The Alpha King's Hated Slave의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

Shawn's POVI got down from my horse and helped Martin down too. We walked closer towards what looked like a giant grave and truly it was.“Is this not a wicked act?” Martin asked, looking into the grave and then at me.I didn't know.I didn't feel like it was a wicked act. It felt like it was done as a remedy to harm already done but what I did not understand was why I felt drawn to a huge grave.“Let's go,” I said hoarsely.I didn't particularly appreciate how I felt and wanted to leave the place as soon as possible. But just as we turned to go, I noticed a separate grave. It looked a little bigger than a grave for one person and around it were flowers grown all around it.I felt that strong pull again and walked, void of my volition to the grave. I stood over it and ran my hands over the flowers.Like a lightning shock, I felt a ripple effect course through my fingers from the flowers, and my mind became messed up.It's been a while since I had this attack, but here it was. Smithso

Shawn’s POVWe sat and ate in silence. After a while, the meal was fast coming to its end, but we were yet to see any sign of his sister. The cook's assistant came around to clear our table.“Thank you,” I said as she took out the last bowl from the table.“The sky is fast turning dark,” Martin said, his demeanor already looking downcast.“Don't give up just yet. She may be busy, I'm sure she'll come around,” I said in a bid to keep him motivated.“Since you believe so, I will believe it too,” He replied. I nodded and leaned back into the seat. I also hoped to know what kind of person his sister was. He does not understand why she was willing to give up her brother's freedom in exchange for hers and left him there for four years.I closed my eyes to take a little nap, while Marton was going through a book. His constant flipping of pages distracted my sleep.“Hey, can you keep it low?” I bellowed.“Sorry,” He replied in a hushed tone.I blinked my eyes open at him, but I met his atte

Lily’s POVAs I prepared breakfast for the kids, I got carried away with thoughts from what happened yesterday afternoon.He said his name was Lucas Hawthorne. Hawthorne was the name of Lady Marty too, but I could not make such hasty conclusions.Being able to read through my mind, gave him an advantage over me, in that he knew exactly what I was thinking and it was hard to know if he was telling the truth or if he was only messing with my mind.“Mother be careful or you'll burn your hands,”I was startled when I heard Fiona's voice. “Thank you, love,” I smiled gratefully as I took the ladle out of the stew pot.“Where is your brother?” I asked her.“He is still in the room,” She replied.I sighed, looking beyond her towards the room. I put down the pot of boiling stew and held her childish hands and together we made our way back to the makeshift rooms.“How are you doing Raymond?” I asked as I settled at the foot of his bed.“I’m not good mother,” He replied with his face buried into

Leila’s POVAs the morning sun pierced into the room through the open curtains, I shifted and turned in bed. I woke up to a throbbing headache, so I immediately rang for Maureen.“Good morning Sister,” She greeted with a slight bow.“Have you found out who he is yet?” I asked while holding one hand to my head.“Why? What is taking you so long?” I yelled at her.She recoiled at my yelling and after I was done, she recomposed herself. “The men your father assigned to us are few and we cannot cover the whole of Mistwood Creek in such a short time,” She replied with an annoying humility.“How long will my father stay confined to his tent house? We need to act fast!” I yelled.“Sister, are you sure it was a silver-haired male you saw?” Maureen asked. I turned and gave her an icy glare. Was she insinuating I was not seeing clearly?“I'm sorry Sister,” She apologized when she noticed my cold stares.I was certain of what I saw. The man was silver-haired, just like his wolf. His aura was inti

Leila's POV“Am I just anybody?” I asked, trying to contain the anger I felt within.He did not even lift a glass of water to drink. Sadly I had not tampered with anything.“The more you insist, the more suspicious you make yourself, so cut it. I won't eat or drink anything,” He sneered.I laughed lightly. My laughing was more to calm me down and had nothing to do with what he said.“Fine, if you say so,” I said and picked up a plate of grapes and helped myself to eat. He stared at me while I ate.After a while, he rang the bell and a maid walked in. “Call me Winston,” He ordered and the maid bowed and left.“I thought we agreed on no servants,” I asked after the maid left.“I don't remember agreeing to such an absurd thing, but I do remember you being edgy with the servants around,” Marcus replied with so much composure.I noticed how hard he tried to get me angry, but I refused to let him take the lead in a meeting I called for.I needed him to make his choice now. A foe for life or