Sold by my ex-husband, I became the Rogue’s breeder のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Thorne’s P.O.VNo one had dared speak against me ever since I founded the Rogue Kingdom. They knew that speaking against my word or order meant death for them. But, the council of elders was here, ranting, and as much as I was seething with rage, I couldn’t say a single word. As if Asher’s death wasn’t worse, five different men were found dead and their bodies were disfigured just in the same way as Asher’s. Silver. They had all consumed a silver poison. At first, I had thought that Asher’s death was due to suicide—I mean everything was confusing. In the note that he had left, he had written about how he was fed up with everything and felt like he didn’t deserve his family. He had even sealed the note with his blood. I wanted to think that it was suicide, but with the bodies that were recently found, I would be too foolish to ignore the pattern. They couldn’t have committed suicide. This was murder. Someone in possession of Silver was sending a message to me. I wanted to point fi

Freya’s P.O.VThere was a decree that whoever was found with Silver poison had to be killed. I could only hope that whoever had it in their possession was found so that the senseless deaths that just spurred out of nowhere could end. Thorne would stop being stressed and when the war is over, we would finally have peace. I crouched before Isaac, meeting him at eye level as my mind drifted towards the priestess. She had made some prayers to the moon goddess and somehow, I had started regaining some bits of my memories from that night. Thorne and Enzo had claimed that a spell had been cast upon me to wipe out a part of my memory. Although, I hadn't believed but now that the priestess had stepped in, I could remember Reginald being there but what he had said was what I couldn't remember. He had been surrounded by some strange women, and just that image of him that flashed through my mind sent a shiver down my spine. Isaac broke my train of thought. “Mum, I am starving”My pupils dilat

Thorne’s P.O.VAfter leaving the field, Enzo and I went to visit Asher’s family alongside Heath. I didn't know what to make of the expression on his face but all I knew was that while we were there, he had his head lowered, not daring to look at Asher’s fiancee and his son. He couldn't even hold him in his hands. Only a guilty soul would do that. All of this further proved that he had something to do with it. I was now back home, discussing with Heath concerning Enzo and while we were speaking, I caught sight of Freya, and everything Heath had been saying faded into the background. My heart pounded hard against my chest and I called out to her. “Freya…”She stopped in her tracks, shooting me a quick glare before darting her eyes over to Enzo who lowered his head in reverence for her. She did the same and that was when I dismissed Heath. “Freya, what is this?”Her face contorted into a frown and before I could take a step, she turned on her heel. I stared at her in disbelief, runni

EnzoMy fingers curled tightly around her neck, tears welling in her eyes, and staring into Freya’s eyes, I had never felt so much rage at once. She didn’t fight back, instead, her mouth parted, and a strangled gasp escaped her. “No…one… I would never tell anyone” She stammered out and that was the moment the storm inside of me calmed. “Promise?”She choked out. “I promise”My pupils dilated, and I slowly released my fingers around her throat. Freya fell to the ground, her fingers fluttering to her neck as she gasped for air. Guilt wrapped its way through my heart and pity shone in my eyes for her. I hated that it did. I hated that I felt sympathetic towards Freya. Not sparing her another single glance, I grabbed the coat, threw it over my shoulders, and stepped out of the room with anger coursing through me. Just at that moment, my heart turned cold in my chest when my phone buzzed in my hands. I swallowed the heavy lump that formed in my throat, glancing at the message on the

Thorne’s P.O.VMy heart almost leaped into my throat because all of a sudden, an arrow came flying out of nowhere, whizzing past my ears until it embedded itself on the wall across from me. For a second, I was shocked, trying to process what had just happened and in the next second, I was now standing before the wall. My muscles tensed and for some reason I couldn't place, fear didn't grip but instead, my eyes were piqued with curiosity because why was an envelope attached to the arrow?Confusion swamped my mind. Who was still doing this in this century?I reached for the arrow, pulling it out with so much strength. Tossing the arrow to the ground, my brows furrowed in confusion as I stared at the name boldly written on the envelope. Freya. “Freya?” I mumbled to myself, wondering why something like this would be passed across to Freya in this manner. Could it be Enzo?Was he scheming again? I tore the envelope open, yanking out the letter that had a hole in the middle. My eyes bre