All Chapters of The Alpha's Slave Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Glenda's words had clearly hit a nerve with George. He appeared defensive and intimidated, his shoulders tensing up as he tried to brush off her comments. Glenda, on the other hand, seemed resolute in her convictions and wasn't about to back down.As the conversation continued, Daphne couldn't help but notice the fear in George's eyes. She knew that he was feeling overwhelmed and needed a break from the tension in the room. That's when she had an idea - taking George to Equinox.Equinox was a special event that was currently being celebrated in Hazelwood. It was a time of renewal and rebirth, when the day and night were of equal length. Daphne explained to George what the event was all about, hoping that it would help to ease his anxiety.George's face lit up with curiosity at the mention of Equinox. He had always been fascinated by the natural world and its rhythms. Daphne could see that the idea of attending the event had piqued his interest, and she felt relieved that she could offe

George's POV:Back at the lodge, I sat down with Daphne and tried to engage her in conversation about what had happened at the bonfire. I hoped she could shed some light on the strange mark of the moon and the painful sound that had distorted my hearing.Daphne listened attentively, but she didn't seem to have any answers for me. She suggested that maybe I was just tired and that my mind was playing tricks on me.As we talked, I couldn't help but notice Glenda standing in the corner of the room, watching us with an amused expression on her face. I felt my detest for her growing by the second. She always seemed to be lurking around, making snide comments and stirring up trouble.I decided to ignore her and focused on my conversation with Daphne. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see Glenda smirking at me, as if she knew something that I didn't.Feeling frustrated and uneasy, I excused myself and went to my room. I needed some space to clear my head and figure out what was going o

Rose's POV :I found myself back in the same place, staring at the blank white ceiling. It was a habit that helped me calm down and shift my focus. I had to do it often to keep my mind at ease.But now, my heart was pounding heavily as I tried to sneak out of Alex's castle. I couldn't do it. I looked at myself in irritation, frustrated with my sudden withdrawal from escaping.I hoped Bee was waiting for me outside, on the open path. But I was worried that she had been caught or had left without me. I felt guilty for putting her in this position."I'm sorry, Bee," I muttered under my breath. "This wasn't really my fault, but what do I tell her when she comes at me tomorrow feeling bad?"I fidgeted and scratched my hair, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. I had almost escaped successfully, but I had been stopped by the old chef Maggi. She had come all the way from her quarters at night just to remind me about the task tomorrow.I fumed with anger at the thought of the old woman's inte

Alex sank into his throne, filled with self-loathing over his failure to control his own wayward emotions. Rose may be a slave, but she had enslaved his heart, whether he liked it or not. There seemed no escape from this tortuous battle between responsibility and desire. His love for her was a flame that refused to be extinguished, even as it consumed him from within. For her part, Rose kept her head bowed demurely, though he sensed her watching him from beneath her long eyelashes. His omega. His traitorous mate. His forbidden love.Alex’s POV:Earlier I had felt the familiar tightening in my chest as Rose walked by. Her intoxicating scent wafted towards me, and I closed my eyes, letting it wash over me. I gritted my teeth, fighting back the urge to grab her and claim her soft, supple body. She is an omega, my slave, and yet she held an inexplicable power over me. Her beauty was unlike any other, ethereal and tantalizing. Those plump lips and captivating eyes have haunted my drea

Brenda’s POV:As I woke up in my bedroom to the sight of a beautiful sunset, I felt like it was going to be a great day. I walked out in my robe and woolley slippers, clearing the window curtains to let the light rays shine through.But as I headed to the bathroom, I noticed that my bathing water hadn't been prepared yet. This was one of my biggest pet peeves and it was enough to spoil my good mood."Celia!" I yelled out loud. Celia was our housekeeper and assistant to Mama Dan. She was around my age, 30 years old, with just a six-year age gap between us. But at that moment, I didn't care about her age. Her one job was to get my bath water ready and she had failed to do so.Celia arrived late to my calling, and I couldn't help but feel angry. I slapped her, and she stared back at me with a look that wasn't quite comforting. So I slapped her again to remind her of her place. It was a harsh action, but I needed to assert my authority.Finally, she got to work and prepared my bath water.