All Chapters of The Alpha King's Plaything : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Angelique's POV:[Still Night – Phantom Palace, Grand Hall]If I had a nickel for every time I'd encountered deaf, unreasonable rich assholes, I would have two nickels.Yeah, I know it wasn't a lot but still, I hated it happened. Twice!As pain rose up my spine like a vengeful spirit, so did determination.I prayed to the Goddess for an embrace. An embrace from my pups - not from two guards!Every step the guards took forced my bones to rattle. Their hold was too rough. Too fiery, and it caused my ribs to flare.Geez, the hit from that car ignited this fire burning through me.My vision almost turned red but the rain of bright, white light stopped it."Can you–" I paused mid hiss to catch drag in a breath. "–not handle me like a sack!?"My response? A click of the tongue, and a snarl. The two bastards went ahead to squeeze my arms, almost crushing my bones.This wasn't good. I hated it so much.And I didn't mean the disgusted stares I was getting from these rich folks. Damn them all t

Malakai's POV:I wasn't used to it.And no, I didn't mean being hated by Angelique. Little Miss Green Eyes here would rather chew broken glass than any five star meals I'd offer.I was used to her resentment. I enjoyed it really.What I wasn't used to, and found very irritating was lies. I despised the entire concept, and a half truth wasn't any better.From the way I clutched her wrists a bit tighter, and narrowed my glare, it was obvious I was displeased.It was also obvious Angelique was equally or even more displeased. And enraged.Her lashes were wet from angry tears, and her breaths came hot and uneven.‘I'll kill you’ I knew these words rested at the tip of her tongue like a loaded gun.Then again, if she pulled the trigger, I wouldn't bulge; I wouldn't set her free.Only the truth would."Mikael won't die" Angelique suddenly stated."He won't die because of an asshole like you!" She continued, every word spat with enough fury and venom to burn.But I remained unfazed, and unm

Malakai's POV:How interesting.For the first time in decades, I didn't seek entertainment. It came to me, and it felt nice.To seat in my chair, and get entertained was thrilling. Perhaps Beta Nirvana wasn't as useless as she seemed.I mean, she did allow a bunch of hooligans to crash the banquet. But hey, they brought a present.They brought the gift of..red.Yes, red. The color was spilled gracefully on the dull, dull guests.They were scattered around, blessed with the stain in many parts of their bodies.So generous were the invaders that they even stained the guards.Watching the them, the guards and the unwanted guests run around with red was sweet."I wonder how well it'd suite my sweetheart" My whisper was heard by me and me alone through the bustle.Causally, my gaze drifted past the running, hollering fools. I didn't spot Angelique anywhere.Rude of her to leave; I wanted to see her stained in red.I wanted it so bad and began moving.Ah wait. I paused as my attention fell

Angelique’s POV[Three Days Later – Evening | A Hallway]So many things shouldn’t have happened.Father’s death.Mother selling me to a short pervert. Beatrix, my sister's her absence on that day.And what topped the list of things that should have never happened?My one-night stand with Malakai Phantom.But life happened, and I was no liar. I enjoyed my life, to some point. I had three beautiful, gorgeous, charming pups. Had a brown-eyed friend named Mikael, and I was happy.Until Malakai resurfaced into my life.Now, I was floating in a sea clueless, confused, concerned.“You’re stressing yourself again, Mikael,” I said strictly, my tone laced with worry.Currently, one side of Mikael’s body sagged against my arm. For the first time in days, he wasn’t cold. I appreciated his warmth, but his trembles cos of forced movement? No. I despised it and the fact that he still didn’t listen to me.“The healers said you should be resting,” I muttered, tightening my grip around his waist.We

Angelique’s POV:[Late At Night | Malakai’s Chamber, The Balcony]I didn’t know which was more embarrassing.The fact that I got stuck on this rope, or the stupid, stupid urge to see Malakai that got me here in the first place.Embarrassment flowed in my veins like blood. But so did… relief. Yes, relief and something else I shouldn’t feel.The night was quiet, filled by the sound of breathing that belonged to me. Only me.Malakai didn’t breathe. Didn’t move. Didn’t blink.For what felt like years, he remained there, his stare on me unwavering and unreadable.Yet my cheeks heated, turning red, and I let out a yelp."Help m.." something constricted my throat, holding my words back.Then again, what words could I say? What should I tell the male that got stabbed because of me? The male I hadn’t seen for the past three days?My arms burned, and my palms turned slick; I was sliding off the rope.My gaze darted to the balcony, and the platform was more than a few feet apart.Geez! I didn’t