal whatever she wanted to say. Her left hand reaches to Felicity's right and she squeezes it gently. "About two years ago when the Black Saints was almost at its peak growth and still claiming territories, specifically the place known as the red district today. The bigger gangs around there were especially stubborn and foolishly refused to cooperate with the Lord's demands, so the goals of the operation that day was for a total wipeout, no exceptions." Felicity's breath hitches and Isadora squeezes even tighter. "I was present during that raid… one of the leaders women, barely eighteen, nearing the end of my first trimester in pregnancy … high and out of my mind…" "I still have hazy memories... but I could remember it smelled of blood everywhere, I thought I would go deaf from the number of gunshots and screams. My master was dead… his goons all suffered the same fate and t

7 DAYS LATER "... and that's how it split to be both the Black Saints and the Green Hounds." "Heuk!" Isadora gasps as Felicity drags the corset strings, compressing her waistline even tighter. Telling the same story for the nth time today. "Take it easy with your dress-up guinea pig, Felicity. Any tighter and she won't be able to breathe." Imelda sets the vast array of makeup products on the vanity. "I'm just so excited. I haven't seen Isadora in a formal dress before, I can wait to shove her into the dress the lord sent." Felicity gushed, finally securing the strings into a knot. "I'll appreciate it more if you are less didactic, I've heard that story so much at this point I can recite it in my sleep." Isadora sounded weary. "Great, it fits right this time." Felicity stood admiring her work, one hand akimbo; Isadora's words definitely flew past her ears. "Ugh." Isadora groans. She made a bet with Felicity about how many muffins she could fit in her mouth and lost. Who knew a

Nirvana's opening dance paved the way for the guests to join in with their partners, following tradition.Vincent stretched out a gentlemanly hand, offering Isadora a dance which she took nervously. Of all the ways she thought the day would turn out she never imagined sharing a dance with her master.Very tense, she stumbled a bit but Vincent's hand found her waist, steadying her and that was when she finally realized how close they'd gotten.She mutters abashedly, "I'm sorry, I….""Shhh" His voice was very quiet, only reaching her ears, "Don't speak if you don't want what happened in the car to happen again, there's only so much I can restrain." Vincent groaned, as his breath fanned her ears.Isadora shuddered, feeling his hand slide further down her waist to the small of her back as he gently brought her closer, eliminating even the smallest gaps as he subconsciously sought to monopolize her essence around him, canceling every foreign scent of the guests around.Subdued by his selfi