บททั้งหมดของ Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Marcellus’ POVAnd then my gaze turned to the mirror of fears. There she stood, the embodiment of perfection. My mate. The goddess. The princess. The queen. Brought in this world to be mine, created just for me as I was made for her. I am the embodiment of sexual pleasure and desire. I am the incubus. I can lure any woman into my bed. With my telepathic abilities, I could invoke the desire in any woman or man, demon or any other creature. And army of women and men passed through my bed. But can I make a woman forgive me? Can I make her love me?No, and there is nothing more that I need at this moment. Aralyn’s forgiveness. Aralyn’s understanding that all the misery I made her go through was a fucking mistake that I would carry as a burden and regret as long as I am alive and beyond that point. I need Aralyn’s love. I need her to love me despite all the crap I did. This would give me a reason to fight back and to stay alive. I don’t want her to be attracted to me only because of the ma

Thersar’s POVWhen that power pull dragged Erzelus and Kandreah into Macabantran fortress, we followed to the castle to help them and fight. I was reluctant to get in the battle with a battalion of warriors without two of our greatest commanders, but I had no options. Retreat or surrender is not even a distant option as we were too deep in this; it would be cowardice, and I still believed that we had realistic chances to conquer Macabantrah and win this war, even with the disadvantage of not having my twin and Erzelus by my side. I mean, we still have dozens of thousands of witches, dwarves, fae and Lycan warriors who are eager to fight for our cause. That was why I commanded entry to Macabantrah castle regardless of my concern for Erzelus and Kandreah, who are missing in action and are lord knows where. Fuck it, I can pull off the victory with Omar in command of Lycans, with witches under the command of Rowena and Marlekeen and Nexelex leading the dwarves. I will be in charge of the

Aralyn’s POV-A few days after the Konneyard fall, just before the breakthrough of the Alliance army into Macabantrah- Somewhere in Nerzelis forest-“Again”, Nat said calmly, which frustrated me even more. Why is she so calm when I am annoyed, grumpy and frustrated to my wits end? Is this woman even able to raise her voice? She always talks like some enlightened priestess whatsoever. On the other hand, I am a whirlwind of emotions, spanning from rage to ecstatic excitement and happiness and then back to anger in a flicker of a second. And now, I am furious, frustrated and ready to chop off the heads. Maybe the mixture of Malleteagan, Noosha and Selene in me is at fault. They are all nutcases in their own right, if you ask me.“Gah, fuck it, I cannot do it, Nat! Forget it! We are not going anywhere! I am too stupid and incompetent to open it…” I yelled angrily and slumped on the ground in frustration. I wanted to throw myself off into a massive child-like tantrum, like a spoiled toddl

Erzelus’s POVWhen I managed to open the doors to Macabantran castle, everything seemed to be happening in a flash of light, and everything was in a blur. I was sucked into the Macabantran dungeons at a breakneck pace. The force of Nahevra’s command had such a strong pull on me that regardless of my attempt to resist and fight it, I was absorbed into dungeons at warp speed, like dirt into a sponge.I woke up in a cage. I was lying on the dirty floor, which was filled with rotten corpses, moulded food the corpses around me probably ate when they were alive, rotten remains, and dust of Wengarthria. I was naked and in my human form, smudged and dusted with crappy substances of soil and dust of Macabantran dungeons, tied with silver and wolfsbane. The stench of death and decay here is unbearable, more than in any other place we have visited in Wengarthria. The sound of the demons’ orgies somewhere adjacent blended with the cackles of those demons who were passing by my cell and mocking me

Erzelus’s POVThe last thing I saw was a tear drop coming from Kandreah’s bloodshot eyes, which were entirely overtaken by the neon crimson colour of his vampire. His destiny is as pitiful as mine, if not even more. Before I drew my last breath, I wanted to say that I didn’t blame him for this. I tried to tell him that I understood he couldn’t disobey Nahevra’s command the same way I could not fight it off from the first second when the Macabantran gate opened, and the force of her command pulled me in. But no words left my mouth as this was not a part of my command. My last thought was that I felt sorry for Kandreah and that he would never know I didn’t blame him for anything. I know that guilt will eat him alive, the same way as it did when he killed Thersar in Sanguineabyss. The pain, the…darkness…it suffocates. Before I closed my eyes for one last time, I heard that little voice again:“..Red flowers are not scattered across the barren land, and my bedIt is not the red flowers bu