All Chapters of Bound as the Alpha king's Slave : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

He began walking towards her, "You make him happy. That is enough for me. Take this." At the soft but firm command, Emily reached out with both hands and took the wrapped package. Her eyes widened to unbearable degrees. It's a small bag of coins. "You can pay dowry with that on your wedding day." He said."Thank you so much, Your Highness! Thank you so much!" Emily gasped, her heart filled with gratitude. Her hands trembled as she held the unexpected gift with both hands like a cherished feat it is. She has been worried sick about how to get this money, and even though she has saved up, it's never enough. She has hidden it from Lyra so that her princess wouldn't worry herself sick. And, here the king is, offering her this large amount of money. Her knees hit the ground, her head lowered. Tears of gratitude spilled from her eyes as she thanked him over and over again. "You are welcome, Emily. I want you both to get married and live well. Also, from today you seize being a Palace

"Sir Ronald had once talk about marriage to me, My King. I know he will be happy for me on this day, if he was here." King Ryker blinked hard and shook his head to get Vane's heartfelt words away from his mind. But, the words kept whispering into his mind over and over again, until he drew taut with tension like a drawn bow. If only Ronald was alive... Vane had made the innocent comment after his wedding while he was greeting and thanking him for attending his special day. He'd clamped his mouth shut immediately he said those words and apologized regretfully. "Ronald is not some forbidden topic, just because he's dead. It's okay, Vane." Those were the words the king replied with. But the harm has been done. If only Ronald was still alive... If any of his family was still alive... He is all alone in the world. His mother, his father, his sister and then, his cousin. All killed by one monster. But, as the day progressed, those words tormented him. Ronald and his horrib

Bami's wrinkled cheeks flushed a little. "Scarlett once referred to the king as a no-preamble man. Just in case... uhm, you have to be prepared." Lyra would have refuted the mistress's notion, but she was too worked up to try. Indeed, the king is not big on foreplay and he doesn't like to be touched, but he is different with her. That gave her a pause. He is different with her. Surely, everything will be alright. That, more than anything, calmed her. She took the gel from Bami, entered the bathroom and used it. She came out a minute later and walked towards the door. "Lyra?" She turned at the sound of Bami's voice. "Uhm?" Bami hesitated, "The king is a very damaged man. He might look well on the outside, but he is broken on the inside. He needs help, but he is not a man that will allow it." Lyra knows all this, but hearing Bami say it squeezed her heart in her chest. The older woman smiled sadly, wet her lips and continued, "Do you know that sometimes, when he takes so much

Escape! ESCAPE!! ESCAPE!!!!He has to keep her close. He has to keep her close! Not letting go!King Ryker cannot think past those animalistic urges that beat down on his head. Cannot hear past them.She struggles against him. It angered him that she's trying to get away from him. She's not leaving like his sister did! Not like Ronald did! He'll do everything to keep her close!Never! She is not getting away! He is not letting her go!He palmed her thigh and lifted her leg, baring her to him. Pure animalistic instincts rode him so hard, he was shaking with the urge to bury himself so deep inside the soft flesh he caged before him.Positioning himself blindly, he bumped against her but her body restricted his invasion. An animalistic growl tore from his throat and he tightened his hand on her waist and on her thigh."Take. Me. In.!" The guttural growl so deep tore from him as he nudged her opening with his dick again more roughly and urgently.He breached her a bit, shoving the head of

A soft hand touching him hesitatingly, it penetrated his drunk haze. So soft, and oh so soothing. It reminded him of when he was a young lad in his mother's knees. His mother would read to him, and teach him how to do maths. She will praise him and pat the soft curls of his head when he does things right. The small hand that caressed his thigh, and now, his hair, was like a soothing balm to his wounded soul. To his head raving mad. One by one, his demons began receding. One by one, the dark memories began fading. They loosened their fierce hold on him. Only a bit. For the first time, he became aware of his surroundings. Of the soft trembling body he pinned to the wall, thrusting savagely and hungrily into her. Lyra. He loosened his hold on her breast, but his control was still shot to dust. He only slowed his strokes, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. He pressed his sweaty head to the side of her face, "Lyra..?" He breathed for the first time. Relief was like a river