I Became The King By Scavenging Chapter 41 Novels & Stories

You may rest too. Then the fog vanished in a second. I was happy I could control the mist. So, I patted the pillow and laid my head on it. However, before I could sleep, I suddenly heard a click. I opened my eyes, but nothing happened. I might only imagine it. Then I closed my eyes again. But then the door opened. “Well, well, well, princess. Why did you sleep in the bathroom?” It was Constantine! Oh, no! What should I do? He grabbed my waist and kissed my forehead. “You will sleep with me tonight. No delay anymore.” “No!”

I kept my head bowed, my veiled face toward the floor. But Mateo had already caught my scent. He strode forward, ripping away both my veil and scent blockers in one motion. "Caroline," his lip curled in disgust. "Still here begging for money?" Everly's gasp of surprise was perfectly practiced. "Caroline! The former Luna, serving drinks? How... desperate you must be." The whispers started immediately, cutting like knives. "That's the one who abandoned our Alpha King..." "Left him when he lost his power..."

Isla climbed up beside him with Grey and began explaining, in considerable detail, the political structure of her stuffed animal collection and the various disputes currently under adjudication. I stood in the kitchen doorway and watched the Lycan King listen to my four-year-old with complete, genuine attention not the performed patience of someone waiting for a child to finish talking, but actual interest, actual responses, actual questions that made Isla's eyes light up with the particular joy of being taken seriously. The tightness in my chest dissolved. Not all at once. Not completely. But enough. I went into the kitchen and plated the almond croissants and made another cup of tea and st

I looked up at my father and mother with wonder before taking a big bite out of the soft delicacy. ---•---•--- I woke up with my a pain in my arm, just the same as the day before.I didn't understand what was happening or where I was as I glanced around the room, but then it all came flooding back to me.The porridge, the sandwich, the pasta ... the peach and the king.I sat up and looked around the room, surprised to see that it was empty. Or so I thought until I saw a dark shadow in the corner of the room. I looked up to see the king, sitting in the corner of the room watching me with dark eyes. As my eyes met his he grimaced and stood up, walking towards me.

It makes me wonder just how rich these royal vampires are. I sigh, knowing there is no escape, at least for the time being, anyhow. I only hope that some of my fighters managed to escape, and Dylan, of course, that boy, has been through enough already. He is only just regaining his strength after that bloodsucker tried to drain him. I swear I am going to kill this King and capture his Queen at the first opportunity I have; I just have to bide my time and wait for the right opportunity. I look up as I hear the bedroom door opening. The King walks in with the Queen behind him. I can't help but smile when I see him; damn, I beat him good.

" I'm your king, I'm Silver I don't have family nor friends, I was born to take what is mine, which is my throne, follow me or die, that's my only offer. " ............................. To be continued

My feet got sore until I couldn't run again, I fell and rose again. I didn't pay attention to the blisters on my feet as I ran. "Here she is. Do you think you can run forever? We got you at last!" A voice spat in the air grabbing my arms roughly and throwing my back on the floor. Sounds of footsteps walk closer to me. "Tie and bring her here to me." I looked up in pain but to my surprise, I saw Adams William, Heir to the king of Icelandic.

“Why now? Why reveal yourself?” “Because the King has risen,” Isadora said, eyes flashing. “And he’s not coming to reclaim a throne. He’s coming to purge what he once ruled.” They camped that night at the edge of the Weeping Grove, where ancient trees cried black sap into the soil. Isadora brought news—and none of it was good. “The King’s heart was corrupted centuries before the Queen even fell to flame. He’s... not a savior. He’s a relic of wrath, a godless tactician who fed on prophecy like a parasite.”

The third car, however, stops directly in front of where I’m working. Sawdust coats my arms and chest. Blisters and splinters have turned my hands to leather. I’m unprepared and unsure how to act when the Alpha King of the Roguelands steps out of the passenger seat and looks right at me. I bow my head. I know how this goes. I grew up on an Alpha King’s knee while my own people bowed in a similar fashion to him, and me, their future king. That future is ash and dust now.

The next thing I felt a cold breath on my neck and sank its teeth on my flesh. “GET OFF ME!” I snapped soon as I remember the angry face of my king. He’d never let someone taste my blood but him. I did not know how it happened but all of them were thrown away and I get back on my feet. Despite my unstable stand I manage to peruse everyone around me. “To whom tastes my blood shall be killed.” It seemed crazy that I spoke out of my will. My sight spun and went blurry. Soon it was all dark. --- I jerked out from my unconsciousness, and I almost fell—