All Chapters of The King's Rebel: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The goddess watered the prickly shrubs in her garden while humming to herself. She seemed to be strangely fascinated by them. She wasn't sure if it was because of their pointed horns or because the shrub would grow them pointed all winter long before sheathing them to allow the spring flowers to bloom on them.She enjoyed the fact that they might be as perilous and exposed as the circumstances called for.She heard one of her nymphs clearing her throat behind her while she was busy caring for the flowers. "What's that?" The goddess questioned while casting a hard glance at the nymph behind her. The nymph said, "The messenger is here again," as she stood up apprehensively.The goddess cocked an eyebrow in response, turned fully to face the nymph, and inquired, "What does he want this time?" The nymph replied with her head slightly lowered and her eyes fixed on the ground, "He claims the king of the underworld has delivered an important message for you."The nymph's statement immediat

-HER- I couldn't get the encounter out of my head. I made my way home through the pitch-black, icy forest with my thumping heart and my worried snow leopard, Dal.Though I was most perplexed by the Lycan King's unexpected and odd hourly arrival in Zeifa. He must have been called here for a very important reason. I tried my best to block out his thoughts. I didn't want to be paired with the vicious monster that he was. He was a lycan, the King of Lycans, not even a werewolf. They had a reputation for being brutal and cold.The songs would be better lived alone than with him. His reputation was already damaged, but the fact that he continued to pursue my leopard despite knowing that it belonged to me further damaged his image. Whether it was my mate or not, I wouldn't put up with anyone putting my snow leopard in danger.What have you been doing? As soon as I entered my wing through the rear entrance, my mother questioned me. Even though I knew it was already quite dark outside, she s

My heart was racing as I was left just staring at the letter. Fresh blood was found on the parchment. Its source of blood puzzled me. Did Dal own it? As I kept thinking about it, I became agitated. Is it true that he killed my leopard? Despite my immediate desire to meet Dal, something about the letter piqued my interest. Perhaps it was my eagerness to see what he had in store for me, or perhaps it was just the power of our shared tie at work. We hadn't even been together for a day when I started to feel defeated. I thought about going to Lawrence and asking him to speak with Lucian and give my leopard back. I didn't want to take the chance, despite how alluring the concept appeared. If I didn't follow his orders, what if he did something awful to Dal? Even simply thinking about it made my head hurt. Already, I was so frustrated. Again, I knew that he wouldn't just hand me my leopard so easily, but I still wanted to approach him and ask him for it. He seems to enjoy playing games, t

-HER- For the second time today, I stumbled. Before the portal closed behind him and made a crackling sound, Dal jumped out of it. I sat there for a while, my mind trying to make sense of everything that had transpired up to this point as my heart raced in my chest. Dal was happily rubbing himself all over me while licking me clean. He seemed relieved to be back with me. I threw my hands around Dal and gave him a strong hug as I sobbed once everything finally hit my brain and I regained consciousness. I had truly missed him. I had been so anxious for him. Although I was relieved that my leopard was unharmed, I didn't enjoy how Lucian and I ended up getting along.I had no interest in him at all. Even my wolf felt something off about him. First of all, he was distinct from me. My type was inferior to his, and they ruled with far more ruthlessness. I was aware of his administration's treatment of women. They were in an unsafe environment there. I suppose that now that I've personally m

Athena's POVAs I looked down at the women in front of me, I leaned back in my throne. As I looked at all of their faces, the thought of getting a headache danced on my forehead. With each face, I felt more and more upset.As Amoux brought more women into the room, a small crease began to form between my eyebrows."What is it?" I asked with a mix of anger and irritation in my voice. Seeing all these faces I didn't know made me mad. I hated being in a crowd.Amoux frowned when I asked him my question, and then he looked at the women, confused, and then back at me."Why? Didn't you tell me to bring them?" He asked in a hurry. I could also tell that he was upset by the lines on his face. We were having more trouble than I thought because of this.All because of that stupid bond between mates.I took a deep breath to get myself back together. I was about to lose my cool. I didn't realize how hard it would be."I told you how I wanted them, the women," I said, glaring angrily at the women.