Lahat ng Kabanata ng Captured by the Alpha King: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The house seemed to crackle with an intangible tension, as if the very air had thickened with unease. The impending ceremony loomed overhead, casting a shadow of anticipation and anxiety over every corner of the house. It was in this charged atmosphere that Hera, driven by a potent mix of jealousy and anger, unleashed her wrath upon Lisa.Hera's actions were calculated and deliberate, as she sought to sow seeds of doubt and distress in Lisa's path. Every opportunity became a stage for her torment, a chance to showcase her superiority and belittle her rival. Her words dripped with venom, cutting through the air like shards of glass, as she taunted and ridiculed Lisa at every turn.The mere sight of Hera parading her dress for the upcoming event was a deliberate act of provocation, a calculated move designed to ignite the flames of envy within Lisa's heart. She reveled in the power she held over her rival, relishing every ounce of discomfort she could inflict. The malicious glint in her

The dress Hera had just set her eyes on was something close to being heavenly and perfect. Each stitch, each shimmering thread, whispered tales of opulence and exclusivity. It was a dress that exuded luxury, a testament to refined taste and impeccable craftsmanship. Hera's gaze danced along the seams, her mind racing to unravel the enigma of its origin.The weight of the dress in her hands hinted at its price tag, a cost that spoke volumes of its value. She couldn't help but marvel at its worth, her imagination drifting to the extravagant boutiques and esteemed designers that might have birthed such a masterpiece. Yet, as she searched for clues to its provenance, her efforts met a frustrating dead end.Frustration creased her brow as she reluctantly released her hold on the dress, allowing it to cascade back onto the bed. Her mind churned with questions, each one more pressing than the last. Where had Lisa acquired such a remarkable treasure? Was it a gift from Adrien, a gesture that

Hera's anger crackled in the air like an electric current, its intensity impossible to ignore. As the tension escalated, a hushed silence fell upon the onlookers, their curious gazes now fixated on the brewing storm that threatened to engulf the room. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation, as if the slightest misstep could ignite the powder keg of Hera's fury.Adrien, ever perceptive and quick-thinking, sensed the urgency of the moment. His eyes darted between Hera's seething expression and the growing audience around them, understanding the need to diffuse the situation before it spiraled out of control. In a graceful motion, he maneuvered himself closer to Hera, their bodies now intimately pressed together on the pulsating dance floor.The subtle shift in Adrien's approach spoke volumes. With each step, each sway of their bodies, he conveyed a message of closeness and reassurance.His touch, once casual, now held a purposeful intention - to soothe and calm the tempest brewing w

Hera's words hung in the air like a poison, contaminating the once joyous atmosphere with a palpable tension.Lisa's heart pounded in her chest, her breathing shallow as she absorbed the weight of Hera's accusations. The room seemed to shrink around her, the once-friendly faces of the crowd now distorted by judgment and disdain.Every word that spilled from Hera's lips felt like a dagger, each syllable piercing Lisa's already wounded spirit. Her face flushed with a mix of anger and humiliation, a torrent of emotions swirling within her.The weight of Hera's accusations threatened to suffocate her, as if the room itself conspired against her, closing in on her with its suffocating grip.As Hera's voice rose, her tone dripping with superiority, Lisa could feel the eyes of the crowd burning into her. Whispers and murmurs spread like wildfire, carrying Hera's accusations and amplifying them with each passing moment.The weight of the room bore down on her shoulders, threatening to crush h

Adrien, his voice resonating with authority, insisted that the man should have the opportunity to speak for himself. The tension in the room intensified as all eyes turned to the man, waiting for his response. A heavy silence hung in the air, pregnant with anticipation and uncertainty.The man, his expression a mix of nervousness and apprehension, stood frozen, unsure of how to navigate the precarious situation he found himself in.The weight of judgment bore down on him, threatening to drown out his voice. But before he could gather his thoughts and summon the courage to defend himself, Lisa, her face etched with determination, intervened.With swift and deliberate steps, Lisa moved toward the man, her eyes blazing with a fire fueled by a potent mix of anger and protectiveness.Her grip on his arm was firm, as though she was asserting her position as his staunch advocate, leading him away from the prying eyes and hostile atmosphere.Their departure from the center of attention was a