A Breeder For Alpha Alexandros のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

The guard's words reverberated in the King's mind as he made his way towards the throne hall. He wondered why the elders had dared to come without his invitation. With a furrowed brow, he purposefully stride towards the grandiose hall. As the tall, imposing doors to the throne hall swung open, the King swept into the room, his regal presence preceding him. The air was heavy with anticipation, and his footsteps echoed on the marble floors, the sound filling the expanse of the grand hall. The elders, distinguished and wise, rose in unison from their seats, their eyes fixed on the King. They offered a subtle bow as he traversed the crimson carpet leading to his magnificent throne. With a graceful flourish, he shrugged off his cloak, his gaze sweeping across the solemn faces that awaited him. Seating himself upon the throne, the King beckoned the elders to take their places. The room descended into an uneasy silence before the King's voice pierced the stillness, filled with

Under the watchful moon, its pale light bathing the lush gardens, Melina and Daphne walked away together, their figures dancing in silhouette against the backdrop of the night. As their footsteps echoed softly on the cobblestone path, Daphne couldn't help but steal glances at Melina, her curiosity piqued. What did Melina need from her? What secrets swirled within her mind? This was the first time she was seeing Melina look so comfortable with such words coming out of her mouth. The Melina she knew, immediately she saw her and the prince having sex together, she would have run away but she didn't, meaning whatever Melina wanted to say must be very important. Melina moved with an air of confidence, a calmness that unsettled Daphne. It was strange to witness her so composed amidst the uncertainty. She didn't even seem disturbed by the sight she just came upon. As they came to a halt outside Melina's chamber, Daphne followed her lead without hesitation, taking a seat as Melina i

The opulent chamber of the palace was heavy with an air of exhaustion as King Alexandros, his golden crown glimmering atop his head, made his weary way towards his sumptuous four-poster bed. Stretching languorously, he prepared to retire for the evening, his regal demeanor momentarily cast aside. With great care, he removed the resplendent crown and placed it gently upon the table at the bedside, its golden surface catching the subdued light of the room. However, before King Alexandros could finally succumb to the embrace of slumber, an interruption shattered the tranquility. The chamber door resounded with a curt knock, followed by a salute from a guard. Weariness etched into the king's features, he turned towards the source of the disturbance, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity playing upon his countenance. Rubbing his temples, his mind still reeling from the day's affairs, he queried the guard. "Good evening, Your Majesty, please forgive the intrusion, but there is

A fire ignited in Melina's eyes, determination replacing the fear. "It matters not what kind of person Daphne is. I witnessed the king's rejection, heard his declaration of indifference. That alone is reason enough to escape before they lock me away in the dungeon. Can't you see that they are still using us? They killed your husband whom I still believe is innocent, they are punishing us for the crimes we didn't commit. If they hadn't accuse Theseus of treason, I am certain I wouldn't be here today as someone's breeder." Cleo stood up, her face etched with resolve. She took a few steps away from the couch before turning to Melina, her voice unwavering. "Very well, my dear. I shall respect your decision. But before we proceed, allow the king one final opportunity to prove himself. I really want you to see his true colors." Melina turned to face Cleo, her expression weary yet resolute. Cleo was still adamant and that was only infuriating Melina more. "Why can't you just stop

As Melina, Cleo, and Daphne hurriedly made their way towards the back of the castle, their breaths came in ragged gasps. The weight of their escape bore heavily upon them, their hearts pounding in their chests. Their eyes darted anxiously, searching every nook and cranny for the lurking presence of guards or prying eyes. Melina, her voice trembling with urgency, turned to Daphne. "How much farther, Daphne? We have been running for what felt like decades now, I have never been to this side of the castle before," she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "And where is this hidden door you spoke of?" Daphne, her eyes scanning the surroundings, answered in a hushed voice, "We're almost there, Melina. Just a little farther. But we must hurry. Dawn is upon us, and the castle will soon awaken with guards and maids bustling about. You won't be able to leave once they start coming out." As they hurried on, their panic-stricken gazes caught sight of a solitary lamp in the distance. It cas