All Chapters of Enslaved To The Alpha King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

[Xavier’s POV] A chilly wind swept through the air, and she shuddered a bit and snuggled closer to me while I tightened my arms around her; trying to keep her warm as she pressed her head closer to my chest, her heart beating rhythmically in sync with mine. My eyelashes fluttered as I finally opened my eyes, defying sleep. It was dawn already, and soon, she would wake up to smile. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be regretting our one night stand. I wasn’t very good at calming people down. The memories of last night flashed through my mind, and for the first time in a very long time, a smile found its way to my lips. Most days, I minded my business, but when I had seen her being taunted and sexualised by rogues, I hadn’t been able to keep my anger in and for the first time, I had gotten myself involved in someone else’s business. Rustling. I heard rustling among the bushes, but for a moment, I thought it was probably a squirrel. However, when I heard the sound of it again, I knew better. Th

[Xavier’s POV] The funeral had gone by smoothly, but I was certain that my father wasn’t resting. How could he do so when his killers were alive and well? The messenger had come back to report that the so-called traitorous Omega clan had disappeared from their home, and the trackers were currently searching for them. My blood boiled with anger, and I had been pacing around the throne room deep in thoughts, with Jeffrey, standing by my right-hand side, just looking on. I was waiting for answers, I was waiting to see the heads of the traitors lying before my feet, I was waiting to see the entire family of those Omegas destroyed totally. I was drowning in sorrow, for my father was no more and I had become an orphan; and anger, because he had been murdered unjustly by a group of peasants. Even thinking of it made my brows crease in frustration. If I could get a hold on any one of them, I’d be sure to strangle them with my own bare hands. “The head-tracker is here,” Roman, my cousin who

[Xavier’s POV] “Veronica, when did you get back?” I asked, pulling her from my embrace. “Just last night. I heard what happened, and I am so sorry. I wish I had been there, maybe I could have helped or something,” she said. “No, it’s not an issue. Thanks for sharing your condolences though,” I said to her. Apart from Jeffrey and Roman, the only other person I had been friends with since we were children was Veronica Emmet. Her father was the Chief Adviser and Head of all the elders, and her elder brother was the Head of all the warriors, while her uncle managed a district area in the Pack’s territory. She was very ladylike, and had gone to spend the summer holidays with her cousins in the other side of town. She was always neat, practical, courteous and was the typical rich pampered princess, but she was really fun to hang out with. “Won’t you offer me a seat?” she asked, taking off her gloves. “Forgive my manners,” I said, then led her by the hand, and that was when I saw the g

[Xavier’s POV] I went into the throne room, feeling enraged and annoyed all at once. She had dared to speak to me in a manner no one would have tried, not considering her status or the fact that she was now my prisoner. “Perhaps, I’ve been too soft on her,” I muttered to myself. “By “her", do you mean Layla Clayton?” I heard Jeffrey ask. I looked up, only to see him standing right in the middle of the throne room, much to my surprise. “I didn’t know you were here,” I noted, approaching the throne gently, after which I sat down. “Of course, you didn’t. You seemed deeply engrossed in your thoughts. What happened?” he inquired. I shook my head dismissively. “You shouldn’t bother yourself with that. So, why are you here? Have you gotten information about the girl?” I asked. “Yes, I have. Apparently, her mother isn’t from these parts and had an affair with her father. Her birth was hidden from his wife and children until her mother suddenly died when she was five years old and her f

[Xavier’s POV] A general meeting of all the elders in the Pack had been scheduled as one hadn’t been held since the passing of my father. My aunt, Lady Millicent had spoken so much about how I needed to address the elders as their new Alpha, and even though I would rather be doing something fun right now, I agreed to meet them, and so far, it wasn’t going well. “Is it that you do not respect the elders anymore? If you don’t have the balls to punish a werecoyote, how are we sure you can lead the Pack well?” an elder asked, expressing distaste on his face. Of course, I didn’t respond. I was busy drumming my fingers on the edge of my seat, waiting for them to stop blabbing. “This is the second time he would be doing this. The first time, he let that Omega girl live, and now, not only did he let the werecoyote go scot free, he also provided him with a job. What a disgrace!” another elder contributed. “Is that all? Are you done?” I asked, several moments later. They looked away, not s