The Rogue King's Cursed Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

˙❥ VALKYRIE Shock smeared over their faces. They were tongue-tied, I guess because they all just kept staring, their eyeballs fixed, not moving. "Hello—" "What are you doing here?" The second girl found her voice, cutting my words off as her eyes squinted. "I glanced at them. From the second girl to the third, and my eyes settled heavily on the first— the one who said I wasn't fit for the beautiful eyes I have. The one who wished she had gotten the eyes instead. I wanted her to see them deeply and properly, and wish she had clawed out her eyes instead, because she couldn't have mine. "You don't look at me like that, you omega witch," she exploded, her eyes widening in anger. I averted my gaze to the second girl, my lips opened and closed momentarily, trying to find the right words. “You wondered how my eyes would look at night, right? Now here it is, how does it look to you?” The kitchen fell quiet, but their stares and silence seemed loud, louder than the beat of

˙❥ I turned to the maid whose face was already scrunched up more than it was, like a storm cloud about to unleash thunder. "You're sure a damn witch you Omega!" She yanked my hair, swiftly pulling me from the door. "Explain how you took the food?" She breathed, her voice thick with anger. I racked my brain trying to think of which food. It probably couldn't be the food I took in a cellophane bag, right?" "Ahh!" I screamed in agony as she pulled my hair harder. I could feel my hair coming out of my scalp. "You'd better speak!' I twisted my head, looking at 'the stranger' who stood calmly, her hands resting on her waist, as if she didn't understand what was happening. "I swear to the Moon goddess that I don't know which food." "Don't act clueless. The last meal from the kitchen last night, in a blue flask," she muttered. My breath caught in my throat and my mouth opened instinctively in realization. I whipped my head to 'the stranger', ignoring the buzzing ache in

˙❥ VALKYRIE His words had sent jolts down my spine. My hair stood at alert. Going to his room wasn't on the day's list. The last time I was there, it was never good. Or maybe it was. I berated myself instantly for even thinking that. As I followed his lead to his room, my eyes couldn't keep away from his body moving with manly grandeur, like an immortal carved out of one of those ancient books. He was shirtless, as if on purpose. Downstairs, his chest had pressed into me, his body glued to my nipples. It was as if those biceps were made for them. The sound of the door opening brought me out of my daydream and fear took over. I hesitated but he didn't, just moving in like someone wasn't following behind. I glance at the building one last time. Everywhere was empty. From the stairs up here, I could see the large, beautiful sofas and curtains. The room door was left ajar, an invitation into the devil's lair. I could run at this minute, without looking back but how far? How

˙❥ “Lady Aurora, she's the Beta's Mate.” Azira said as we walked to our building. The lady from earlier had asked us to leave the garden, as she was particular about who could enter it. Her garden? And now I just found out that's the mate to the Beta? “I have seen Beta Blaise on rare occasions but how come I have never seen her in the Pack?" “That's how she is. Always indoors and minding her business. She, Beta Blaise, and Alpha Ryker were friends. She got mated last year.” “Then about Alpha Ryker, why hasn't he seen his mate yet?” Azira heaved lightly, walking as if she were about to lecture a child. “He went to the Alphas Academy four years ago. Pack members were hoping he would arrive with a mate or the moment he would be back but unfortunately, he's still without one. There's a high chance he would get a chosen mate and Alpha Noura is the best shot as they have been friends and lovers for a long time.” I nodded, understanding the situation. "Why was I bought as his slave

★ RYKER “Why did you put my slave in the dungeon? You have no right?” I burst into the hall. My father having a fun time with a slave around his cock wasn't the sight I expected to see. In the hall? Last night, Blaise had mind-linked me about two slaves breaking the rules. He didn't state with slaves, and although I'd told him I was going to look into the slaves today and make sure they're punished, I wasn't expecting my father to handle the situation. He acted quickly upon hearing the news. Slaves lurking inside the woods and even shifting is against the rules of the Grim Howl Pack. It's a grave offence. “Calm down, son." His voice only fueled my anger. I was supposed to get used to seeing my father having sex at every moondamn minute, place, or situation, but the wet sound of the slave's tongue on his huge cock repulsed me. “Get out," I said slowly and almost threateningly. The slaves paused, their eyes locked with my father, asking silently for his own order, but to