All Chapters of Possessed By Him: The Alpha's Trophy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91​Lilith’s POV​Vance’s key turned once in the iron latch, and we slipped through the postern door into the damp corridor of the lower part of their military base.​Before we could reach the main the store where the ammunition where, the sound of shouting and woods being ripped apart through the stone, was loud.​"Ambush!" Vance hissed, his hand dropping to his sword hilt as he shoved past us around the corner.While ​in the wide barracks the walls were lit up by torches, through the barracks hall ahead of us, three of Vance’s guards were pinned against the stone pillars by four of Drake’s shadow-lancers. One of the young guards; the kid who had argued against turning on Kaelen back at the safehouse; was kneeling down on one knee, his shoulder soaked with dark blood, while a lancer stood over him with a heavy iron-spiked mace raised up above his head to actually kill the lad.​"You traitor," the man holding theiron spike snarled, bringing it down in a vicious arc.I couldn

Chapter 93​Lucien’s POV​I jumped down from my horse before it came to a full stop. I keep looked the same...but it felt empty like little or no attention had been given to it since I left.​Morgana was already there, pushing past the stable hand and wrapping her arms hard around my chest in a warm embrace. She didn't say anything at first, just gripped the back of my travel coat like she hadn't seen family in a decade.​"I thought you wouldn't come back?" she breathed, her fingers gripping tightly on my wool tunic.​I dropped my saddlebags into the mud and hugged her tightly right back, of course I had missed her a great deal. "It was indeed a long ride from the West. Cassian had me chasing ghost leads from one border post to the next."​She pulled away sofly, her eyes scanning around the courtyard to make sure the gate guards were out of earshot. Her face was looking pale, and the skin around her mouth was cracking...she wasn't looking as flawless as she usually would.​"You pick

Chapter 97​Cassian’s POV​Our horses came to a halt at the Keep’s outer gate, their iron shoes heavy against the damp ground.I jumped down my stallion, I am sure I looked totally wasted. My armor was covered in grey mud and carbon powder from the ridge, and my ribs were burning from the blast when the Lethe-Seal finally broke. Beside me, Lilith pulled up her horse. Six months ago, Kaelen had tried to decieve her into thinking she was his. At the gates to Aethegard where he tried to force her allegiance and completely wiped her memory with the Lethe-Seal. She didn't look like girl who had once forgotten about everything we had gone through together. She sat straight in her saddle, watching the courtyar.​The guards by the gates were shoke to see the many men that came back with us, the looked past us and their gaze falling on the fifty men we'd brought back from the Eastern garrison.The doors by the gates flung open and my eyes fell on Lucien.​He came down the stone steps by

Chapter 97Lucien POV"An axe will make their punishment too quick for a treason of this scale, Alpha," Caleb said, leaning his weight against the heavy oak table. His face was no readable, while his fingers tapped a slow and steady rhythm on the table. "You slice off their heads in the courtyard at dawn, and by nightfall, the provincial lords will say you executed them to cover up what they knew about the throne's debts. Let them sit in the dark, and pay for their crimes."As I stood near the stone door way with my hands deeped into my coat pockets. "Caleb is right, Cassian. An execution gives Morgana’s loyalists a martyr. Leaving her down in the foundation cell with Maelis strips her of every shred of influence she has left. Just let them rot there."Cassian didn't say any word right away. He kept his arms crossed over his chest, any his eyes fixed on the map that was spread out on the table between them. He wanted to execute the and be done with; he wanted it done, and absolutely

Chapter 99Cassian's POVThe break of dawn didn't fix anything. By seven o'clock, the southern march was off.I stood on the aisle of the lower stables, watching two guards try to hold down a stubborn gray stallion. The horse was wild-eyed, heating furiously against its wooden stall partition and kicking the wall. White foam dripped from its bit, and it wouldn't go near the water was.Lucien walked down the corridor, dropping a soaked rag into a bucket. "The draft horses in the east wing won't drink either," he said, keeping his voice low enough that the men couldn't hear. "Two of them are running temperature. If the horses are down by noon,that mean the men too will be sick by nightfall."Lilith bent over by the stone drainage, her hand hovering on the surface just an inch above the water. The dark, oily substance from the central well had already floated from the drainage through the stone pipes overnight. It was now on top of the water floating over it like oil floats on water.