Semua Bab The Alpha's Golden-eyed Seer: Bab 21 - Bab 30

When she entered the office, Mr. King had already arrived. She paused at the doorway, her mouth agape. The man whom she had never seen anything but dressed to his nines, looking perfect at all times, now had a haggard look on his face.“Good morning, sir,” she mumbled a greeting and hoped that she was successful in concealing her concern. Her eyes subtly skimmed over his face when he looked at her. Tired eyes blinked back before his gaze returned to the file that he was flipping through. Her gaze then flickered to the already steaming mug of coffee on the table. She felt a pang of disappointment in her chest. Summe bit her lip and trudged towards her cabin. She sneaked another glance before entering her work haven.On the one hand, she was thankful for the lack of queries thrown her way, but on the other hand, she was disappointed by the lack of response from his side altogether. She let out an inaudible sigh and switched on the computer. She cl

Dorian’s face ashened as realisation hit him like an avalanche. At the back of his mind, he had realised what she might be, and maybe even Kai had figured it out, but he had chosen to deny the truth. His father’s body lying in the pool of blood flashed across his mind and he hurriedly blinked as if to dismiss them, as if an image so traumatising and permanent would vanish. “How...how did you know?” he asked, sounding a little dazed. Vulcan’s smile became rueful. “She looks a lot like Ophelia, almost like her if I daresay. I was almost stunned and for a moment I thought that I was looking at her, that she had come back.” His voice sounded distant, and Dorian had to look away. He felt uneasy when the Fae king looked so...vulnerable. “We all know what ha

Summer was torn between the urge to run from there and pretend that she hasn’t heard a thing and walk into the room and confront them, and demand answers from them. Her legs feel heavy, she wants to move but she can’t. What did she hear just now? That she is not human?  “A monster! She is a monster!” Mrs. white’s screams echo in her mind. Before she knows, she is walking into the living room and facing twin shocked faces. “Summer?” She hears Barbara call her cautiously.  “What am I?” she asks, the desperation and fury leaking into her tone. Liam and Barbara exchanged worried glances, a silent message is conveyed between them while Summer stares at them, expectantly, tiredly.  “Sit,” the older woman finally says. Summer plops on the couch, her legs giving away. She won’t be surprised by anything any

Summer couldn’t breathe. Even Mr. King had stilled, and that inaction spoke volumes. Her heart started pounding and dread settled in her gut.“What does this mark mean?” Her voice quivered as slowly the bits and pieces, Barbara’s sudden query, and her boss’ impulsive actions started to fall in place. The picture was still a little blurry though, but not for long.    “Mr. King….what does this mark mean?” She never knew that her voice could be so assertive, but when a person is pushed and pushed until their back hits the wall, even a mild-mannered creature will become ferocious.    He doesn’t meet her eye when he mutters, “Rejection mark.” This draws another sharp inhale from Summer. Her limbs felt weak, but she did not let herself falter, not in front of him. “Rejection mark...means we -we are mates?” She knew the answer to t

Summer released a shallow breath. She swallowed wetly, her throat clicking dry. “I…” She trailed off. Her throat tightened. “You what?” her boss rumbled from the other end. A teardrop splashed on the duvet, the fabric soaking it. She sniffled despite not wanting to. “Wouldn’t...wouldn’t that be better?” she asked, her voice shaking and slightly strangled.  “Miss Laurent, that is not professionalism. Our private matters shouldn’t affect our professional lives,” Mr. King said firmly. Summer closed her eyes to hold back tears. So that’s what it was? Professionalism?  “I am not like you, Mr. King,” she said curtly. She would have been horrified the next second in any other situation. She would have stuttered an apology, but her emotions were everywhere. Her boss was disrespecting her choice and on the contrary, making her feel even worse than she alread