Todos los capítulos de Alpha's slave, the eternal submission: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Princess Yeri. I remain on the floor where my body curled in on itself and I clutch my arms. I stay put in the same position for what feels like an eternity, unable to move. The tears that had threatened to spill finally breaks free, trailing down my cheeks and falling onto the ground. As the initial shock of what happened between us eases, my thoughts begin to race, tumbling over each other in a frantic attempt to make sense of what Ozar just accused me and my people of. His word were nothing but harsh and unforgiving. Was it truly my people who had committed such atrocities? Or was it just my brother, always eager to prove himself, always reckless and brash? The uncertainty gnaws at her, compounding in pain with a deep sense of dread. I have always known that Ozar was the kind of man that shouldn’t be pushed to anger…and today, I have tasted it. If he is like this at the news, what would he do to me in the future? Can I even make this sort of man commit to me? I do not think his gu

Princess Yeri.“The dowager did what?” Teresa asks and I drop my glass onto the table.“She reprimanded him.” I repeat. “Whoa, her powers must be beyond. The king is so respectful.” Teresa says and I scowl at her.“What do you mean? After all I have just told you, you think that serpent is respectful!?” I raise the tenor of my voice and she reminds me to reduce my voice. “Be careful!” Teresa says, looking around before she takes a seat. “There is no one here.” I say.“The walls have ears, Yeri or have you forgotten that Yolanda is here? I heard she has been begging Anges to help her see the king. It looks like she is expired.” Teresa says, bursting into laughter to the point where I can see the food that she is meant to be chewing in her mouth.“Why aren’t you laughing?” She asks, beating the table at the span of her laughter. “What is funny? I am a princess who has dropped yo a harem. Why would I laugh at that?” I say.“You are a consort.” Teresa corrects me and I roll my eyes at

Alpha king Ozar.The strong wind whips around me, rustling my hair and the edges of his dark, weather-beaten cloak. My boots were sturdy, caked with dirt from the field, and a longbow hung over his shoulder, hinting at my readiness for the hunt. The servants are busy setting up tents which are intended for the dowager, Camille, and other of the royal family who have accompanied us on the expedition. The canvas structures of the tents are taking shape, providing shelter from the biting wind that sweeps across the open field.My brothers are standing next to me, equally rugged and ready for the hunt. The wind tugged at my shirt. It is a dark linen that clings to my frame, the sleeves roll up to my elbows, revealing my powerful forearms. My shirt's open collar also exposes chest and more times than once, my hand traces the patterns of my gigantic sword that hangs at my waist, ready for action at a moment's notice.In my other hand, I am holding a silver metal bottle where I take a swig o

Alpha king Ozar.Her fear pierces through my hardened exterior. The sight of her tears, the way her shoulders shook, and the quiet desperation in her eyes caused me to stop. The feral glow in my eyes dims and I step away from her. I am trying to quell the rage and dominance that overtook me moments before. Being a dragon bloodline wolf comes with a lot of anger for it is a wolf who only speaks in war and retribution. My wolf is always ready to seek vengeance and it is why I believed I could ever have a mate.I believed that if I ever had one, she would run away from me. What woman would want to surrender herself to a wolf whose anger could get ferocious at a snap? Why did she have to be near Collins? Why was my guess right? Why did I have to walk in when he was holding her face and she allowed him to do so despite what we shared. It is why I did not want her here but the dowager just had to bring her.“Shut it.” I say, listening to her sobs and she immediately covers her mouth.“He is

Princess Yeri.Suddenly, I stop and frustration settles on his brow. He doesn’t know what to ask me. I was the one who pulled him into this, I was the one who riled up the vigour in this length but now, I have stopped. I look down at him and his eyes that were half lidded are now opened.“Get up from me.” He says, a sternness that arises from anger creases his face.“Not yet. I won’t be forgiving you but I do ask something from you.” I say and he rises from the pillows to speak to him. I am still on top of him and his face is mere inches from mine.He smirks.“Tell me.”“I want to pick from my servants who were captured back in Elanor. I hear they are in the dungeons or a slave encampment. Bring them to the castle.” I say, not begging or asking for it.King Ozar lies back onto the bed and he sets his hands under his head.“And if not…” I say, when he doesn’t answer.“I don’t have any reason to continue being a woman of your court.”“Like you have any choice?” He says.“My captivity is