All Chapters of THE CURSED ALPHA; HIS SUBSTITUTE BREEDER: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Finally, Aloha turned back, wanting to go back to her room until an idea struck her mind---An idea of how to save herself, then she started on her tracks wanting to find George's room. After a while Aloha's heart was pounding as she stumbled out of the hallway, gasping for air. She had been running for what seemed like forever, trying to find her way through the maze-like palace to George's room. But the endless twists and turns had only left her more lost and confused. She found it difficult to locate George's room as she was not familiar with the palace and had a tendency to forget directions. Aloha navigated through the unfamiliar palace hallway, she spotted a figure emerging from a nearby doorway. It was none other than Marcus, the notorious playboy prince, who had his arm wrapped around a stunning woman. Aloha observed as he leaned in to kiss the woman's cheek, feeling a pang of disgust as she watched his flirtatious behavior. Aloh couldn't quite understand why she felt so bot

Aloha was shaking as she walked along the quiet road, her heart beating heavily. Everywhere was dark, unable to know where she was, and she hadn't come in contact with anyone, making her shuddering. She felt so scared walking alone in the darkness, she wondered how she got here in the first place, she tried going into the memory lane of how she got here but nothing seemed to pop out. Suddenly, she caught the glimpse of a dim light infiltrating the darkness, she knitted her brows in relief and followed the trail of the light. She wrapped her hands around her shoulder as she walked timidly and anxiously following the light, all she wanted was to reach the light hurriedly. She felt there was a shadow trailing after her, instilling more fear in her, she jumped as a chirping penetrated into her ears. Oh!… she mumbled and felt relieved seeing, it was just a flying bird. Finally, she breathed deeply as she moved closer to the light until she was staring at the light intently. Her mout

Aloha had finally finished healing Effa, she had now finally been confirmed as the king's slave, and was on her way to be introduced to the other maids in the kitchen. She felt nervous as she walked in, knowing that her new position as a slave came with great responsibility and potential danger. Moreover, she couldn't forget what Marcus told her about being the king's personal slave. As Aloha entered the kitchen, she spotted Marcus across the room, surrounded by a group of maids. He caught her gaze and winked at her, but Aloha couldn't help feeling a sense of disgust when she noticed the woman standing next to him, stroking his hair, wondering why he chose to be a playboy. The woman, a beautiful and seductive-looking maid, noticed Aloha's disapproving look and smirked. “What's the matter, newbie?” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Jealous that Marcus isn't paying attention to you?” Aloha felt a flush of anger rise to her cheeks, but before she could reply, Jessica stepped

Aloha stepped into Daphne's room, she faced a daunting task. Daphne handed her a bunch of clothes to iron, even though there were people assigned to do that job. What made it worse was that Daphne specifically forbade Aloha from using the pressing machine and insisted she uses the iron instead. It was clear Daphne wanted to make her suffer. Reluctantly, Aloha accepted the clothes and exited her chambers to start ironing the clothes. As she pressed each piece of clothing, Aloha knew Daphne had purposely given her this task to make her miserable. Her hands tightened around the iron as she smoothed out a purple shirt that caught her eye. It looked so beautiful that she couldn't resist the temptation to try it on. Just as she was lost in her thoughts, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Aloha quickly dropped the iron on the clothes and turned to face the person approaching. "Hey," She greeted with a smile when she saw Little Effa standing, Effa looked adorable, but Aloha cou

Aloha rushed down the dimly lit hallway, her heart raced with fear. She had forgotten to remove the iron from Daphne's clothes, and now the burnt scent filled the air, foreshadowing the impending consequences. As she reached the scene, she was met with the furious gaze of Daphne, who stood there, staring at her ruined expensive shirt. Jessica stood a few steps away, observing the tense situation. In a soft, disappointed voice, Jessica questioned Aloha, "Where were you? You forgot to remove the iron from Daphne's clothes. Can you see what you've done?" Aloha's voice quivered as she apologized, "I'm so sorry, Jessica. I was in a hurry, and I completely forgot... Please believe me." Daphne's eyes burned with fury as she glared at Aloha. Her voice was laced with venom as she spat out her words, "How could you be so careless, you imbecile? Do you have any idea how much that shirt cost me? It's worth more than your entire existence!" Aloha's heart sank, and she timidly took a step closer