《The Alpha King's Curse》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 140 章

Three months. That was how long Jackson had ignored her while Faith and Gavin had imprisoned her. She'd felt like somebody had plunged a knife through her chest the whole time. She looked back at the man following her at a distance and pulled a face. He stopped at a distance and lowered his head. His heart started beating a little fast as it had done since he’d brought her back home by force after her last escape attempt. She knew she’d kept her emotions in check, and he hadn’t seen anything wolfish, so why the hell was he scared? She turned back to the dirt trail through the woods and looked at the distance she still had to go before she reached the boundary. Beyond that was No Man’s land, only to be crossed once the baby was born. It took longer to walk there because of how big she’d gotten. She looked overdue instead of seven months pregnant. Faith assured her it was okay and said stuff like Jackson had been a big baby, too, as if that was supposed to make her feel better.

Jackson looked away from his brutal mate and tried to focus on the issue at hand. Making sure he got rid of all the threats to her life was the only reason he was still breathing; otherwise, he would have succumbed to the pain a long time ago like his beast. "I don't know how far she was, but she was in that direction, past the boundary at the end of that trail,” Layla said, gesturing with her head to the woods. “She was quieter than the men who patrol your packhouse; I had to really focus to make sure I heard right. I might not have heard her if it wasn't for all that dry, long grass. And I know it’s long and dry because of the sound it makes when blowing in the wind.” It seemed she had kept up with her training. Not for the first time, he wondered how strong she would be when she finally came into all her power. When he was dead and gone, would his mate still be the Queen she was meant to be? “We caught her scent on the breeze, but I don’t know how far that would have travelled

When Jackson opened his eyes, he was in a dank, dark little room. His wrists were bound by chains suspended on some contraption on the ceiling, and his shoulders were on fire because they were supporting his weight. His fingers were numb and cold because the fuckers had chained him too tightly. Was this how he died then? In the hands of his enemy, months before he held his child? He felt lightheaded from the lack of circulation in his body. He tugged at the chains to test them out but could barely move his arms. It was the arrow that had weakened him. He could feel the dark magic burning through him as it had the other times, but this time he could still feel Cain. Maybe the magic wasn’t as strong this time. His beast was weakened, but he was already working hard to heal them. Still, he didn’t see them getting out of this anytime soon. He was too weak to even command anyone to release him. He looked at his feet and tried to wiggle his toes, but they were swollen. Both his feet

Layla had just managed to get off the bed when the bedroom door was shoved open. She felt the hatred first before Zach walked into the room with a smile on his face. It was the same intense hatred she'd felt the day she'd spent with the pick outside. It had been this group of people all along. "Congratulations, human. I hope you've said your goodbyes," the older man sneered. She backed away from the bed as people started piling into the room. The man who’d attacked Jackson with a chain was among them, and he smiled as if they were there for a friendly visit. These were the people Jackson had left her for. His pack. He’d been right that they wouldn’t accept her, but couldn’t they have waited until their Alpha was at least cold in the ground? The reminder that Jackson was dead cleaved in half again. But the sounds of the fretting baby in the next room kept her from crumbling to the floor. Who would protect that helpless girl if both of them were dead? She wouldn’t survive in the

Jackson had washed the blood and dirt from his body before he’d finally held Hope in his arms, but she would never forget the look in his eyes when he met his child for the first time. The huge, cold man had melted. His emotions had shown in his eyes and on his face so brightly that she would have known how he felt even if she hadn’t sensed it herself. It had been hours, but he still held the little girl. They had moved back to her smaller bedroom because the big one was full of dead bodies. She hoped someone had at least taken care of them, but she doubted she would ever use that bedroom again because of that. She couldn’t get over how quickly Jackson had killed them. They had been alive one second and then bleeding and lifeless the next. She lifted her head from the pillow to watch Jackson watching his daughter. For some reason, Jackson had held her hand over Hope’s little foot as they had both napped. Labour had taken a toll on her but resting seemed to have done the trick. She