All Chapters of A slave to the alpha I rejected : Dark erotica 18+: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Celeste, please, you have to help me!” Anora’s eyes blazed with fear, tears spilling down her face as Celeste quickly reached to pull her into the room.“What’s going on? Did you get in trouble?” Celeste asked with worry in her voice, watching as Anora paced about with a tremble in her steps and tears in her eyes.“I know I am the last person you expect to see, especially after how I have behaved these past few weeks, but please help. I can’t take it anymore. I know that I am shamelessly here after what I did,” she cried.“Yet you still helped me when I almost drowned that day, and you kept your grievances aside even when I tried to frame you, and you helped me live, and Lady Nyssa will not let me live this down for getting caught, so she despises me,” she added bitterly.“So what will you have me do?”Celeste almost flinched from Anora’s grip on her shoulders. “You are my only hope. I need to escape from this place,” she called, opening her small satchel to pull out a money bag he

His kiss was intoxicating, dominating, and downright filthy; every lick and every bite of Szyars touch felt like a brand on her skin to show she was his.Celeste couldn’t breathe at all; she craved his kiss and craved to be left breathless as his bite to her lips elicited a cry and whimper as her lips heated.He pushed her backward till her back met the hard bark of a tree, but that didn’t stop her from leaning into it.His hand combed from her hair to a hard grip that hovered over her nape and pressed on her nape, leaving her breath seizing in such pleasurable torture that it drove her hazy with need.In an instant, the rip of her dress echoed as her breaths were taken away from the impact of his rough manhandling; his hands immediately reached to kiss her cleavage.A wicked lick to her nipple buds set her insides on fire as he bit and tugged on her nipples, making a cry escape her lips as her hand combed through his dark locks.”oh fuck…alpha” Her wolf was as insatiable and despera

***After Muriel had left Celeste and Callix, the beta sat beside Celeste as they stared at the horizon and the marbled fountain that looked over the garden walls of the spring estate.“Found your satchel by the willow tree…and a part of your dress,” the beta quietly teased as he handed her the bag that contained her books.Memories of what happened beyond the garden maze a few nights ago had caused a blush to grow on Celeste’s cheeks before she cleared her throat. “T-thank you.”“You seem… happy,” Callix said, and Celeste had to fight the urge not to touch her belly and almost give away her pregnancy because the beta was very smart.“Even I can’t fathom Syzar’s actions; I am happy that he finally acknowledged me.”“That’s more than acknowledging you, Celeste; he freaking claimed you for everyone to see.You sat on his lap, and he fed you; might I say I would have thought my friend had gone mad from what I witnessed.”“M-mad? That’s a bit of an exaggeration, Beta Callix,” she stuttere

The palace had gone eerily still since Syzar's return; they had spent a few hours on the north coast.Syzar and his troops were shocked to find no sign of the rogue bandits that had wounded their men.The alpha had felt something amiss in the air and had urged them all to head back to the estate, where the stillness didn’t sit right as he headed out to the entrance.Only to hear the quiet hums of voices and a bonfire in the middle of the Springs estate courtyard—a bonfire that is only made when a great soul has passed on.It left Syzar and his betas confused, but Cassian didn’t hesitate as he raced toward the steps and to the great room where a small crowd had gathered, and laid on the altar surrounded by flowers was Muriel’s corpse.Vada’s tears still hadn’t stopped, nor had she left her grandmother’s corpse as she wept, holding Muriel’s body as the servants watched with sadness.They had all loved Muriel; she was kind, forgiving, and protective of her family and served the Sorgale t

Syzar’s POV•••The moment I saw Muriel’s dead and pale body lying on the paved stone, there was nothing else that could hold me back.Nothing else could hold the dark mocking voices that laughed in the back of my mind at my choices. *Your fault! Your fault!*I had let Celeste come back into my life. I had let down my walls. Thought that her being Dregan’s daughter would change nothing.Yet the moment I saw Muriel’s cold body and Nyssa’s explanation that Celeste had killed Muriel,there was nothing that could stop that darkness from gripping my heart once more.My steps were quick past the concrete floors of the Spring castle; my eyes burned with only one mission. I passed the courtyard.My heart lodged in my throat as I neared the fort and Celeste’s prison. My throat holding a bitter distaste as I neared the cell.There she was, unconscious, and yet her presence felt like a daunting burn to my soul to see her in such a state.My wolf thrashed, pleading for me to open the prison doors