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Chapter 20
The communication office is a spacious room with numerous screens and numerous people sitting in front of them.
Malcolm walks swiftly, leading me from behind the booths before any one of them turns and notices us. We saunter to the right end where an open door awaits me. When I enter, a man, with grey streaking his hair from the sides and a stoic expression on his face, bows low. "Your Majesty," he says, his voice hoarse and heavy. "The line is ready. Do send for me when you are done." Just like that he slips to the side and leaves. I swallow an invisible lump down my throat as I pick up the thing. Would Rey want me to call him? Or would he tell me how stupid I am for doing so when he clearly told me to stay away? How did he react to me being mated to the king? A million questions swirl around my head, the answers nowhere to be found unless I call. My grip on the phone tightens. Leave, he had said. But I didRelated chapters
The King of Alphas Chapter 21
Malcolm serves me looks full of pity and genuine sorrow as I amble aimlessly through the empty corridors, passing by various rows of offices in the palace. During this time I find out that the palace is divided into three core sections that further branches into wings. The first section is the public square, where the whole kingdom's affairs are handled. The throne room is also present there. The second section is the pack square, where pack affairs are handled. It is where Noah's and his court is located—War room, meeting rooms, guest rooms, offices, everything. The third section, crooned into the bed of a mountain, is where I just came from. I have now walked almost every empty lane in the pack square, as most pack members are dispersed and distracted in work as their superiors are occupied in the war room with my mate. Malcolm does not meet my eyes, wordlessly following wherever I go, and only speaking when I turn to a section of the palace
The King of Alphas Chapter 22
No elevator leads to the interrogation rooms—a glorified name for a torture cell, in my opinion—so we climb down an infinite number of stairs. The atmosphere grows heavier with each step. The concrete walls here are thick and cold, with the faint echo of dripping water occasionally punctuating the silence. Finally we reach a heavy steel door, its surface scratched and worn from use. Malcolm pushes it open, revealing a dimly lit corridor. The light flickers intermittently. The air is dank, carrying a faint scent of iron and decay. But I can see everything, further confirming my senses are now intact again. Malcolm leads me down the corridor, past several heavy doors, each marked with a small, scratched metal plate indicating different sections—Interrogation, Holding Cells, Evidence Storage. We pass a few holding cells, their barred fronts casting long shadows in the faint light. Inside, the cells are bare, save for a single cot and sorry excuse for a toilet. The place is practica
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Haze does not look up as I enter the room. He does not seem to even notice as I take a place at one of the chairs in middle, until I say, "You seem comfortable." He looks up at me lazily, through heavy lashes, thickened with sleep and wolfsbane. Silence. Then his eyes crinkle, his head tips back and all I can hear is the ricochets of his loud, reverberating laughter. I grit my teeth, willing patience in my nerves. If I kill him here, how much questions will that raise? Many, a voice says. I don't think killing someone would be an ideal position for me to gain trust of my new found mate's court, whose resources I very dearly need. So I quietly settle for a glare and gesture him to take a seat. His gaze narrows but he obeys, standing with poorly hidden lethargy and dropping down with a careless thud. "I should've known you would weasel your way out.""I should've known you would be such a pain in the ass.""Well, we need some c
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"All accept ksei, Noah Silverton as their King?" Noah knew he could be challenged for the throne any moment. Then he would have to fight and kill, only to land back at the dais, in front of the Elders of Vermiculo Pack. A pack Noah would be made Alpha of a day after. The coronation before the marking demonstrated that he was to be a King before an Alpha. And challenging the strongest werewolf on land would be folly, yet there was a moment of silence for anyone to arise one. On his knees, with a wolf's bane flower and a moon stone in either hand, Noah held his breath. He was only eighteen, being handed the throne three years after his father's death, from the clutches of a hungry council who enjoyed their interim rule over Utrif. He was not prepared for this. But now he had to pretend he was. And he could take on a challenger, couldn't he? Uncertainty clouded his vision for a moment. He shook it away. The coronation was something made to be after the first kingdo
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Leona To kill or be killed. That is all it is for Rogues—was for me. No alternative. No say in what I was, where I was and how I was. One path, choice, way and life. Bloodshed. Now, however, I am to be grateful for breathing air in the open and that alone. The tide grows weak every second indicating the sun's arrival. The salty, cold breezes are continuous and harsh. I snuggle closer in the warmth of my jacket, ignoring the buzz of my cellphone. Seconds stretch into long minutes. Sighing out loud, I push myself off the side-walk's railing, seize my cellphone out and with much reluctance, pick up the call. "Yes?" I answer dryly. "Did it help?" the voice is deep, threatening and filled with pent up rage. "What helped?" "Being an idiot and going out in the open at this time." I roll my eyes, knowing the new Alpha can't see me in the least. "Seri sea wall. Taking a stroll." "Your location is the least of my concerns, Leona," he says. "I am the least of your concerns, R
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Longing roils in the pit of my stomach as I set foot inside my pack building after weeks. Everything reminds me of him. Every single detail screams of his absence. Death is unforeseen and unsought. It comes knocking at your door and suddenly life doesn't make sense. From the moment I was found by Alpha Renier half dead at the outskirts of their vacation home's hunting grounds, he considered me his own. The pack wasn't given much of an explanation about how the Alpha family suddenly had a new daughter. Most considered me to be an illegitimate child. This made Aria, Alpha Reiner's wife hate me even more. And she made her disdain pretty evident, further feeding the rumours until they became half truths for everyone. Rey, on the other hand, simply did not care. It was like I was never there. Like I didn't matter. I am shaken out of my trance when a there's a sudden pick in my heart beat. It thumps rapidly and continuously. I suddenly feel heavy for some reason.
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My feet are stuck in place. My heartbeat is fast. But not because I am scared. I... am happy. There's a certain dizziness that envelopes me whole, heightening my senses. I can feel everything. I can hear everything. My wolf is at the surface. I only feel excitment even though death is directly knocking at my door now. My wolf howls in delight. I feel heavy. Almost as if something is pulling me. "Where are they?" Rey asks. "They are at the embassy," Haze replies. The wave of relief that washes over me and Rey is shared. But then he adds, "however, the head of delegation, along with ten others is here. He is in an audience with the elders right now." Rey swears under his breath. "The meeting is in a week. What is their purpose of coming a week prior" "Due to serious threats to the delegation, there was a sudden change in plans as a security precaution. The Union has decided for the meeting to take place tomorrow. We have just been notified." "Security
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"Mate," he says, his voice a silent thunder, a command. As if, he knows who I am, he is just making sure everyone else does either. I have heard stories about this. How you just know. A blessing. No matter who you are, how you are, what kind you are, a blessing for all. But somehow I led myself to believe I was an exception. I have never been so happy to be proven wrong. I raise my hand. He can't be real. I breathe in. I have a mate. I breathe out. My palm touches the fabric of his cursed mask and everything falls into place. I sigh, a wave of gratification rendering me breathless for a whole minute. He's real. "Mine," I gasp, more shocked than joyful. My mate likes that. The slight crinkles under his eyes show that. His eyes are sharp, sweeping through every inch, every corner of me. I do the same. Though, there is not much to find. A dark cloack, a dark mask and a dark cap. All I can see is his eyes. A part of me screams to rip the cloth off his face
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