The Goddess's Gift

Alpha Alcott's POV I too thought that the spider would bite, but I have had enough of this suffering that I was willing to risk death by poison just to acquire those keys. We may no longer have the throne, servants or even food, but it's unlike me to accept defeat. Especially by a warlock who falsely claims to me King Adiran's true son and seeks the love of our mate to become more powerful. I prefer death to surrendering our mate to him.My eyes widen when the spider drops the keys in my palm and crawls off me without delivering a fatal attack. I smile like I had everything in control, but my brothers know better. They too are gaping in amazement. "That's . . . not normal," Parish exclaims."Yes, it's definitely not an ordinary spider. I wonder who sent it here," Reid says. The thing suddenly looks beautiful to my eyes. I guess that is the reason they say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Because I am no longer looking at the spider with disgust because of its appearance.

A Shield Of Pain

Agila's POV A warlock wraps chains around my wrists and waist, restraining me to a front row seat in the crowded hall. Ademon ordered every guest and servant to gather here and watch the second humiliating torture of my mates. I didn't want to see it. So this was Ademon's way of forcing me to watch it. I expected them to look weak, hopeless and in pain after a night and many hours in the cold cells. They surprisingly look comfortable and healed. But they are bound to metallic seats with heavy chains. Soldiers stand behind them with tools meant for torture, including lengthy needles that Irina's witch servant once used to torture me. It's strange that there are those who came excited to watch this. I am also surprised that Ilan doesn't have a seat beside my mates. Ademon needs him to agree to join his mad lover in the afterlife so the the dark spirits do not take back their powers. But I imagine that Ademon doesn't wish everyone to see that his power is dependent on the decision of

My Sister's Unexpected End

Agila's POV I am really curious to know who sneaked the rare app to my mates. It must be someone who truly loves them. And I cannot think of anyone who is not already imprisoned. Irina loved them, but not enough to risk her life to help them, especially now that they no longer have their thrones. She helped take away their powers. Now they have once again sent her to her death with a simple lie. The man she betrayed everyone to help did not even give her a chance to defend herself. "How do we remove the effects of that herb?" Ademon demands. "I need this show to carry on now!" His warlocks look at each other with worried expressions. Clearly none has a solution for their master."We do not know of a way that can be done, My Lord. We might have to wait for the effects to fade away," one answers. "For weeks? You should have kept quiet instead of irritating my ears with such stupidity!" Ademon spits. I imagine he will not have the big powers for weeks unless Ilan accepts to be reu

The Devil's Last Plea

Agila's POV Irina's screams are as loud as thunder in a quiet night. Her end came unexpectedly. In a day she thought she was safe. I catch a glimpse of the roaring fire and the cheering crowd through a widow as three servants escort me back to my chambers. Irina's voice rings out from the soaring flames, not even an inch of her is visible. "Do not lie to everyone like your sister if you do not want to end up like her, M'lady. She made stupid choices. You can live happily as this Kingdom's Queen by just ignoring everything," one of the maids stupidly advises.I halt and stomp on her foot. "You can live happily as a servant in this palace by just shutting your mouth. You can end up like my sister if I just ask Ademon to make it so," I hiss. She freezes. My mates were reasonable kings, unlike Ademon. They wouldn't just kill a servant just because I asked. They followed their own rules. But Ademon is a mad man who kills for whatever reason. They too know that he would take her head if

The Devil's Last Resort

THIRD PERSON'S POV Five soldiers land heavy lashes on Ilan's back using the lethal whips with silver needles that the assistant made. He wails in pain but utters nothing that can be considered an agreement to Ademon's demands. His shirt is already soaked with blood from the wounds caused by the needles. The soldiers seem to be getting both worried and tired. The warlocks that were punished earlier for the entertainment of the crowd sit silently far away from the scene, while their master pace back and forth across the space in front of Illan and the soldiers. "Give up and I will kindly grant you a quick death. This torture will not end until you accept my demands," he declares in a desperate voice. "Your bastard *ss can go to hell! Your demands are shit!" Ilan shouts despite the pain. "Beat him harder!" Ademon roars."My Lord . . .. what if he bleeds to death?" one of the soldiers stutters, looking scared himself.I Ademon appears indecisive for a long time. He turns his attentio

All Chapters of Beg Me, Alphas!: Their Tortured Mate Is Their Salvation : Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

The Goddess's Gift

A Shield Of Pain

My Sister's Unexpected End

The Devil's Last Plea

The Devil's Last Resort