All Chapters of The Alpha's Slave Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

George woke from his dream, panting and confused. He looked around at the remnants of his small fire and the bones from his roasted meat. The forest was just as dark and quiet as before. "That made no sense," he muttered to himself. "This is already exhausting." He had never felt special in his life as a werewolf. Loneliness and hiding,secret informant were more familiar to him.He wasn't sure if the confusing event had been a dream or reality, as it had all felt so tangible. Still, he realized he remained at the campsite where he had lit a fire and eaten meat that night. As George's mind raced with thoughts of the "moon marked girl," the dream had come. But it made no sense, he thought doubtfully. Had he thought about the girl too much? Though George had never felt this unusual calling as a werewolf, the supposed "quest" already exhausted him. Perhaps Esme, who had sent him gone from their Hazel-wood, had another motive besides finding the lunar girl? But George dismissed that

I woke up feeling refreshed and invigorated, thanks to the weaving session I had attended the previous night. It had helped me calm down and feel like I was back in my real home, the Blue Moon Park. For once, I felt like I belonged somewhere, and it was a great feeling. Unfortunately, my current residence at the Crescent Moon Park was killing me. The way people behaved there was disgusting, and I couldn't understand how the majority of the people could be so impolite.After taking a shower, I applied some cream on my body, and I chuckled to myself that I didn't waste time trying to look good. Unlike many of my gender, I knew that I still looked beautiful and nice without makeup. My best friend Magda would always tell me that, but sometimes, I couldn't help but feel like I was living a low life.As I thought about going to my new place of work, I knew that I had to brace myself for whatever lay ahead. In a few minutes, I would be off to cover my duties and chores, and I only hoped tha

The physician continues to work quietly and methodically through the stack of books in front of him. I do my best to mirror his focused yet gentle approach as I sort through pamphlets and scrolls. Though he did not elaborate on his cryptic reference to his late father, I sense that his past still weighs on him at times. There is a weariness behind his wise eyes, a resignation in his shoulders that speaks of burdens carried long enough to become habit. Yet there is also a calm patience in his manner, an ability to lose himself in the tasks at hand. As he turns the fragile pages of an aged manuscript, his expression softens into one of wonder. The mysteries within these stories and diagrams still captivate him after years of seeking wisdom between these shelves. This library offers solace and new insights in equal measure, nourishing a thirst for knowledge that never fully quenches. I come to realize that the physician's devotion to preserving this place signifies more th

I awoke on the frigid stone floor of my dark cell, shivering and disoriented. The events of the previous day came flooding back: discovering the book, being hauled away by castle guards. Despair gripped me anew as I realized I was still imprisoned, with no end in sight. The cell was bare, devoid of comfort. A bucket in the corner served as my only amenity. I curled in on myself, shaking with cold and fear. What crimes did they assume I had committed based on that little book? Would I ever see the light of day again? Hours passed as I drifted in and out of restless sleep. My stomach rumbled with hunger but I had no way to satisfy it. The cell remained dark and silent, offering no clues as to the fate that awaited me. After what felt like days, though it could only have been hours, I heard footsteps approaching. A jailer appeared, eyeing me coldly through the cell bars. "The Alpha king requests your presence," he grumbled, unlocking the door. My heart leapt - perhaps I w

I thanked the maid that helped me and requested her name - she told me it was Eva. I was so grateful for her assistance and as we talked, I caught the aroma of well cooked dried fish with rice sauce. I maintained my composure in front of Eva, thinking I wouldn't disgrace myself as the daughter of the late great Alpha Mathias by begging for food; petty act.I gave Eva a nod and expressed my profound gratitude once again for her kindness. My father, the late Alpha Mathias, raised me to always show appreciation for any act of goodwill, no matter how small. Though I tried to maintain my composure in front of Eva, I couldn't help but feel a growing grumble in my stomach at the delightful aroma wafting from the dining area. It had been days since I last had a proper meal, though as the daughter of late Alpha Mathias, I refused to let that show. My face remained stoic, giving away nothing of my inner hunger. Eva, for her part, seemed nonplussed by my rumbling stomach and did not comment on