BOUGHT FOR THE ALPHA KING'S PLEASURE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 46

King Zion's POVThe heavy mahogany door clicked shut behind me, isolating the hallway in a dead, suffocating quiet. I stood perfectly still, closing my eyes as my chest rose and fell unevenly, while the scent of wild lilies and lilac clung stubbornly to my skin."Don't go," I heard Reyna say inside my room, her voice shaking barely audible. I squeezed my eyes further, the sudden pull proving strong to resist."Go back." My wolf pushed to the surface, knocking on my control. With one final look at the door, I pocketed my hands and walked away. If I went back into that room, I knew what would happen; I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop myself this time round. I didn't return to the banquet; I took the lift straight down to the underground garage, climbed into the white SUV, and tore through the palace gates, the tires screeching against the tarmac.I drove for hours, following the mountain roads that twisted endlessly. Raindrops battered the windshield, and even though the smell of the so

King Zion's POVI had barely eaten half of my lunch by the time a servant announced visitors. "Lord Lockwood and Lord Beckett request an audience, Your Majesty." I didn't bother looking up from the documents spread across the dining table, beside my half-touched food. "Let them in."The royal dining room was flooded with the midday sun, filtering through the towering arched windows, painting long golden patterns across the polished marble floors. It was situated such that it directly overlooked the side palace grounds, a view that I used, to monitor the guards while I ate."My king," both men greeted me when they walked in. I acknowledged them with a brief nod and gestured toward the seats across from me, already having a precise idea of exactly why they had come. Madam Agnes served them, and I didn't miss the way her eyes kept on drifting to Lockwood, even though the man pretended he wasn't aware. "Your Majesty?" Lord Lockwood's voice reached me for what was probably the third time.

King Zion's POV The office door had been closed for several minutes, yet my eyes remained fixed on it. The map spread across my desk stopped making sense the moment Reyna left. Every section I looked at blurred before I studied it. "For a few hours... I stopped feeling like I was only a slave." Her voice echoed through my head again. I exhaled sharply, pushed the map aside and opened the files containing Eric's body and head photos, plus official reports from the royal examiners. I reread them line by line, but nothing was going into my mind. What I needed was a distraction, and the reports provided just that. "Damn it," I swore. I couldn't count the number of times my concentration was affected by thoughts about Reyna. It was probably the fourth time I couldn't get something done since she was brought by Clark as my slave. The double doors swinging open interrupted my growing irritation, and Clark stepped inside, closing them behind him. "Took you a minute in the capital," I st