All Chapters of The alpha's broken slave: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alora. I couldn't sleep the rest of the night. I laid awake, staring at the ceiling until the sun broke the horizon and I heard Lana and the girls arrive. I wasted no time in taking my bath, putting on a white long skirt, a black blouse and the slippers Ares had gotten for me. I noticed my hair had changed back to its black color and I sighed, staring at myself in the mirror. The cuts on my face have healed, and I realized this was the first time my face was bare with no bruises or injuries from the constant abuse from Jax. I looked down at my wrist where the shackled had left a permanent bruise and it was partly gone. Almost blending with my pale skin. Even the cuts under my feet were gone too, I couldn't feel the tiny stings anymore. There were still some scars over my body though and the most prominent of them all, my brand. I ran my fingers over the burnt skin, Jax's name marred on the left side of my stomach like a second skin, claiming me as his despite being far away f

Ares. The day had been hectic with taking the Elder around the pack. He had to get updates on what was happening in the pack. And he had scolded me on letting an intruder in the pack, rebuking my scouts and warriors on their skills. Then he had questioned me on why I was letting Marco live, but I told him we needed some information on Jax. Most days, I wondered if Jax pack was getting the same treatment I was getting from the elders. He was as much a monster as I was, a beast who was as hungry as blood as I was. Ezra had ignored me when I asked, saying it was none of my business and telling me to focus on my own pack. Despite knowing the war and hatred between me and Jax. He had to be on the white moon pack side. While the elders say and watch the fight between me and Jax Pentagon. The Blood Moon Pack and the White Moon Pack. It was no news that they were probably rooting for The White Moon Pack secretly, since it was a taboo to take sides as the council of werewolves. Th

Ares. Alora was happy was the biggest understatement of the evening. She was excited, joyful and every word you could use to describe someone Inna state of so much happiness. Her black hair bounced excitedly as the crowd cheered at the start of the game. And when I thought her violet eyes couldn't look any more beautiful. They captured everyone in the room, including my attention. They shone vibrantly in the hall under its bright lights. Her smile was so wide, spreading from one end of her cheek to the other as she clapped together with the crowd. I stood at the side of the stage, just watching her until the host spoke again, dragging my attention to her once more. The host was a younger woman like myself, she had very short black hair in a pixie cut and her brown eyes watched us in a silent agreement, hoping for our cooperation. Hell, yeah! Alora had already shown she was smarter than I thought, and she was already winning. I didn't want to look like a loser Alpha and I w

Ares. I slammed the door to Alora's room angrily and a pang of guilt tore through me. Her teary violet eyes haunted me, and that fear that was almost gone was back making me feel like shit. However, it didn't stop the tiny prick of hurt that stung my heart at having realized that everything had been planned. It wasn't even what I had been expecting from Alora or Isabel. And I was shocked to think they would even do that. I could feel my anxiety building up with every moment Ezra breathed down my neck. His eyes watching me like a hawk and waiting for me to make a slight mistake. I didn't have time to go down to the theaters and play a couples game. I sighed, running my hand through my hair as I walked away from Alora's door, trying as much as possible to not look back. Fuck! I shouldn't have torn those concert tickets. It was no news for everyone at the estate that Alora had fallen in love with the famous musician known as Ed Sheeran. I had heard her listen to him with Raya

Alora. "Who did this?" I asked, looking up at Ares who stared at me silently. Watching me carefully. "My family." Ares responded, tearing his eyes away from me to look at his wrist. There was a deep scar that pierced through the other side of his wrist. That was a scar I had seen a lot of times on Ares. While the other ones were new. There was so much about Ares that I didn't know. He was powerful, but there seemed to be someone else beneath the facade. And I found myself curious about it. But as usual, Ares threw those walls back up, hitting my hand away from his chest before glaring at me. "You're going back to your room." He said, before he started down the hallway angrily, slamming his foot heavily on the cold hard floor. I didn't move, I couldn't move. Not after I had seen that. "Why aren't you healing?" I asked, confusion filled my face before I looked up to Ares who had stopped in his tracks. A dark aura surrounded him and I wanted to step back in fear. But I could