BOUGHT FOR THE ALPHA KING'S PLEASURE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

King Zion's POV My gaze swept over the small silver earring resting on the polished wood of my desk, like it had been since Clark gave it to me. The day was welcoming the night, and yet I still had a killer walking in the corridors of the palace. What was I missing? Before I could ponder further, a piercing scream shattered the quiet, followed by a chorus of shouts, directly outside my office window. My instincts as the alpha king kicked in, and I was up on my feet in an instance. I exited the office, my wolf on high alert. Just as I stepped out, Clark's voice invaded my mind. "A servant has been poisoned." It was brief and straight to the point. My subjects were down there, and the scene demanded my presence; yet, before I made a step further, my wolf protested. My mind spun, the need to make sure the slave was safe filling my insides. I made a U-turn into the palace building, a strange feeling tearing through my chest. It was a sensation so violent and unfamiliar, it made my breat

Reyna's POV"What do you mean I will sleep here from now on?" I asked Clark and Martha, my hands on either side of my waist. "What happened to my room in the quarters?" The two had refused to leave my side since waking up, even though Clark had duties waiting for him. Ignoring my question, Clark pushed open the heavy door directly across the hall from the king's chambers."Do you not like it?" Martha questioned as we walked in. My jaw dropped as I looked around the space. It was almost the size of the royal chambers, draped in royal purple, with a massive four-poster bed. There was a walk-in closet, a separate sitting area, a white and gold dresser, and beautiful plush rugs in white and grey. I walked in further, noting the private balcony overlooking gardens below, the same ones Lucas and I had spent time working on."I can't stay here," I whispered, peeping through the bathroom window. Though smaller than the king's, it still had a bathtub and a glass-enclosed shower. My former room

Reyna's POV"Clark, you're lying," I said in between laughter at something Clark had said, as we approached my room. Then, the heavy doors of the king's chambers swung open, and my laughter vanished. King Zion stepped out, wearing his usual face mask and a charcoal suit that fit his body, the jacket barely hiding the muscles beneath. He closed the door without glancing our way.It had been nearly two weeks. Two weeks since the confrontation with Agnes in the kitchen, two weeks of not seeing him. He finally looked up, and our eyes met. For the briefest heartbeat, my heart fluttered. Then, he looked away and walked straight past us, without saying a single word. His shoes echoed against the carpeted floor until he disappeared, without looking back. I lowered my eyes, my fluttering heart suddenly constricting. It shouldn't have bothered me; it should have relieved me. After all, wasn't freedom and distance from him what I wanted? So why were my eyes burning and my chest tightening?"Well

King Zion I turned away from the desk and walked toward the rest room connected to the office. My chest heaved under my shirt, my wolf pacing in a chaotic circle. It whimpered, a broken sound that mirrored the life I thought I knew. "Si-t," I whispered. I didn't look back to see whether she had obeyed; I crossed over to the crystal decanter on the side table, my knuckles covered with dry blood from where I had smashed them into the stone wall. The decanter slipped from my hand, but I caught it before it shattered on the rug. For a minute I simply stood there, staring at it. Then a laugh escaped me, a broken sound that I couldn't even recognise. The same hands that never shook while executing murderers and treasoners were shaking now, with a weak grip. "Pathetic," I said to myself before filling my glass. I drowned the liquid in a flash, barely registering the burn as it went down my throat. I refilled, then poured into another glass, and because I couldn't let go of the parchment

Reyna's POVI ended up dozing off in my bed, with my body hot, my mind a mess, filled with King Zion's broken and also aroused image. My chest still stung from the thought of Thelma and him having sex. When I woke up later, the orange rays of the sun as it dipped beneath the horizon penetrated through the windows.For a moment, I lay frozen on top of the beddings, the haze of the whisky now gone. The problem was, the cool night air filtering through the windows and the balcony did nothing to soothe the intense, throbbing heat radiating through my entire body. I had slept through the drunkenness, but I had awoken with my skin highly sensitive and my pulse already hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs."Stop," I chastised myself out loud, pressing my palms over my face. "Just stop," I begged, but that did nothing. How could I still be needy hours after I had left the king's office, hours after I had slept?"Reyna," the king's voice sounded in my mind, the memory of him begging me t