Todos los capítulos de The Vampire King's Alpha Queen: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Caspian P.O.V.I’ve been here for months now. I know this because the Goddesses are very kind to remind me of how long it’s been since I’ve been back. The one thing they could do for me was reunite me with my body, so it wasn’t just my spirit form that was trapped up here, which I don’t think really helped my mate. She accepted the premises, knowing my body would eventually decay slowly without my spirit to uphold it, so she allowed them to work their magic and reunite me with it, but aunt Tilara says she is bad. I know she is right because I feel it in our matebond, but I don’t know what to do? We can’t exactly mindlink, and all I get are fragments of feelings when they are strong enough, which they have been a lot lately. It feels like something has her constantly feeling some kind of heightened emotion whether it be angry, sad, happy, annoyed etc. When I asked my mom, because one other thing I figured out while up here is that my blood status allows me to visit my biological paren

Caspian P.O.V.Time. I don’t know how much time goes on after my sister’s dream spirit leaves, but I have a feeling it’s maybe half a day, maybe not even. Time is a different construct up here. What feels like a lifetime is maybe a couple of minutes, and what feels like a second is a lifetime. It’s weird and confusing. The little smokey creature, which I’ve decided to call Meep, is running around in the shallow water and back to me with glee. It seems so innocent, so carefree and I can’t help but smile as it skeets over the water, tongue hanging out, pedals the legs and comes running back to my lap. “You’re a happy nature, little Meep.” I tell it, and the creature just looks at me with those golden eyes. I’m about to get up to go back when the surface once again shimmer and pictures without sounds shows me Athena trapped, laying on a table, her legs spread to either side, an eager Miriam on the side of her, an older woman with cold calculating eyes behind her, and another older wom

Athena P.O.V. The sun is barely over the horizon when I’m up. I’m not sleeping well; between my pregnancy, my thoughts and my regular insomnia, it’s not looking particularly good in the sleep department at the moment. I know doc has told me to get as much rest as I can, even if I can’t sleep all that much, so I always manage to stay in bed, either reading or just listening to calming music and meditation sounds in the background. I don’t know if it helps. It doesn’t feel like it, but I also don’t know how I would feel if I didn’t do it, so it’s anyone's guess if it’s working or not. Breakfast is a dull affair in my room. I have so much from last night playing on my mind, and I hardly notice what I put in my mouth. I’m also deep into the latest research to get Caspian home. The food grows cold on my table, so I just shrug it off and keep to the bite of bread I managed to get down, and find a granola bar and an apple I brought with me last night from the meeting. An Omega knocks on t

Alec P.O.V.The news about my sister reached us late last night through dad, and I was devastated on her behalf, but somewhere deep down something also just sighs in kind of defeat. What did she think? That the enemy would leave her alone just because she’s pregnant? No. She was an even greater threat that way, carrying the next generation of badass Alpha’s. Dad says it was a girl and Athena disappeared afterwards. I knew where she had gone. She thought I didn’t know about her and Caspian’s hiding place within the pack, but I knew and always kept it a secret for them. Now I would keep it a secret for my niece. She deserved to have a peaceful place to rest. I didn’t sleep all that much that night, and when the sun rose in the sky, Maeve found me on the balcony thinking. “Hey. What are you doing out here so early?” She asks, sitting down with a blanket wrapped around her. Mornings have become more chilly, reminding us of the months to come. I wonder if we're going to experience them,

Athena P.O.V.I came back late last night. I had to bury my daughter alone, and I couldn’t face the fact that I had to go home again. Not in the beginning. I dug her grave in Alessa’s form, and shifted to lay her in her final resting spot as gently as I could. I cried, screamed to heaven for the unfairness of it all, feeling my heart and soul break again and again. Then I magically laid the freshly dug dirt on top of my daughter, and found a decent size stone, which I magically wrote her name, date of birth and death and a few words into. Afterwards I shifted again and laid down, grieving with Alessa. She whined, gently pawed at the grave, and tears ran into her fur. It was past midnight when we finally came back to the packhouse, and I refused to go back to the hospital. I moved through the quiet packhouse as I was, going directly to my room, which had been cleaned, to shower and then lay on my bed to cry myself to sleep. The dull ache of sorrow and grief followed me into my dreams