Semua Bab Surviving The Big Bad Alpha King: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The feeling of someone gently running their hand through my hair begins to stir me out of my deep sleep, my body not having this good of a sleep in so long seems to refuse to wake up and allows me to nuzzle deeper into the heat source I had found myself on slipping back into the slumber. “You can remain asleep, simply turn your head so I can remove the other braid.” A deep male’s voice whispers in my ear seeming to break through my tired wall, but now another presence had made itself known, my brain insists it’s better if I wake up where my eyes slowly open. At first, I was still in dreamland, the world around me not seeming to stand out at all as my mind woke up. But I soon find I was still laying on Baron’s chest as he unbraided my second braid, the room seeming to be much darker than what I remembered myself falling to sleep in. As I went to lift my head up to look at Baron’s face who was also wide awake, I have to stop abruptly with the pain from my shoulder, the pain meds h

Once Baron had dressed himself correctly, we walk silently through the eerily dark and quiet castle. The marble flooring which clicked under Baron’s expensive shoes seemed to add an even thicker layer of darkness into the moment, it was truly as though we were walking through a horror movie. The lobby which seemed to always be busy with many people walking around with their lists of jobs to get done and the loud chatter keeping the energy high, now sunk into suppressive silence, you could hear a pin drop from anywhere in this palace. The only people with us as we walked through were the select few guards which were stationed outside of certain doors and windows to ensure safety and security is kept up, all seeming to bow their heads in respect as we passed. The more I walk around with Baron and the way people reacted to him, the more I began to watch him a little closer, the way he held his head in the air as he walked not only to show others his sheer power physically but I have

After another huge breakfast was served to Baron and me, I’m led into another room he described as his office, but it was the size of a whole floor of my house. The colour scheme was a marble sort of finish; another bookcase stood behind his desk holding what seemed to be important documents and other expensive looking artefacts displayed for all to see. His desk was huge, a computer sat off to the side whilst the other held stacks of paperwork Baron explained he needed to review and send out by today, which left me dumbfounded, how on earth does he get all of this done?! To the left of the room sat a white sofa, the cushions not only looked expensive but were so comfortable as I sat down with my new drawing pad in hand and began to draw Baron as he worked away at his desk. The hours seemed to tick by even quicker as we sat in silence, the only noises were his ticking clock on the side and the sound of his pen and my pencil running over the papers before us. As I knew this was for

My heart pounded in my chest as Peter continued to drag me down the halls of the palace, each person we would pass turned to stare over at me shocked but didn’t go to step in, some odd part of me begging them to do so. I didn’t know what was happening, but my body begged me to stop, my heart screaming Baron’s name over and over again, the closer we got to those double doors which led outside, the more the fear of leaving and never getting to see him again ate me alive. Before this point, leaving to head back to the village is all I thought about and what kept me going, but now I was faced with the reality of leaving, it was as though it was the last thing I wanted. But my brain kept telling me this was the best thing, why did I think staying with the enemy was a good thing, what if Baron was using me to take down our village as like his official and I was falling for it? Before I had the time to fully deal with my conflicting feelings, Peter had pushed through the double doors and

The sounds of metal creaking and the potent smell of oil begins to bring me out of my forced unconsciousness, at first, my head spun to such a degree I didn’t even dare to open my eyes in the slightest. I wasn’t in pain, but I felt delirious and couldn’t quite understand what happened, until I allowed my eyes to open and the horror which had unfolded sat before me. The car which was once carrying Peter and I as he sped down the road was now misshapen, the roof was almost caved in from the amount of times we’d rolled down the hill through the trees and other sharp objects from the dense woods, the doors were closed with the windows completely smashed out and the windshield almost none existent. Warm liquid seems to run down my face as I looked over the scene, the seatbelt had done its job and kept me from falling out of the car, but the same couldn’t be said for Peter. “Peter!” I shouted after spotting him fully out of his seat and the upper half of his body hanging out of the wind