บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King's Heart: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

“Stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone” he insisted, holding her slim waist gently, but he retracted, thinking it wasn't proper, his face was so close to hers, and she couldn't, all she wanted was to crush her lips on him, and explore his mouth. She sat down on the arm of the couch, facing him. He was standing in front of her, and gently he caressed the side of her face, making her still with wonder. What was happening? Why was she loving the sound of his voice and the glistening of his eyes? This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to be this obscenely brave. “Can I hold your hand?” he asked her under his breath. She processed, eyes still fixed onto his, and then she said, “No you should not” “Why?” “Because I will kill you if you do,” she answered back softly. He stopped immediately and waited. “I am going to kill you if you put your hands on me,” she repeated, still seeming calm. “I should have told you this before you invited me into your house.” She wat

“I never wanted to be born like this, Halomir. There must be a cure” she told the old man, trying to convince herself more than him. “I don’t enjoy hurting people,” she said, “I mean killing people. And even when I do, my actions are justified because I only hurt bad people. No one needs them. The world is a much better place without them.” “If you believe that, then you’re more like your father than you think” he added. “I am nothing like him,” her voice went up quickly. “He is a monster. He takes pleasure in killing people. He is the reason why my mother, his wife, is dead.” He kept quiet, urging her on. “I know he is not going to stop until he finds me and kills me. I also know that I am not going to allow that,” she declared. “I will have to kill him first.” “Tread carefully girl. You will end up losing your soul and become him if you take this path.” “There is nothing left of my soul. I am already lost. But I will have satisfaction when he is dead.” “That is not the only re

Ethan’s house, lit from within, stood at the far end, close enough for her to watch. Kate could see his silhouette moving about in his bedroom, and she stood in silence, watching, soon to head directly there. She would have to explain why she was hurt and why she had come here. She braved another step, then immediately sensed a variant presence in his house. It was different from the female servants. She searched with her sharp eyes and finally confirmed the reason for her dissatisfaction. Nestled on the bed in his bedroom was a woman, Danielle. The window was wide open and everything was revealed. Kate had been the one to compel her to forget what happened when she was lost in the night. Kate had done this kindness to get Ethan to focus on everything but Danielle. Kate watched in wondrous suspense. Danielle was sitting in his massive white bed dourly, as if unsatisfied with something. That perfume she wore only meant trouble and Kate scowled, then hopelessly cowered, fearing the wo

It was only a few hours into the night. There was no doubt in her mind that Detective Bradley Burke was going to do everything in his strength to make sure that she didn't see the light of day again. Kate seemed calm in her seat, there was no need to fight it yet, it would only make things worse. Detective Bradley Burke glared at her through the mirror. She was sitting in the back seat, “How did you do it?” he asked her. She looked up to meet his eyes. “How did you kill those people?” Did he want to know? She eased her gaze on him. She knew it was easy to compel him even through the glass, but she wouldn't want to do it just yet, because Ethan was probably soon to be involved, so she would let it play out naturally for now. She looked away, ignoring his question. “I am going to make sure that you are locked up for a very long time” he promised. “And I am going to get the truth out of you one way or another,” She immediately let out an involuntary chuckle that stroked Burke as an i

THE YEAR 1895 The gentle luster of his eyes lifted to the burning noon sun through the small window. Mathias Icarius Montgomery leaned over and craned to see the outside world through the iron bars of the prison that held him. A cloud of dust flew in and then rushed into his eyes and he drew back irritably but quickly recovered to his earlier position at the window. His last moments of freedom were these. He had been accused of treason, and he was on death row, sentenced to be hanged the following day. The failing hope that now possessed his visage was owed to the thoughts of being in this state, unable to be with his ailing wife with child. He stood, relishing the pallid scene outside. The people, buried in the turmoil of the usual vending, filled the streets, stretched through every narrow gate and boulevard, and discharged into a stream of many, making their way to this pitiful scene. In the street swelled diatribes of profanities and muffled chanting and voices of other unfamil