Todos os capítulos de The Alpha's Poisoned Mate: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

KHALEESI’S POV; Darkness slowly carried me and I willingly let it, too weak to fight against it. Shadows floated above me and I fought for my consciousness, hoping to bring myself out of whatever state this was. Forcing my eyes open, I closed them back immediately, trying to get used to the sudden brightness that almost blinded me. Why was this scene all too familiar? Like I had been here before. I forced them open again, only to see shadows swimming at the edges of my vision, their hands stretching out to me as if asking me to come. Their hands were spread out towards me, inviting me and immediately, I tried to force my eyes open. “Ah!” With a loud gasp, i sat up on the bed, my eyes flew open, my back cold with sweat and a creepy feeling crawling up my spine. The cold that slowly washed over me was none like no other and the odd scent of burning wood happened to wake my senses. Staring around me, the first thing that came in sight was a small traditional pot with a small

Khaleesi's Pov; All the while, even as I put on the casual clothes that had been prepared by my assistant, on my orders, I wasn’t so interested in going to the meeting I set aside. “Luna, they have been here for one hour now. Please, see them as soon as possible before the Alpha changes his mind,” Alaric reminded me while I tried to control myself. It was normal for every other person to get nervous at the thought of meeting someone for the first time with the knowledge that this said meeting was either going to a long term result or a short term one. I was hoping for the latter, even if it meant using someone else’s power for my benefits. “Remind me, Alaric. You said no one has seen his face right?” Putting the last touch to my eyebrow, I finally turned to face Alaric who looked like if he could carry me to where we were to have our first meeting, he would. “Yes, Khaleesi. This is the first time we would be seeing the Alpha’s face and you don’t need to worry about your ter

Aodhàn's pov; No one offends me and gets away with it. Not even her. The only person who had managed to get under my skin so thoroughly. I was to meet her today and I couldn't keep my smile to myself. Finally, it was time to exert the other part of my revenge. Would she recognize me? Of course not. I was the chubby kid back then who she picked on for not having parents - who she mocked repeatedly for being an orphan. How would she remember someone whose life she made miserable? And of course, being the good person I was, paying back what I was paid tenfold. I waited for the right time to make her an orphan just like me- the beginning of my revenge against her. Was I happy with it? Very much and now, I can't wait to show her exactly what it means to be bullied after she agrees to this alliance with me. Thinking back to how I murdered her parents in cold blood, and her loud scream, to say I wasn't the least bit pleased was an understatement. To hear her scream and cry

Khaleesi's pov; Each time I woke up to seeing the roofing above me, I always had to remind myself of the goal I had in mind- one, was not to fall for anyone again and the second was to bring back my pack's name. So far, the journey had been pretty chaotic from how Aodhàn had been watching my every move like a hawk. I couldn't blame him for not trusting me that much but it was safe to say or more like from the way he treated me, he still had a bit of trust for me. Well, this was a good start to say the least judging from how we've only just met. What was I to do today? Nothing in particular since it more or less involved me still in the Bloodmoon pack. I was glad Aodhàn had kept true to his words, allowing my pack to borrow his power which was the reason why we still remained standing. Thinking of the fact that we were still depending on someone else's power was enough motivation I needed to get me standing from the bed. Now, it was high time I contacted Alaric and

Aodhàn's pov: One thing I was enjoying was watching my little prey fight so hard for survival. I clicked my tongue in pity for the pawn she had locked up in my pack's cell, torturing him day and night anytime she got the chance to. It was cute, seeing her vent her anger on someone that was only just a pawn and not the real perpetrator. How cute could she continually get? It pleased me to see her struggle to get herself under control, not directly killing my pawn but instead, torturing him and always leaving him at the brink of death each time. Yes! Watching her struggle just like I had! Just like the time when I'd sit alone and cry under a tree after getting thoroughly mocked and bullied by none other Khaleesi, the spoiled princess. Each time, I always imagined her losing the smile she always had on. What if it was replaced by tears? The thought of it had been pleasing. I was no sadist but it was just my way of paying back what I experienced. When I finally got the