All Chapters of Bound as the Alpha king's Slave : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Kelvin was working at the back of his house. Peace and serenity was the only companion he has with him, exactly the way he likes it.The chirpings of birds in the morning. The sound of giving flowing down the hill a few miles away. The soft sweeping of wind every moments. He was deep in thoughts as he caught the linens he wants to use as new cottons for his house.He was quickly jerked out of his thoughts when he heard a soft but firm knock on his front door. He dropped the scissors and the linen-cloth, and got up from the wooden chair.He walked back to his house through the backyard and entered the sitting room, going straight to the door where he pulled it open.It's a visitor he never expected after months of absence. After he heard of her impending marriage to a King."Good day, My Lady." He extended with a bow of his head, opening the door wilder for her to enter."Hi" Princess Samoa greeted. She was almost nervous, and he has never known her to be anything but sparkling.Samoa

The chemical warmth of the pill bloomed in Lyra's chest far faster than she anticipated, a cruel and sudden contrast to the icy terror paralyzing her limbs. It brought no relief only a heavy, suffocating fog that locked her muscles in place and made the dim storeroom spin in slow, agonizing loops. The rough bite of the hay beneath her faded into a distant, detached sensation, though the heavy, repulsive weight of Andrew pinning her down remained a crushing reality."Good girl," Andrew murmured, his breath hot and foul against her cheek as he slowly released his choking grip on her throat. He sat back on his haunches, watching her with a predatory, twisted satisfaction as her gaze grew glassy and unfocused. "See? It's much better when you don't fight. You should have just listened from the very beginning."Lyra tried to form words, to curse him, to scream for help, but her tongue felt thick, heavy, and entirely useless against the roof of her mouth. A artificial wave of euphoria tried

He has wasted so much time because of the fight she put up. So much time. Andrew counted on kidnapping her, drugging her and fûcking her mindless. He never counted on her putting up so much fight, due to her present condition. Watching Lyra victoriously after the swallowed the pills, he let go of her neck and watched her with the joy of a cat that caught a mouse on it's trap. Lyra began sobbing. She pulled herself from his grasps to get away from him, and he let her. He knows that she will come crawling back. "What did y-you give me?" She croaked, her voice hoarse from being choked twice. "You will find out soon enough." Was his smug response. Lyra does not want to be here at all. She wants out of here. She wants away from here! She staggered to her feet and started towards the door... Her head tilted. The bedroom spun around her. The pills in her system battled her body, causing her stomach to hurt. She cried out and grabbed hold of her belly, trying to steady hers

"Guards." He never raised his voice. Never looked at Lyra for once. ""Your Majesty!" Three guards behind him answered at the same time, stepping forward. Dread filled Bami. Whatever it is he has to say made her so scared. New tears filled her eyes. "Please, Ryker... Please..." He didn't spare her a glance. "Take the slave to the dungeon. I, King Ryker, sentence Slave Lyra to death. She will be hanged on the morning of the fourth day from today, at the square." Bami began crying earnestly. He didn't miss a beat as he continued, "Until that day, she will remain in the dungeon with no food and water." That said, he turned and walked out of the storeroom. "Oh, Heavens!!" Bami cried out in misery, raising both trembling hands to cover her mouth. Scarlett felt victorious down to her shoes. This feeling is much better than an intense orgasm. But, she gritted her teeth. She'd expected him to use his sword on her immediately, like he used on Andrew. Why postpone it, dammit!?

The sun hung low over the outer perimeter of the capital, casting long, bruised-purple shadows across the dirt roads of the lower district. Dust kicked up by passing wagons choked the humid air, but Bami hardly noticed. Her cloak was pulled low over her face, obscuring the distinguished apron and silver-threaded collar that marked her as a senior servant of the royal household.In the palace, time moved like an hourglass leaking venom. Every hour spent away from the dungeons was an hour Lyra spent bleeding on cold stone, her throat parched, her body breaking under the weight of a stolen child and a stolen future.Bami knew she had at best two days before Veroni crossed the provincial border. A young maid traveling alone with a pouch full of royal gold was either a target for highwaymen or a nervous wreck hiding in the nearest hole. And Bami knew Veroni—the girl was fragile, driven by fear, not greed.She ducked into the dark, pungent interior of *The Rusty Anchor*, a low-ceilinged tav