Semua Bab Football Star: The Jerk Alpha's Redemption : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Azlynn’s P.O.V.The worry laced in Hayley’s cute voice mirrored her concern for her daddy. It felt great to see that she was so closely attached to her biological father. Perhaps the long break in our relationship was necessary to give her space. Her bond with Demrid couldn’t be strengthened if it wasn’t for my unannounced absence. However, it had cost me a fortune as my precious honey was now a skeleton, too weak for the normal five years old pup. Her heart was pounding against her chest to witness her daddy’s difficulty in the ground. Stroking her hair, I tried to comfort her with a grin.“He dodged that attack. You see this spin. It’s a masterpiece!”Widening her eyes, she was staring at the screen in a daze. My assurance calmed her panic as she nodded fiercely. “Yes, mommy. Daddy is tricky. He can manage.”Then she noticed Xavion’s defense, commanding over the ground. Hayley spoke excitedly.“Daddy is fast, but my savior uncle is faster. He can run like a cheetah.”Her

Azlynn’s P.O.V. The door slammed open, revealing my fated headache’s furious figure. His growl thundered the room before I could even process his sudden arrival. Xavion was supposed to be on the ground, completing the formalities after the match. How did he come here so soon? Xavion’s eyes glowed gold, sharp with fury. His chest was heaving beneath his open shift where every muscle coiled tight. It was like he changed his clothes in a rush. Glaring at Demrid, he snarled, racing my heart. “What the hell are you doing here, South King?” Despite Xavion’s rage, Demird appeared calm, hands up in peace. “I am here for my daughter. Nothing else, King Xavion” Unfortunately, his cool only ignited Xavion’s rage. He spat out. “Don’t you dare lie to my face! You think I can’t see what’s going on here? It’s obvious that you are trying to manipulate my mate, using her past affection as a leash!” Unlike before, Xavion blamed Demrid for fooling me. It was a significant development in

Xavion’s P.O.V. I should have killed my father when he taught me how to hold a weapon. Not by guiding my hand, but by beating the hell out of me with the flat of the blade until I stopped crying. However, I didn’t kill him, following his commands like a dog. And now! Now I had destroyed the only soul that was specially made for me. Pacing back and forth, my boots echoed like gunshots in silence. My chest was heaving as my rage choked me with every single breath. Azlynn knew! She knew everything! The moment that I dreaded the most was there, skinning me alive. She was aware of how I hired the men, set the plan, and killed her beloved father. I had thought that it was just a threat, the East king, who should be eliminated because of hiding the prophecy girl. But I didn’t know that ‘good of the empire’ would bite me in the ass. My fake bond with Valerie cost me my fated pairing. Azlynn looked at me like I was her death itself. Unsure about what to do next, I was racing my brain

Azlynn’s P.O.V.Three weeks had passed, that night of disaster was still fresh in my mind. I could feel the chilly wind biting my cheeks, just like when we crossed the west kingdom’s border in the darkness. Xavion was a murderer or executioner, responsible for ending my dad’s life. But I had to run away like a criminal, hiding my sorry face. The dense pines looming in the forest were the silent judges when I first arrived here. I had fled with my daughter, asking help from my dad’s loyal subordinate, uncle Earl. That angel from heaven came to see me with brother Howard that night. He respected my wishes and showed me a hope in impenetrable darkness, reminding me of my father’s back-up plan. It was his discreet action that had brought me far away from the land of lies and deceit. I sat at the edge of a stony bench at the balcony of my new villa, staring into the fog that draped the forest like morning veils. Even as a possibility, my dad arranged a lavish lifestyle for me in t

Azlynn’s P.O.V. “No, it can’t be true!” I settled into the quiet of my villa’s sunlit dining room, watching the way the sun rays danced across the polished surface. My mind drifted back to the conversation I had with Arthur and Skylar last night. When it came down to the kings in the supernatural world, Demird was considered as a suspect because of his status. Arthur’s faith in the South King whispered through my thoughts. “Out of all the werewolf Alphas, Demrid is the sensible one, Azlynn. I saw him last year at an annual summit. He talked about harmony among races, softening the laws of co-inhabitants. He couldn’t be a criminal with ulterior motives.” Demird’s courteous smiles, his excellent intellect, and his gentle nature begged to differ, advocating for him. He was a man of principle, creating a safe space for all the creatures. It was hard to imagine that he could be the knife which stabbed my dad in his back. But what if we were wrong about him? He wasn’t as noble as we