All Chapters of Alpha Vorthrane's Pet: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kael’s POV Documents and maps lay spread across the large oak desk before me, each one marked with inked lines, territories outlined, borders pushed and redrawn. My fingers traced the edge of one map absently, my mind calculating distances, manpower, resistance and then my focus slipped, replaced by Liora. My jaw tightened. I exhaled slowly, leaning back in my chair, forcing my gaze back to map in front of me so i cluld focus but it was already too late. The memory of her came uninvited. The way the thin fabric had clung to her body the night before, the way it barely concealed anything at all, almost translucent under the flicker of light. I could still see the subtle curve of her waist, the rise and fall of her breast with every unsteady breath. The sheen of oil catching the light across her skin, making her glow in a way that had no right to exist in my chambers. My fingers curled slightly against the desk as the memory sharpened further then my breath slowed. My b

Liora’s POVThe air rushed past me in a violent blur. My breath tore from my throat, a scream caught somewhere between panic and disbelief as the ground surged closer.The wind clawed at my skin, tore through my hair, wrapped around my body like invisible hands trying to drag me down faster.My heart slammed wildly against my ribs.This is it.The thought came sharp and sudden.Below me, the courtyard spun into focus and scream pierced the air then another and another.I barely registered the group of maids below, their hands flying to their mouths, their voices rising in panic.“Look out!”“She’s falling!”“Oh moon goddess—!”Their voices blurred together as my vision tunneled.CThe ground was right there and then I heard a crash. Something exploded through the air above me.Before I could even process it strong arms caught me. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, but it wasn’t pain that followed, it was warmth.The world steadied and the falling stopped.My body pressed agai

Liora’s POVI didn’t know how long I had been doing this because it felt like long, endless hours.My back ached, my knees burned from kneeling against the hard floor, and my fingers stung from repeatedly picking up jagged shards of glass one by one.There had been so much of it, far more than I expected.The shattered pieces from the broken window above scattered across the courtyard and now the fragments that had been tracked into the hallways, glittering faintly under the soft golden light like tiny, dangerous stars.I exhaled slowly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face with the back of my wrist.“I hate him,” I muttered under my breath.The words came out softer this time and that was only because i was just tired because this wasn’t punishment meant to hurt me physically.Not really, it was worse. It was meant to exhaust me, to remind me that I had no control of my life anymore. I shifted slightly, wincing as my muscles protested.Carefully, I reached for another shard,

Liora’s POVThey were coming closer, I could hear the shift in their breathing, the scrape of boots against the floor, the low, restrained growl that barely stayed contained beneath their human forms.My heart slammed violently against my ribs.No one is coming.The realization hit hard and for the first time in a while since I got to this goddess forsaken place, I felt truly alone.No maid rushed forward, no voice called out to stop them, no authority stepped in because here, their hunger mattered more than my fear.My gaze dropped quickly to my hand, at the blood still exposed.If what the high council had said was true, then my blood was most probably the cause for their weird behaviour. “Think, think, Liora—” I whispered to myself, my breath uneven.My fingers moved quickly, trembling as I grabbed the edge of my dress. Without hesitation, I tore a piece of the fabric, the sound sharp, showing how desperate i was.I wrapped it tightly around my finger, pressing hard until the stin

Liora’s POVI shouldn’t have come in here.That realization settled deep in my chest as I stood frozen near the door, the warmth of the bath chamber clinging to my skin like a second layer.I swallowed slowly, forcing myself to stand still despite the way my pulse hammered against my ribs.The woman with the coldest gaze shifted first as she rose from the bath.Water slipped from her skin in soft trails, catching the warm light as it traced the curves of her shoulders, her collarbone, the elegant line of her arms. The surface of the bath rippled gently around her as she stepped out, her bare feet meeting the smooth stone floor with quiet grace.My breath caught. She was… breathtaking, not in a soft way or in a warm way but in a way that felt dangerous.Her body was sculpted perfectly with long legs, a narrow waist, and strong hips that carried both grace and authority. Her breasts rose and fell with slow, controlled breaths, unhurried, unashamed, her posture straight as though she h