Semua Bab A King Slave For The Badass Alpha Queen : Bab 51 - Bab 60

ABEL EVERHART'S POV Her hands cup both sides of my face before her soft lips peck my forehead. "You granted me your good heart, thank you," she says. "You owe me my mother's freedom, and that of all other humans," I remind."I will send messengers tomorrow. Your mother will be here before the ceremony," she assures.Wow, finally a free life. No more chains, no more kneeling, no more lowering my gaze like a child."It is I . . . you should have chosen!" Elon stutters in tears while crawling on the concrete ground stained with his own blood. His mother rubs his back. "A weak human will be of no use to you. I would . . . have given you the worl-" "Take the cripple and it's mother to the dungeons. Make sure to adorn their necks with the silver chains from his dead slaves, and choose the worst cells you can find for them," her Majesty orders. Elon's own soldiers rush to pick the chains removed from the necks of Tedmond and Callum after their death. They put them around Elon's thick nec

QUEEN ROWENA'S POVThe hallways still stinks of the foul family, Elon's aura of foolishness still hangs in the air, so I ordered the servants to clean every surface with scented soups."Would you like us to change the cushions of the throne, your Majesty?" one asks."Melt the gold and make another seat," I answer.Nothing that reminds people or Abel of his selfish father or his mad stepbrothers should remain. The start of my reign must be like a fresh new dawn, free of the foul past of this Kingdom and it's weak alliances. "Your Majesty, may I be the first to pay homage to you," one of the Alphas who had attended the ceremony says after rushing in without prior notice. I can see a long line of more royals approaching the doorway, carrying unwrapped gifts and those with small rare animals dragging them with chains. There is only one reason one would be offering unwrapped gifts, that the person the gift was meant for can no longer receive it. They wrappers bore Elon's name, so they ha

ABEL EVERHART'S POV "My servant still chases after you . . . I noticed," the Empress says, causing my intestines to churn. She heard?! Why am I not dead already? I didn't exactly tell Cara to never speak such things to me again. I only warned her that it would get us both killed even when I knew that I have no feelings for her. I didn't want to hurt her that much. If I had known that her Majesty could hear us I would have dismissed her before she uttered a word. Sadly I didn't and now we are both corpses. And I won't be seeing my mother. "I . . . I should have been honest with her. I just felt that . . . she would be too heartbroken. And she isn't evil enough to deserve so much pain. I thought it best to allow her time to realize how mistaken she is on her own," I stutter the explanation. Is it good enough to save us? She didn't exactly sound angry when she revealed that she heard us. But she is a complex person. "I am well aware of what you thought best to do. I do not mind that

ABEL EVERHART'S POV Of course, who else could it be? Cara would not have caught me so effortlessly. And I would have heard her approaching. Her Majesty must be inwardly laughing at my pathetic efforts to learn sword fighting, especially without the amount of strength she has. She doesn't show it though.Why would she leave her majestic throne and come looking for me? Because she needs a pet human sitting at the foot of her throne? Surely I do not need to be sitting there all the time, just listening to her make decisions and receive praises from foreign royals. But now that she is here, she can explain why I cannot leave the walls of the palace while I am said to be free.I straighten up before bowing my head slightly. "Surely you do not need me to make any decision. You have all the wisdom and might," I point. "I do not have a good heart. That too is needed sometimes," she argues. "And I need something really pretty to look at while my foolish guests speaks." I shake my head. Sh

A nice coat, of course I need to look good to adorn her throne more than the gold and shinny pearls already do. A part of me is convinced that she just wants her guests to see me there. Anyways I have had enough of sword fighting for today. I head back into the palace and pass by her chambers to pick up the best of the coats. I find Cara arranging everything in a new closet set next to that of her Majesty. "I just saw you kill one of the werewolf slaves. Why? You're trying to be a knight?" she asks. There is a hint of disapproval in her voice. What does she care if one of those monsters died? It of course she has no anger in her heart because she has never been human and known what it's like to be tortured for the fun of others. "Yes, I am learning to use the sword. Especially against those who love killing my kind," I answer. She shakes her head and turns. "The crown didn't choose a vengeful heart. You're better than that."I walk closer and pick up the white coat made of fur an