All Chapters of Marked by the Alpha King: The Rogue Huntress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Knox’s POVKestrel pushes against my hands, but I ignore her. I slam the door to the dungeon behind me, my body tense with fury and something worse, shame.How could she?“Don’t touch me!” she screams, attempting to sprint away, but I pull her back, yanking her wrist up and cuffing her.“Ahh! No!” she cries in pain as I seize her other hand and cuff it too.I ignore the red marks on her hands. This cursed bond be damned. She needs to be disciplined. If that means hurting myself in the process, then I won’t hesitate.Her breathing becomes ragged as she watches me with wide, fearful eyes.“You brought this on yourself,” I seethe, undoing my belt.“You humiliated me in front of everyone!” I grab her jaw, squeezing it harder.Even with the visible fear in her eyes, she still runs her mouth. “You don’t get to tame me like some wild beast. I’m not one of you!” she shouts.I lean closer, hating how my body immediately misinterprets the proximity. I don’t want to think about her rising chest.

Kestrel's POV“Remember to bow when you hand him the glass,” a middle-aged woman remarks severely, dumping the tray of wine into my open arms.I blink my heavy eyes, nodding to her words.“Hey! Stand straight, you mutt. You don't want to spill the drink now, do you? Now go!” she commands.Some young maids nearby chuckle while others gaze at me with disdain.“I don't understand why they don't just eliminate her. She's more trouble than she's worth,” one of them murmurs, but I don't look back. I truly lack the energy to face her.My legs wobble as I walk toward Knox's quarters. How I've transitioned from the chief's most cherished treasure to some wolf's captive is despicable. Yet, it remains reality.The floor tilts before me, and I stagger. No, I'm not well; nevertheless, I won't afford them the satisfaction of witnessing me at my lowest.I grip the edge of the tray tighter, my skin feeling feverishly warm. Sweat trickles down my face, making me feel as though I'd be better off sheddi

Kestrel's POVBelieve me, ghosting is the absolute last thing you would expect from your master if you suddenly fled from his touch.Two weeks ago, I would have anticipated him to grab me, yell, or do anything—not that I would have appreciated it—but instead, he stormed off to his chamber and I haven't seen him since. My services haven't been requested.“Mutt, scrub harder!” The middle-aged maid whose name I've learned is Clara shouts, stepping directly on my wet rag. Her soiled sandals stain my painfully scrubbed floorboards. I've been scrubbing for hours.Don't worry, she's not the only one.If there's anything I've discovered throughout my stay here in Ashen Ridge, it's that everyone in this pack is an absolute jerk.“Why are you so slow? It's disgusting,” someone yells, kicking the bucket of sudsy water. Instantly my knees get soaked, my hard work completely ruined.Laughter erupts in the kitchen. My cheeks redden in fury as I slam the rag onto the floor, rising to my feet.But I

Kestrel's POVI shouldn't be here.The thought repeats itself in my mind like a storm, but it doesn't make me change my mind. Using my palm, I smooth out a rumple on the hem of the stolen gown I'm wearing.It's designed with black and pink threads. Not my favorite, but who cares? I drape the equally stolen scarf over my head. I sneak out of the servants' dorm, knowing this isn't going to end well.I squint at the sun once I'm outside. As expected, no one has noticed me yet. For a pack this massive, they are pretty careless. Perhaps their size is their doom, seeing as it's harder to keep track of a community this vast.I try not to stare too hard as I walk further from the pack house. Try not to stare when I see two men yelling at each other, their fangs protruded. I try not to stare when a couple of guards on patrol watch me closely.If they ask, then I'll tell them I'm sick. After a while, they turn away from me, falling into a discussion. Of course, they are not bothered since it's

Kestrel's POVMy insides coil with disgust at his touch.I pull my leg away, hesitating when I think of smashing the jar on Zane's head.He smirks and takes a sip of his wine, relaxed like he didn't do anything. I glance at Knox, but he's too invested in his food to notice.I drop the jar, but Axel speaks, “Serve me too.” With a glare that doesn't go unseen by the people around the table, I pour into his half-filled cup. And just like his dimwitted brother, he also trails his fingers up my thighs.As much as it disgusts me, I don't react, knowing there's no way an argument will end in my favor.“She looks too healthy. Her master must be soft,” Axel's mother says with a pitiful look.“He isn't, Clara.” The Alpha King defends nonchalantly, and I notice how Knox's hand tightens around his spoon, something he hasn't raised to his mouth since.Clara glares at me, her disgust palpable. Her blond hair is pulled in a ponytail, expertly tied and brushed to perfection so that not one strand is