บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King's Plaything : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

Angelique's POVI couldn’t breathe, and I didn’t know why.Maybe it was because of grief. Father died while saving me.Or maybe it was hate. Mother’s hate for me had intensified after Father’s death.Or maybe… just maybe, I couldn’t breathe because of them.The living room was occupied by four people. Usually, it’d be me, my sister Beatrix, Father, and Mother.But now, I only recognized one face. Mother’s. Unsurprisingly, it was twisted with disdain.The other three faces were unfamiliar, but painted with pleasure.“Damn, Nica. She’s pretty,” the shortest among them chuckled.He was as short as the couch but acted taller than a mountain. A scar added to his ugliness, and his big eyes leered at me.What was going on?“M-Mother.” I turned to the side and beheld her.For a woman who had lost her lifelong mate, her lips were chapped, and her eyes rimmed red. Still, she glared at me and I swallowed.“I refuse to live with a murderer.”For the first time in days, Mother spoke to me.And go

Angelique’s POVI’d be damned to allow it.I spent most of my life being hated. But looked down on?I never allowed it to happen. Not even Mother looked down on me, so this short man wouldn’t be an exception.Even on my knees, I met his eyes with my chin raised.The tavern always smelled of old ale, sweat. The stench never failed to burn the ajr in my throat. But it was nothing compared to the stench of Kross’s presence. Everything about him was unsightly. From his stubby fingers, his too-tight collar and that smug grin that made me want to vomit.Right on his ugly face.“Y’know, your mother, Nica, she wasn’t very helpful.”The short bastard took a step forward. His shoes clicked like he was proud of the sound.It’d be the first time in years I’d seen anyone wear a suit. But the outfit on his half-heighted body was so ridiculous, I snickered.“You needed help finding me? A lie.”He wasn’t tall enough to tower over me. Yet his dirty brows knitted like he thought it’d make him look me

Malakai Phantom POV:To me, it was a normal.And no, I didn't refer to the glow of a burning house. Nah, I preferred the glow of flaming bodies.What I found normal were the common, delightful things in life.Nations crumbling at my feet. The beautiful shade of blood on my hands.And my personal favourite; displays of.. defeat.I've watched shoulders lax, and spirits break more times than I've breath properly.Still, I'd never grow tired of it. I wanted more. I've been doing a bloody good job because everyone I met has shown that.Heck, they gravelled, licking the dirt off my shoes for mercy. Forgiveness. A second chance.Everyone expect Angelique Manchester. It has been over five years since defeat shone in her green eyes. But they shed no tear of it.I thought about it more than I should. Then I sought for her. Seemed like obsession right?I'd accept any labels. Correction, I've been labelled so many things as I sought this quest. I didn't care.I want Angelique Manchester to act d