บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Slave: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Daylight crept in gradually, running her easy fingers along the walls, and flickering mysteriously at the windows. Philemona woke first, a slight frown on her face as she yawned and looked around the room. Something seemed strange and different. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized there was no sign of Tina. "Where's Tina?" she questioned, her voice trembling slightly as she looked at the other persons asking them worriedly.“I don’t know,” Moana muttered, yawned, and tried to clear the fuzz that had descended on her brain. "She was here when we went to sleep, yes?”"Maybe she is with the twins. They were quite ill last night they slept most of the time." Hannah murmured.“I will check,” she said further standing from the bed. She left the room and went to the twins room. In less than fifteen minutes she returned and there was a clear look of alarm on her face. "She's not there. I did not find her elsewhere too.”Horror crept up over them. It scared two of them out of their beds

Cyrus POVThe war was still raging outside wildly. The South had been very unprepared for the attack and the new strategy they had had faltered due to our strategy. It was getting quite obvious that we would be victorious in the war. It was getting late and after several hours of fighting, I decided to go back to the war camp. A general was going to take over my place, and the men who had fought from morning till night were to retreat and those that would fight from night till morning were going to replace them. I rode my horse away, exchanging positions in an orderly manner so that despite the switch, we would still be able to attack the enemy effectively. As I neared the war tents, I slowed down a bit and then pulled on the reins of my horse to make it come to a halt. I swung down from it, breathing heavily, and made my way to the entrance of the tent where Agnes was kept. "Is she awake?" I asked the guards who stood in the front."Not yet Your Majesty," they responded in unison

Anger was gone, leaving the sadistic smile on Agnes’s lips as a cold, shocking feeling enveloped her heart and squeezed the life out of it. She felt her heart racing and her body stiffening, The fear seeping into her and then choking her as it surrounded her chest. His breath momentarily hitched and she remembered the danger she had led Cyrus into. The burden of the mistake almost suffocated her as it pressed against her chest ready to overpower her.Fear kicked in making her drive like a woman possessed. She hurried out of the tent, forgetting the pain it the wound inflicted on her by Xeik. The sound of her bare feet striking the sound like that of a death rattle. She kicked up sand as she went moving about madly. Each tent looked like it was a never-ending maze; after a few moments, she glanced around searching for a figure as distinctive as Theo’s.The silence gave her a feeling that the atmosphere was suffocating on her. Agnes stepped into the armory tent enraged and with determin

The next morning Cyrus faced the army at the center of the battle, holding up Xeik’s head for everybody to see. The atmosphere glowed expectantly in combination with the sickly stench of burnt meat and a lingering smell of gunpowder that always hung in the air. The warm glow of the sun the next morning generated shadows stretching over the field over the debris of the battle that had happened the day before. Armor, swords, and shields were demolished; dead bodies of warriors were scattered around. The sky above was dark, grey, and heavy with the smoke of ashes and the wind carried the weak, dull moaning of people who were lost in the fires.With a look of desolation and resolve, Cyrus looked at the aftermath of the tragedy. His face was now smeared with dust and perspiration, his lips tightened into a narrow grim line as he spoke to the remaining soldiers of the South pack. ‘Put away your arm,’ he instructed, sharply yet still tired. "This battle is over." His eyes roamed to and fro o

In the midst of the confusion, Cyrus and Agnes seized the opportunity. With swift, precise movements, they disarmed the soldiers holding them. The clang of metal rang out as they turned the soldiers’ weapons against them, swiftly ending their lives. The ferocity of their actions was a testament to their desperation and resolve. Blood spattered across the dirt, mingling with the morning dew, creating a stark contrast that highlighted the brutality of the moment. The adrenaline coursed through their veins, their senses heightened as they moved with lethal efficiency, driven by the need to survive and protect their loved ones.Panic spread among the remaining South pack soldiers. Their ranks, once confident and disciplined, were now fractured under the onslaught. Their eyes darted wildly, searching for an escape from the chaos that had engulfed them. Audrey and Castilla, realizing their plan had crumbled, attempted to flee. Their frantic steps were cut short by a group of Northern soldie