Mated To The Alpha King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

LIANA“And when you're done with those, just make sure to check if the other rooms are clean and if they aren't, then you should clean them” Mom said.I've been doing menial jobs all day since morning. Most of these chores were supposed to be done by my sister but my parents insisted I should do them because Samantha doesn't want to do them. It's basically the norm now, I have to do the chores that she doesn't want to, anytime she says she doesn't want to do them which is mostly always because she's nothing but a lazy ass girl who wants to do nothing but enjoy while I suffer for her laziness. “I don't think I would be able to do that, Mom. It's my anniversary with Ryle and I want to go home so we can celebrate it together. I told you about this earlier but you seem to be indulging your daughter who should be doing this. You should get Samantha here and let her do the job she was supposed to do in the first place* I rarely talked back to either of my parents but I can't take this on

LIANAI took the rogue to the pack hospital and waited until he was admitted. The doctor informed me that he would be fine and that was the only reason I felt like going back home.I kept thinking about what Samantha did and how much pain the guy must be feeling. I also wondered why he was there and how he got injured. Since there was no one I could tell about him, I realized it was now my responsibility to make sure he was fine which would include daily checkups until he was discharged. The doctors had thankfully asked no questions since I couldn't provide answers to them. I didn't even know his name or where he had come from in the first place. When I got home, I realized the house was empty which was strange considering the fact that Samantha was usually frolicking around with Ryle to spite me. I figured I could enjoy the peace and quiet before they come back and start again. They were usually very loud but I've let it not bother me. In the morning, an announcement was passed ab

Liana's POV I was stunned. It didn't happen pretty often, but when it did, then best believe that it was worth it. Right now, I wasn't even sure that was the right word to use. Worth it, didn't even come close. I blinked back a couple of times, still not wanting to believe the magnificent palace in front of me. It's sky high rooftops seemed to be touching the tip of the clouds and sky, and thanks to sky high windows, it looked nothing less than something straight out of a modern fairytale. “I take it you like it then?” Kieran spoke up, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned to him immediately, and I didn't miss the amusement dancing in his eyes. “It tends to have that effect on people.”“You said you were taking me home.” I retorted. I was in no mood for games, and only when I'd gotten a satisfactory answer, would I indulge in any of his games. “Your home.”“Yes.” He drawled, uncertainty lacing his voice. “I fail to see your point, Liana.”My name tumbled past his lips with su

Liana's POV My body thrummed with excitement, and my pulse raced in my ears. I had no idea what was on the other side of the door, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited. In fact, excited couldn't even begin to describe how I felt right now. I might not have gotten the answers I wanted and was looking for, but maybe this door might solve all of my problems. Not only would I find out everything I wanted to know about it, I would do it without his knowledge too. “Okay Liana.” My fingers grazed the door handle. The metal was cool against my palm and I found myself gripping on to it harder. “You got this. You got this. All you have to do is push open this door and…”“Don't you dare!” Someone voice boomed behind me, causing me to halt in my tracks. My eyes widened, and I struggled to find an escape. There was no way I could escape even if I tried and even if I did escape, it would take Kieran absolutely nothing to find me again. Or maybe I could make a run for it. I wasn'

Liana's POV I wanted to look away, but I couldn't bring myself to do so, and if that wasn't strange, I had no idea what else was. The painting was creepy, if I did say so myself, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't bring myself to understand it. There had to be a reason why this one of all paintings had caught my eyes, but I just couldn't pinpoint what it was. Was it the message behind it? Or the fact that I couldn't stand blood? Or maybe the man's distorted face had everything to do with why I was so drawn to this painting. Whatever the reason was, I was going to find out what was so special about this painting. Slowly, I traced my fingers along the blood lines smeared over the canvas. The texture underneath my fingers felt real, and if I didn't know better, I would have said that I'd been dipping my hand in real blood all this time. Or was I? I pushed the thoughts aside, as my fingers continued moving on their own accord. When I got to the man's distorted face