All Chapters of Royal Reveng; The Supreme Alpha King Chooses Me : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Stella stirred in her sleep, her hands clenching the duvet as she struggled to pull herself into consciousness, but it was difficult. She was going through a lot quietly. Who struggled just to wake up from their sleep? Of course, it was her.She fluttered one eye open and glanced around the room in exhaustion. Suddenly, her other eye flew open at the sight she saw in the corner.There was Ivan, seated on a chair, facing a mirror, with a lady behind him brushing his hair.Stella sat up immediately, a frown lingering on her face as her eyes never left them.She hissed when a sudden headache kicked in as soon as she sat up, and she tightly wrapped her arms around herself, waiting for the headache to subside. When it reduced, she looked back at them, only for their eyes to meet through the mirror."Who is she?" she whispered, not audible but enough for him to hear since he was looking at her. He shrugged after staring at her for a while."She should leave," she grumbled again, hoping he c

Stella was shocked to the core as she stared at the spot where they had been standing just a few minutes ago, only to find them gone.Her heart raced in her chest as she wondered what had just happened here.Was Ivan's Beta having an affair with a witch? Or was she a demon or just Medusa? Stella couldn't tell, but one thing she knew for sure was that the woman wasn't a werewolf.Did Ivan know about this? Fear gripped her as she remained frozen to the spot.Once she was certain that she was alone, Stella cautiously emerged from her hiding place, her gaze fixed on the spot where they had vanished.Had they truly disappeared? Werewolves couldn't teleport, so how did Luca vanish? Could it be that Medusa had made him disappear?Maybe she had seduced him and taken him away. Should she inform Ivan immediately?But Luca was the one who had called and approached her. He didn't seem to be under any spell. Then again, Stella couldn't easily recognize someone who was under a spell either.Was Luc

Seated on a tree in the darkness, a man's figure was masked by the silhouettes of the leaves and branches, watching everything that was happening. He appeared to be in his early thirties, dressed in barely anything.He had an ethereal quality, with piercing emerald eyes that were focused on Stella. His skin was too pale to be that of a werewolf, and his face, though beautifully crafted, was difficult to make out in the dark. Who was he? Stella's mind screamed at her to run, but if she couldn't escape from the witches who wanted to capture her, how could she flee from someone whose presence and demeanor surpassed even the witches?She couldn't discern her own facial expression, but she was as pale as a vampire in search of blood as she locked eyes with the figure.Those were the only features she could make out, but it seemed he was almost naked as well. He seemed shocked for some reason.Aware that Stella had already seen him, he slowly raised a finger to his lips, silently urging her

"Is there something you'd like to tell me about him?" Stella asked, noticing his seriousness despite his evil smirk, which she had initially ignored."Since he hasn't said anything to you, I don't think it's within my power to disclose anything either. It shouldn't concern me," he replied bluntly, his tone still carrying a hint of coldness, and Stella's face fell."My question now is, to what extent is he careless? How could he let you walk alone in the woods, considering all he's been through? You're supposed to be confined to a room," he grumbled, and Stella's brows furrowed."Confined to a room as a slave? I'm not anyone's slave to be locked up. I left the room on my own because I wanted to," she retorted, her hands clenched beside her. How could he interfere in her married life? Who was he to say such things to her?"Actually, you are someone's slave. You're just a maid after all. You can be mine if you don't want to be his slave, but the truth is that you can never run away from

My eyes closed on their own, unable to stand the wind as I plummeted downwards, the suffocating breeze making it difficult to breathe.Through my blurred vision, I glimpsed someone attempting to reach out to me, their hands outstretched. Desperate for help, I managed to extend my own hands despite the force of the wind, and they connected with someone else's.A strong, masculine hand clasped mine, and I felt myself being pulled into a vertical position. However, I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes.A hand wrapped around my waist, securing me in its hold. I tightened my grip around the person's neck, afraid of falling.With my face buried in the crook of their neck, we continued our rapid descent until I sensed a jolt beneath my feet, as though an force had hit the ground. Then my feet gently touched the floor.Clutching onto the person who had saved me, I remained still, too terrified to confirm if I had already died. But as I braced myself for the pain of broken legs or a shatter