Todos os capítulos de My Lord Alpha: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Rojan brought out the compass from his pocket and read it.The hands rotated along the cardinal points and settled on the west pole. Urging him to go left.He had been following this direction for the past ten days. At least he knew it was ten days because of the compass, indicating to him that 24 hours had passed.As for the climate of this planet, it was a never-ending night sky. No sunrise in sight, every time he had roused from his sleep hidden behind a boulder or a small rock enclave, it was always night.He had been following the direction of the dragon's remains because he knew that she would be somewhere in that direction.The Jaguar shifter leader had probably saved her from the enclosing horde of ghouls because he wanted something. If his aim was to kill her, he would not have bothered. Perhaps, he wanted to trade her in return for something.At this moment, he was tracking them in the direction of the dragon's grave. He knew the Jaguar shifter would be after the remains and

Tsmeka gazed around, unsure where the voice was coming from.Rojan rose up and walked out "I mean, if you have fought so gallantly for it. It would not be bad if I shared it with you."Tsmeka's eyes narrowed to slits as he saw him "That was not my instructions, I was told to bring all of it.""Rojan!" Bernice rose up from her spot, her eyes were rounded with happiness as she saw him.He winked at her, gesturing for her to stay put as he advanced toward Tsmeka."I figured I could share a few pieces with you, but since you are rejecting my offer. I will not insist," he turned his attention back to Tsmeka and gave him a wry smile."You had an advantage before because I thought as a werewolf, you had no experience with a sword. But not this time," Tsmeka brandished his sword in both hands and charged him.Rojan waited for him to be few inches away before swerving to the side, he kicked him behind his left leg.Tsmeka staggered further and held himself before he fell. "You always fight dir

Bernice lay awake on the saddle cloth that Rojan had spread out for her on the ground.A few hours had gone by after he had administered the cure to her wound.He used a small pebble to pound the petals against a rock and added droplets of water, to turn it into a thick paste. Then he instructed her to lie still and proceeded to smear it onto her wound.Initially, it had burned and sizzled, disappearing into her wound. Eventually, the burn had faded and she lay quiet, with time passing by.Her eyes wandered over to Rojan who sat quietly on the slab, with his errant thoughts."Rojan?" She called to him."Yes," he answered."When do you think we can go home?" She asked.He was quiet for a few minutes, before saying "I do not know."He did not know?"I don't think we need to wait for my leg to heal before we can leave," she offered."Uhuh," he said vaguely.They had the cure and had retrieved the dragon's remains. She had had enough with this goddamned planet and was ready to leave. As q

"What's a nymph? That's a good thing, right?" She asked unsure."Nymphs are just as their name implies, promiscuous despicable creatures with excessive sexual desires or sexual appetites. Always seeking male company or partaking in harems or orgies to sate themselves. Yet they are insatiable, it is a compulsion of their nature, an inbuilt behavior, a trait, a curse." He said bluntly.A curse.The word reverberated in her mind. She could see how Rojan would see those traits to be a curse, he was after all, the prince of celibacy that enshrined self-preservation beyond anything else.Damn it, how had she ended up this way?She saw him turn around and quickly begin to wear his clothes, picking them up from all the directions he had thrown them last night.But they had not finished what they started."Rojan wait," she moved to him to hold his jacket before he wore it. He immediately left the Jacket in her hands and put distance between them."Why are you acting this way? From what you jus

Entertaining.He was more than a millennium old and had seen his fair share of the world.Few things intrigued him; in his own right, he had seen everything. Could predict a situation before it occurred and 90 percent of the time, he was always right.Therefore, the girl him before him, standing in the midst of the assembly with a brave, yet frightful countenance, intrigued him greatly.How dare she summon them unescorted by her mate?A human girl, demanding they converge before her?A mortal, a weakling. An unwanted guest that had the privilege of being Luna, an informal rank.If she was not yet crowned queen, she had no right to demand their audience. They only answered to the throne.She had no real idea who they were, if she knew she would be scared to approach them. They were the very pillars of this realm, the lineage of the founding fathers. The backbone of this dynasty upon which the king ruled and thrived. Each one of them had served this nation in their prime, giving their l