บททั้งหมดของ Bride of the Sea-King Alpha: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Oscar‘He’s getting brave, coming into our towns to attack,’ I tell Simon in the mind-link.We’re in wolf form for faster travel now that Assanan is actively attacking one of our settlements. We need to stop him now with every warrior we can spare. We’ll worry about supplies later, which have been dispatched in wagons behind us.‘More like foolish,’ he answers. ‘It’s one thing to hit our infrastructure. But attacking a town that’s ruled by Alpha King Cassian means Assanan has either lost his mind or has a death wish.’I don’t answer because I fear my own thoughts. Something about this doesn’t seem right to me. Assanan has always been calculating in his attacks. If he’s moving in like this, he must have some kind of new weapon that we don’t have.And I don’t even want to know what that is.We hear the fighting before we arrive, and it sounds brutal. We’re second to arrive after a regiment that was stationed nearby, so they’ve been trying to ward off the attack along with those town cit

Oscar“Healer!” I’m screaming it out loud now, having shifted so I can press my hands against Simon’s neck to stop the bleeding. Simon isn’t dead yet, or he would have shifted back. And I can tell that the bite would have been instantly fatal if it were just a couple of inches to the right.It looks like Simon was able to move just in time.There still aren’t any healers here on the battlefield, but I hope my call draws over someone more experienced with first aid than me.I hadn’t realized it would call in the Alpha King himself. He, too, has already shifted back to human form, and his assistant, who had followed the king in wolf form, lays down his pack of supplies at his feet.“Move,” Cassian orders in his Alpha voice, and I do so even though I’m loath to let go of my friend.But Cassian takes over as soon as my hand lifts, firmly holding in the bleeding. He hurriedly takes bandages and antiseptic out of the pack and applies them expertly to the wound.‘Don’t shift,’ he orders Simo

MaggieAbout Two Years Later“Quit wasting time,” Mrs. Oaktree says. “Get on with it,” she adds before turning to her husband. “I swear, we need a new batch of servants with the ones we have being so incompetent.”I don’t stick around to hear their argument. “Yes, ma’am,” I answer, lowering my head and stepping out of the room.My knuckles turn white from how hard I grip the cleaning supplies cart as I push it toward the next room. I have four more parlors to clean before I can go back to my room: dusting top to bottom, scrubbing floors, polishing anything that shines.I’ve never complained about the work in the time I’ve been here... however long that has been. I don’t dare sneak a peek at the General’s calendar in his desk drawer for fear that someone will catch me in the act.It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m here for a lifetime, and I just have to make the most of it so that my family is safe.Still, it doesn’t stop me from being angry inside. I’ve never given that woman any reason to

MaggieIn our kingdom, the custom is to have the parent of the same sex prepare the teenager for the first time they shift. Small talks with my mother about this day have peppered my life. She would share tidbits here and there, answer my questions, provide small tips that she wasn’t sure I’d even remember when I turned eighteen.The true preparation traditionally begins on one’s seventeenth birthday and continues throughout the year. Mothers advise their daughters, particularly on matters that are relevant to the female anatomy during the shift, and fathers assist their sons in a similar way.But I haven’t seen my mother since I was sixteen. Precious time was lost when I should have been preparing for this moment.And since I don’t have all the answers, the shift hits me hard.Because I panic.My parents aren’t here. Matthew and my other brothers aren’t here. I’m alone, and if something goes wrong with the shift, I don’t know what will happen.I’ve never witnessed a shift where anyth

Oscar“Earth to Oscar.”Shaking my head to get myself out of my stupor, I turn to Simon. “Sorry. What?”He lets out a hearty chuckle, turning away from the wooden frame in front of him, the tool shed I’m supposed to be helping him build. “I was asking if you thought we had this level. But damn, you sure went away there for a bit. What’s got you in dreamland? Finally meet a woman?”He takes a couple of quick steps back like he expects me to punch him or something, but I have no intention of doing that. He’s on the right track, after all.“I wish,” I say instead. “I mean, not yet. But something is... different.”“You feel a mate bond?” he asks, now leaning cross-handed on a wooden post, intrigued.“I want to say yes, but I can’t be sure,” I admit. “I feel like something changed the other day. And now, it seems more intense.”“Hmm.” He rubs his chin thoughtfully. “I know what you mean. I didn’t realize it then, but I did have some feelings before I met Louise.”That gets my attention. “Y