Semua Bab A Breeder For The Alpha King : Bab 51 - Bab 60

    When we left the lakeside, went into the main building, everywhere quiet the way it should be. I, Alvans, Keith and Atlas sat round a table where out meals were served. This would be the first time I would be eating dinner together with them since we arrived here. It had been so tough. I was out of my consciousness for several days and even when I woke up, I was confronted with the saddest news I'd ever heard.     In my meal platter were, baked chicken, meatloaf, fajitas, vegetable stir fry with side salad. Wow... wasn't this too much? I looked at Alvans, who had started eating and when he noticed that I was staring at him, he stopped and dropped the chopsticks he was using to eat the pastas. He nodded at me and I shrugged. His nod meant, ‘what is it?' and my shrug meant, ‘nothing.' How cool to understand those signs. He chuckled when I shrugged and picked the chopsticks again.  

     Alvans had just arrived from the woods together with Keith and Atlas. After their hunt, they decided to have fun and they drank. Alvans was so exhausted, so he just staggered along the way, heading towards his room. As he was walking down the hallways, sick and unstable, he heard whispery voices coming from a nearby room. At first, he thought it was just his maids and some people talking, but as he got closer, he realized that it was too quiet to be a normal conversation. It was as if a rat was squealing around at night, looking for a place to hide.    Alvans stopped in his tracks and listened carefully. He strained his ears, trying to make out what was being said, but the whispers were too soft. Alvans could not shake the feeling that something was off. He could not ignore the possibility that they might be planning something that he should not be privy to.   He decided to investigate

     Imara sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at her open trunk. She had never been asked to do anything quite like this before. She could not imagine that the alpha would tell her to do something like that. What exactly did he think of her? Find Casey, the lady who had disappeared without a trace, within seven days. Even that wasn't the case with her, she knew that this was what the king believed and not even only the king but also the whole pack. They believed that Casey ran away taking Morgan's help but the king still doubted her. How could he be so witty! The king had made it clear that failure was not an option, and that the consequences would be dire. She knew this was a very impossible mission. Even if she knew where Casey was, she would never thought of bringing her back. Not because she was jealous this time but because she knew that the secret that she was the one who helped Casey out and she would end up just like Morgan. This

    Imara clung tightly to the reins of her horse as they made their way through the deep and narrow forest. She had been traveling for days and was already feeling weak and exhausted. She had hoped to make it to the next town by nightfall, but it seemed that fate had other plans for her. It was normal and phenomenal, so she accepted it.     Suddenly, without warning, seven rogue werewolves leapt out from the woods and surrounded her and her horse. Imara could feel her heart racing as she reached for her sword, but she knew that it was too late. The werewolves were too fast and too strong for her to fight off alone.   "Who are you and what do you want?" Imara asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fear she felt.    "We are the rogue or lost wolf. Anyone you guys call it. Just know that we are not good." The person who seemed to be the leader of the werew

     Imara stumbled towards the two soldiers, her heart pounding in her chest. They looked up as she approached, gripping their weapons tightly.    "Who are you?" one of them demanded.    "I'm looking for Alpha Aidan," Imara said breathlessly. "Please, can you take me to him? I know you are part of his guards."     The two soldiers exchanged a wary glance, but eventually the one who had spoken nodded. "Follow us," he said, gesturing for her to walk ahead of them.    Imara led the way, her senses on high alert as she navigated the rocky terrain. The soldiers walked close behind her, their footsteps quiet and measured.     After a few minutes, they came to a clearing where a small building erected, smoke curling from its chimney. The soldiers gestured for Imara to wait outside as they went in to c