All Chapters of A slave to the alpha I rejected : Dark erotica 18+: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The silence loomed thick and heavy as Syzar spoke, voice low and edged with gravel. “Dregan’s journals… it’s gone,” he muttered. Cassian stiffened, his gaze snapping to his brother, who sank slowly into a chair. He flicked a sidelong glance at Nyssa; she looked uncomfortable, shoulders hunched, fingers twisting nervously in her lap—particularly jittery under the scrutiny. Since witnessing her cruelty toward Celeste, Cassian had begun seeing Nyssa in a colder, sharper light. She was being careful now, too careful. What game was she playing? He leaned back, curiosity curling like smoke in his chest, content to watch the scene unfold. “We need to put the palace on lockdown and find it,” Nyssa cut in, voice tight. “Who knows if it’s Derek’s spy—or someone Orion-blooded who’s had access to the alpha king’s rooms.” “My maids have told me they’ve seen a certain someone going in and out of the king’s chambers when he isn’t there,” she added, eyes sliding to Syzar. “It’s Celeste,

“Alpha, Alpha, please stop,” Celeste begged Syzar’s unfiltered rage as he attacked the beta; she pleaded desperately. Callix didn’t fight back against his alpha’s attack at all. The beta knew his faults and how compromising that position had been; it showed his guilt. “Beta Callix didn’t do anything; I was the one who held on,” she pleaded to the alpha, who released the male’s throat, leaving Callix heaving and stumbling back against the wall with ragged breaths. “Stay,” he commanded his beta as he turned his gaze now to Celeste, his eyes enveloped in mad and cruel rage as his hands gripped her tightly by the shoulders. “First that bastard Maverick and now my beta—was my fucking cock truly not enough for you?” he snarled with such a wicked tone that Celeste felt miserable in her stomach. Should she tell the truth about why they were meeting and that all this was to help him? Would he even believe or accept her help if he knew it was coming from her? She bit her tongue in

Nyssa had been waiting expectantly for the alpha’s appearance; she had groomed herself with lush oils and eagerly waited in his study. But the whole day she had heard he had been with Celeste, locked in his chambers, and that made her seethe with hate. So she trudged across the study toward the king’s private chambers. “I’m sorry, mistress, you are not allowed in,” the guard spoke, just as Nyssa’s hand assaulted his cheek. “Move,” she gritted through her teeth as she walked into the room, stopping in her tracks to see Syzar’s head tucked in Celeste’s chest and his hands wrapped around her. The intimacy and skin to skin showed that Syzar wasn’t at all pushing his slave away: Her body trembled from anger and hate, curses heavy on her tongue as she rushed out of the room. “How could he do this to me? For that mere stupid slave Celeste?” she gritted just as she felt a tense silence in her room, its eeriness strange as a hooded figure appeared. It took a lot to hold Nyssa’s

Celeste found Syzar in all dark attire, his eyes stern as they locked with hers. “You’re late,” he snarled.Celeste rushed to his side and bowed.“I am sorry, Alpha. I was seeing Queen Mother Vamara off. I had no idea of her departure, so it delayed my time to my quarters to find your message,” she added quickly.She knew Syzar hated excuses and hated anything that would make him wait, so she was surprised by his next words.“I see…” he muttered, with no other scolding words, as the alpha walked away, leaving Celeste blinking rapidly in surprise at his calm response.Instead, he led them deeper into the garden, past a large statue in the likeness of his mother, now covered in flowers. Just behind it was a barred gate.One he swiftly opened as they descended the spiral steps that led below the greenhouse.The catacombs were lined with fire to guide their way as they emerged into a vast mainland with a mighty hill ahead of them.“We are climbing the hill to the destination,” he told Cel

The moonlight shines across naked limbs and entwined bodies, and the night holds its pleasures as celeste's cries ring like a promise to the moon and stars of their union.His primal claim had left all her ody writhing in pleaure , her needs satiated by her alpha until the second dawn.The last two days of her heat had been spent in the pleasure of Celeste’s first heat—only that the alpha had poured all his energy into sating her every need.His primal instincts to claim and fuck her still rushed hotly through his blood for the past two days until she was full of his cum and bred well, until she smelled wholly of him.Now he finds himself awake on the third night; the crackle of the fireplace fills the blank silence as he feels her warm entrance still wrapped around his cock.She leans in, her head falling and tilting to the side as her golden locks sprawl across the bear rug, her ivory-pale skin littered with bites as she smells heavily of the alpha.He tries to tug his hands free t