บททั้งหมดของ The Two Kings and the Lost Elder : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Third Person's POV Grayson limps slowly down the hall. Every muscle in his body aches. He's not sure what that bastard did to him, but he felt himself dying. It was the worst pain he had ever felt, and he would be happy if he lived the rest of his life without ever feeling it again. He didn't recall the hall being so long. He swore it was shorter. He held his hand against the bullet wound on his stomach and gritted his teeth at the burning muscles when he used them to turn the doorknob and enter his apartment.The apartment was quiet and dark, just like he expected it would be so early in the morning. Sebastian is usually fast asleep and stays that way until at least 8:00 am. Sometimes, the little Delta will sleep until 9:30. Grayson wishes he could lay there and watch him sleep until he wakes up every morning. But unfortunately, duty calls him each morning and pulls him away from his mate. The Alpha is thankful he has the next few days off to recover. It gives him time to be with h

Third Person's POV The guard opens his eyes when he hears someone enter his room. He's surprised it's not the doctor or nurse this time. This time, it was another familiar face, one that brought a smile to his face.“Ah, my favorite person. What brings you to my hospital room?” The guard said with a smile.Coal let his eyes sweep across the room before looking at the guard. “I heard you were awake. I came to check on you.”“You came to see if I was still alive, didn't you?”” The guard jokes, and Coal rolls his eyes. “I knew you were alive. I made sure of it.” Coal said as he sat in the chair beside the guard's bed.“Don't tell me you have feelings for me. You're cool. I like that you don't pretend to be something you're not, but I don't swing that way.” The guard said with a raised eyebrow. Coal rolled his eyes and groaned as he shook his head. “No. I don't have feelings for you. I have a mate. Besides, you're not my type. I don't like tattoos.” Coal said, and the guard threw his

His POV Once out of the chaos of the auction and in the quiet car with a constant soothing hum, reality came crashing down. The submissive Alpha felt uncomfortable and awkward sitting sideways on the Alpha's lap. His muscles twitched as the urge to kneel arose. When they passed a semi, it made a loud noise, and the Alpha's eye squeezed closed, his body tensed, waiting to feel the whip kiss his skin. He held his breath, and his body trembled as he waited for the pain, but it never came. “It's ok… You're safe,” He whispered in my ear. Why was it soothing? Why did it make my body relax as if it was his command? Why did my body react to him in a way I didn't want it to? I didn't want to feel safe in his arms, but for some reason I did. I didn't want to touch him, grab him, hold him tight, but something inside me screamed to do it. My muscles twitched, trying to force me to do it, but I fought it. The memory of what happened the last time I fell for that flashed in my head.Another loud

Third Person's POV Sebastian holds Grayson's hand with a death grip as they walk down the stairs. He can't bring himself to look up; he keeps his eyes on the floor in front of his feet. Grayson's thumb caresses the back of his hand as they walk down the stairs. He keeps Sebastian between himself and the wall to ensure no one gets too close and scares the Delta. “Remember, love, no one will hurt you. No matter how scary they look, they won't hurt you,” Grayson said through the link, and Sebastian lifted his head and looked up at him. When Sebastian looked into Grayson's eyes, his fears disappeared. But as they approached the first floor, his fears came back when he heard how busy the first floor was. He gripped Grayson’s hand tighter, and his eyes darted around, looking for danger. As they reach the bottom stair, Sebastian's stomach drops when he sees the largest Alpha he's ever laid eyes on walking toward them. His long hair was pulled up into a bun, exposing all the tattoos around

Third Person's POV Ian was frantic over his baby girl. He brushed her hair back before taking her face into his hands. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Ian asked, with her father nervously peering over his shoulder at her. “Yes, Dad, I'm okay,” Ivy said sleepily. She was warm and cozy after a bath and tucked into her fuzzy blanket. “You scared me!” Silas finally said. The nervous vampire leaned over Ian, nearly pushing him out of the way to plant a kiss on Ivy's forehead. An angry muffled growl came from Ian when his face was pressed against the bed. He turned around and glared at Silas, but the nervous vampire was too concerned about his daughter to realize he nearly suffocated Ian or noticed he was being glared at. Vivian chuckled. She always found Ivy's parents funny. “You just rest, and I'll be right back. Daddy will fix everything,” Silas said before disappearing from the room. Ivy and Ian stared at the empty doorway for a moment before they looked at each other. “Did he just