บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King's Saving Angel: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Arella’s POVMy Nana had a saying--- well, it wasn’t as much her saying, as it was just a general consensus. But back home, she was the one yelling it at me and my cousins the most, because we would steal her cookies. Not that she could ever prove it and hence the saying…No tempo de Salazar isto não aconteceria!!!OK! So, not really related, but the truth will set you free, right?And wasn’t that the fucking truth?Too bad the saying didn’t warn about the utter agony that the truth causes. Because no matter how much I wanted to deny it, the fact that Zane had only stayed with me because of his wolf, hurt! And it hurt even more because there had been a part of me that truly wanted to believe him. To believe everything he’d said.That he wanted me…But no!Apparently, he only wanted me because I was fucking Advil to h

Arella’s POV“Your bedroom!” Zane announced when he opened the doors and led me inside. And while I’d thought the castle itself had been spectacular, this was some next-level shit!“Bedroom?!” I exclaimed, my mouth hanging open in shock. I’d never been to a high-end hotel, but I’d seen pictures.Those pictures didn’t have shit on this place!The castle wasn’t the cold stone walls and dimly lit rooms that I’d imagined when Zane started talking about living in a castle. If anything, it looked like a resort where people had to pay a lung and half a liver just to get a day pass. The walls were creamy white with gold and red archways and carpets. The walls were decorated with extravagant paintings of previous Kings and Queens and shiny weapons, with the names of the owners on bronze plates below.Not very surprising the werewolf theme was in every single detail o

Stereotypes are there for gags - please laugh! Or don't, it's really up to you, but the story will be funnier if you do...!Arella's POVOur pups?Wait--- WHAT?!I was mentally gaping at my wolf, wondering what in the ever-loving Jamaican mushrooms she was talking about...Erm…, my wolf froze mid-action, as if she desperately was trying to find a plausible explanation for that. You want them to like us, don’t you?Well, of course, I wanted them to like us! I wasn’t a monster. I liked kids. And although it had been a while, I still remembered what it was like to take care of all my younger nephews and nieces. But before I could question my wolf anymore, she played possum and pretended to be asleep, making a huge show out of yawning and snoring.My wolf was just so weird…“Well, let me guess,” I huffed, a little annoyed wit

Zane’s POVI wasn’t sure when I had last gone for a run like this, but considering how sore my wolf’s muscles were afterward, it was safe to assume it had been a while ago. Ever since leaving Arella, I’d been running around the pack grounds, with no particular goal in mind.I just needed to run…It shouldn’t hurt so goddess damned much thinking about not being with her! Despite knowing that I now had a chance at an actual future, it now seemed more like a taunt than a promise. Because there was still the fact that everything I felt for her wasn’t real. She was a runt and everything that had happened was just a result of that. Nothing of it was real…But the pain felt real!It felt like a spear through my heart just thinking about a future without her. And a possessive, selfish part of me wanted to keep her here forever. To keep her as my own, but…There was no

Zane’s POVLost in my thoughts and transfixed by the scene in front of me, I suddenly felt my wolf want to push forward. He wanted to see them too and, for once, I wasn’t afraid to let him near them. They looked so happy finally and he deserved to be a part of that too. Before I would never have kept him away from anything regarding our pups and I suddenly felt guilty for keeping him away from them.But now we watched them together…Eva, who never smiled, was eagerly standing next to Arella, chewing on something that looked like a fried bun. Cain was on her other side, already ready to gulp down on whatever she was doing next. Unfortunately, it was too hot, and he burned his fingers, making him have to juggle it back and forth like a circus clown. Arella snapped something in Portuguese, before snatching it out of the air and kissing his fingertip. He blushed and was clearly embarrassed at being “mommy”-ed like that