Lahat ng Kabanata ng Slavic Witch: Alpha King Mate : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Dragana POVHis question caught me off guard. I did not know how to respond or what to say. The internal struggle I had with the two men was about to expose itself if I said anything, even though in reality I had no real relationship with either of them. Truth be told, I was very, very confused and conflicted. Could you love two people??? Equally? Could you be mates with two??? I did not know the answers and perhaps I was scared to probe. Perhaps it felt safe to have Art here and pine for Roman. The two of them never meeting after we left, me, never having to push myself or analyze or ever really make a decision. “We are not cowards!” Aisha came forth, agitated at all this. “Great grandfather”, she purred to him. “Perhaps I can help address something here”, she said confidently. “Please Aisha, my beautiful girl”, he said. “Dragana, you may not want to hear this, especially given the circumstances, but when I shifted at the pack several night ago, Caleb saw me”, she explained. “I was a

Dragana POVThe large glass shreds were sticking out of Art’s back and blood was seeping;, however he did not seem to care. “Art… Let me pull them out, at least, please.. you must be in pain!”, I urged him, while on the outside we could hear whole hell breaking loose. Cybela was spitting fire in somebody’s direction and growling like thunder, her large, outstretched wings blocking my view. The skies had darkened into a misty black color and clouds appeared out of nowhere. I knew Solomon left, so this attack, just shortly after his departure, was more than suspicious. I made a mental note to discuss this with Jasmine later – we obviously had a traitor in our midst. “Never mind the glass Dragana, Emir will heal me. We need to get you to safety, that is most important!”, he replied, his voice laced with urgency and concern. His handsome face was serious, his eyes darting everywhere, but I could see pain flash as he tried to dress himself. I could not let him go injured anywhere. I quickl

Alice POVAfter leaving Rising Moon under the pretense of visiting my ailing father in his last moments, we had finally arrived. The Alpha King sent 50 warriors to accompany me, including his Gamma, Aldar. A stoic man of few words, Aldar exuded dominance and power, and was a no-nonsense type of person. I knew my usual tricks would not work with him, but I continued the charade anyway. He was built like a house, little over 6ft tall, his blonde hair cascading to his shoulders, his crystal blue eyes piercing when they looked at you. I had seen him around the pack with his mate and pups, and he was very much a family man,devoted to Rose and his children. I learned that he too grew up with Roman and was unquestionably loyal. A strong man, with a strong chiseled, normallyclean-shaven face showed the shadow of a beard after all these days, probably because we did not stop for camp. We made a few stops to water the horses andget some nourishment, but we really did not rest. Roman instructed

Dragana POVI was numb. Everything that happened on the beach and during the battle shook me to my core. Why did I react that way to that voice?? What power did that strange woman possess??? I was devastated about Cybela. I did not know what happened, and could not stop shaking from fear and anxiety. I suspected the worst. The pain of potentially losing her was crippling me. I tried to reach out to her and connect, but all my efforts were in vain. I sobbed and felt like I failed her, like I failed everyone. I wanted to fight, I wanted to save her, and tried to reason as to why Jasmine pushed me through the Silver Gate. I tried to understand her motives, but all I felt was pain. Art carried me to the lake house as if I was a child, holding me close to him. He was injured, however, his wounds were not horrible, and the pack doctors had already patched him up and he was healing after we got to the lake house. I offered to heal him, but he knew my energy was limited at best. “You need to

Roman POVI was mesmerized by Dragana. Her coming back snapped me into a trance, a state I did not want to wake up from, but did not know how to deal with. Seeing her selflessness and love for Jasmine, her devotion and determination to save her, reminded me just how much I took her for granted all these years. Her only desire was to be free. I could have given her more freedom, could have granted her wish, given her more capacity to be happy, done more for her. I should have treated her better, I should have respected her, cherished her….. I should have loved her. “Loved her??”, Caleb snickered. “You??? You think you are capable of love boy???”, he continued taunting me. I did not respond; I did not plan on getting engaged. My whole soul was leaping to her, looking at her, an invisible force pulling me. When she shifted into her Lycan, I nearly howled in admiration. Her Lycan was incredible, silver fur sparkling as if covered in diamond dust, her muscular, toned body, graceful, yet po