บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's slave, the eternal submission: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Alpha king Ozar.Softly, I open my eyes and I can tell it is morning from the silver of dawn light that filters through the heavy tent, painting a golden stripe across my face. I stir, the remnants of a dream that had Yeri in it clings to him like cobwebs. A soft weight on my arm grounds me in the present and I glance down to find her buried and nestled against my chest.Her raven hair, usually meticulously styled, cascade down his bare torso in a tangle of silken strands. Her eyelids that were painted with kohl are shut, peacefully. Lashes, resting on the flushed skin of her cheeks.She is beautiful.The sheet drapes across the both of us and it pools at my waist. A flicker of curiosity, or perhaps something more, compels me to raise it with a slow, deliberate hand. I drop it instantly when I see the surprise under it. I am naked. And I spilled into her yesterday.Fuck. I mutter. The last thing I want is the enemy’s sister to bear my kids. Well, what am I regretting it for? I haven’t

Alpha King Ozar.I didn’t kill them but I did torture them. They will be left to die in the dungeons until they give me the answers I need about Magnus. I didn’t tell Yeri that because I don’t have a reason to. I don’t see a reason to give her attachment to these bandits. I would have never said anything to her if she didn’t come in here, asking questions that I do not owe her.Those men deserve death and it will come sooner. So, I might as well tell her that they are dead. The advisors have taken their leave and she is still on the floor, sobbing. “Get her out of here.” I whisper to the guards and she grabs a hold of my ankle, her fingers digg into the leather of my boots."Why?" she rasps, her voice is hoarse but laced with a steely resolve. "Why didn’t you grant them mercy? Why did you have to slaughter them?”I tower over her like a storm cloud and I am momentarily taken aback by her. Surprise flickers across my face, but it is quickly replaced by a hardened mask. I yank my foot

Princess Yeri.I don’t have a reason to move an inch. I thought about it. Should I just go out and get a plate of food? I need strength if I am to continue thinking about everything that has happened. However, the moment I tried to open the door, it became useless…I lost reason. So, I stayed back in the bedroom.The sun slants through the high arched windows, casting a thin rectangle of light onto the bed. It illuminates a sliver of my cheekbone, stark against the pallor of her skin. I squint my eyes. I must have forgot to close it earlier when the sky was blue and cold. I lay perfectly still. My once vibrant eyes sink and dull beneath closed lids. My hair, usually a cascade of glossy curls, lay tangled and dull around my face.The sheets beneath me are rumpled and damp with sweat, clinging uncomfortably to her thin frame. The air in the small chamber hung heavy, thick with the scent of despair and neglect. Three days. It had been three days since I last left this room, since the wo

Princess Yeri.It has been two days since I heard what Agnes said. She said the king didn’t behead the bandits and then, she looked at him, apologizing for saying it as if the king warned her not to. Why would he lie to me? Why would he say that he killed him when he didn’t? I don’t understand what is going on and why the king is doing this to me.It's been two days and I still do not understand what is going on. I thought about it, should I go to the castle and find out? But how exactly am I supposed to find out? The last time I saw the king I basically tried to kill him in broad daylight. I saw when shards of the cutleries removed blood from his forehead and yet, I did not stop. I was struck by my anger, it got to a depth where I did not want to care about how he made me feel in the recent days. All I wanted was for him to pay.My biggest question is why, why did you lie? Teresa walks into the room and she sighs, seeing that I am still thinking about it. No one can blame me, the od

Princess Yeri.“You are making me visit you here. Why did you evade my invitation over and over again?” Lady Camille asks. I walk into the courtyard of the harem house where is wating for me. Did I receive her invitations? Yes, did I pretend like Florence never gave it to me? Yes, again.“What? You are too much of grace to come here but your king has reduced me to this.” I say, folding my hands and cuddling myself as strong wind passes in the midst of us, ruffling our dresses.“You are such an ingrate. I led you to speak to Ozar and you do not even offer thanks to me.” Camille says, pointing her finger at me and I stare in the opposite direction.“I am tired of going to the castle.” I say.“What…from what I overheard in the stables. Ozar seems to be in the right with you.” Camille says.“You were eavesdropping?” I ask, staring at her in shock.“I was there to see if you would try to lash at him again. I was there to protect you from your own anger.” She says and I scoff, rolling my eye