All Chapters of The Alpha King's Possession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MORGANA The moment I had uttered those words, I felt Kian’s intense hurt and anger before he slammed his walls up and blocked me off. That hurt more than the pain that consumed me. His unspoken barrier that shunned me. I don’t know if it was the state I was in, but his silence was eating up at me. I did my best to try to calm my emotions, but I knew with his walls up he wouldn’t be able to sense my emotions anyway. Kian… I was too exhausted to argue, but I couldn’t bear to see him like this. I loved him, not Orrian. I just wish I could show him that… right now I was far too weakened to even reason with him. One of the men motioned for us to stop and I heard the sound of thundering hooves before a white stallion came galloping towards us, with non-other than Orrian himself upon it. He hadn't changed at all, despite it being a few decades since we had seen each other. His long blond hair still as perfect as ever, his angled jaw and those flawless features so tr

MORGANA He turned his head slightly when I called him, but he had his walls up, I couldn’t sense his emotions. I walked towards him, my heart squeezing painfully. I wrapped my arms around his bare waist tightly from behind and rested my head against his back, relishing in the tingles that coursed through me like a storm I welcomed. "You are my world Kian, I don’t see life without you, I don’t want a life without you… I don’t want to live a day without you. I love you more than anything, so don’t ever feel guilty for making me yours. Because even if you didn’t do it to save my life, I would have wanted you to mark me anyway." I said, I could feel his heart racing and my own was no less. He didn’t answer and I felt a sting of hurt. "Kian... We love one another, I'm not meant to feel like you will shut me out at any time... I don’t like this. You are the only one I will ever love, you or no one. You know that." I didn’t bother hiding the pain in my voice. I hate

KIAN I had refused to wear the elven style clothes; they were a little too fucking feminine for me. I chose to opt for the most suitable pants and shirt I had packed. I did accept some boots and a belt though. I didn’t need a crown or any extravagant crap to make it clear that I was the Alpha King. I was wearing a black shirt, black pants and the boots that were dark brown. I was a little annoyed that Morgana had been pulled away from me to get ready, or rather, I had been removed from our bedroom. Two hours had passed and I had not seen her still. I was ready and pacing the hall, with none other than the pretty boy as company, who was obviously in all white… Maybe I was being a little fucking petty, but yeah, I was not going to wear the same colour as him. I looked at him, having a question that had been at the front of my mind, and one I may not have the chance to ever ask again… "What is it Alpha Kian? You certainly wish to ask me something." Orria

MORGANA It took us two nights to reach the Sanguine Empire and infiltrate the border patrol, making our way through to the palace undetected. I knew all the ins and outs of this place, it had not been hard at all. We were now in my old bedroom. To my surprise, it was well dusted and kept clean, yet there was no one using it and neither had my things been removed… "It’s strange." I whispered, looking around my room, the nostalgic memories of me spending time in this room returning strongly… Oh, how it felt like decades ago… "What is?" Kian said, staring at my wall of weapons. "This wall is impressive." "Thanks, I selected that dagger to kill you with from here." I smirked, my smile fading when I realised it had been placed back on the wall where it belonged. Weird… My brother had wanted me gone, I'm surprised he didn’t burn everything I ever owned, so why was this room kept like this? My heart skipped a beat when I reali

MORGANA The following day, Kian once again laid low whilst I left to talk to my brother. Blood had been sent to my room, but there was only one type I drank now, and that was my mates. The handsome, god-like man who was everything a girl could dream of and more. I had pulled on a high neck, sleeveless, maroon crushed velvet dress which fell to the floor with slits down each side, paired with a small tiara and heels. I had decided I would visit my brother’s quarters, because I really wanted to see my nephew! With Azrael, he surely wouldn’t even let me look at him. I looked down at the pouch in my hand. It wasn’t much... But it was the first time that I was meeting my nephew, so I wouldn’t come empty-handed. The guards that flanked the doors of the king’s quarters didn’t look surprised to see me, it seemed word had gotten around that I was back. They bowed to me and I smiled faintly. "Let the queen know that I’m here." I stated. One of t