All Chapters of THE SLAVE WHO REJECTED THE ALPHA : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

My body registered the trail of sparks left by the slightest brush of his lips against my face, while at the same time I became completely aware that his mouth was only a breath away from mine.If I simply leaned in...While Ravok kept one hand at the back of my neck and let the fingers of his other hand glide across my face, as though he were painting me onto a canvas, my lips parted and my breathing quickened.If he could imagine the things I would do just to be closer to him, he would be surprised.He left another kiss at the corner of my mouth.But he didn't pull away.His lips remained against me for several seconds.His breath carried mint and something alcoholic.It smelled wonderful.“May I?” he whispered.I barely had time to register the mixture of confusion and desire spreading through my body.Before I realized it, I had already nodded.My lips were still slightly parted when his mouth met mine, and I surrendered to the realization that I wanted that kiss.I wanted to feel

An almost imperceptible hint of tension formed at the corner of his expression—not quite a smile, but something that suggested genuine interest, perhaps even curiosity.I rested an elbow on the table, leaning forward just enough to shorten the distance between us without appearing too bold.“And what exactly makes something... worth insisting on?” My voice came out softer.His eyes lowered again, this time without the same haste as before.They lingered there for a second longer, as though he had decided to stop pretending he wasn't doing it.When they returned to my face, there was less restraint in them.“Finding out how far it goes.”I let a brief silence settle between us, as though I were considering his answer.Because, at the end of the day, I was still a recent widow.I couldn't openly flirt with another man while my husband's body was still lying intact in the grave.I traced

My voice came out clear, leaving no room for questions. I walked past her right afterward, narrowing the distance between our bodies ever so slightly, enough for my shoulder to almost brush against hers.I continued to my bedroom door, still feeling the weight of her gaze on my back, clinging to my skin in a way that didn't fade with distance. As I turned the doorknob, my fingers gripped the metal a little tighter than necessary, and I stepped inside without looking back.I had dealt with many people. Of every kind. And very powerful people. But no one had ever left me as uneasy as that housekeeper. And I think that, deep down… I knew her from somewhere too.The door closed behind me with a firm sound, echoing briefly through the space before being swallowed by the silence of the room. Still with my hand resting against the wood, I remained there for a moment, motionless, as if simply crossing that threshold hadn't been enough to separate me from what had been left outside.**POV Mel

That caught me off guard in a strange way. My gaze dropped, almost automatically, to her clothes, as if I were seeing them for the first time, trying to imagine every piece being made by hand.Madah was wearing something that looked simple at first glance, but, looking more closely, had care in every detail: a blouse made of lightweight fabric, fitted to her body without clinging too tightly, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing her slender forearms. The neckline was slightly open, just enough not to look formal, yet still neat.The high-waisted pants followed the shape of her body with a precise fit, neither too tight nor too loose, ending a few inches above her ankles, revealing dark leather boots. Nothing stood out in an exaggerated way, but everything seemed made to fit her perfectly."Are you serious?""Totally." She was already walking around the room, opening closets, pulling out drawers, as if she knew exactly where to look. "I just need to

The two chairs remained empty.My gaze returned to them more often than I would have liked to admit, always quickly, always discreetly, as if I were merely following the movement around the table, but there was no movement at all. No one approaching, no sign that the delay was being resolved.I ran my thumb along the rim of the glass, slowly turning it, the almost imperceptible sound disappearing into the conversations around me.Nothing.I tilted my head back slightly, letting out a breath through my nose, already out of patience for another meaningless comment from anyone."Is this wine from the south?" someone asked."I have no idea," I answered, without even looking.Because, at that moment, there were things more irritating than people trying to please me.And two empty chairs were one of them.One by one, I watched heads turn toward the entrance of the hall, as if something had drawn everyone's attention at the same time. I followed