All Chapters of The Alpha King's Heart: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Adira Two days passed by and the mark on my neck was not healing. My body was rejecting it, and I was pleased. However, it made me sick. I was often nauseated and had a high fever. " Are they looking for us?" The quiet voice of Rachel spoke. " Yes, they'll find us soon, trust Chance and Wyatt," I told her gently. She nodded and closed her eyes. Rachel acted tough not to worry me, but she was panicking, and I heard her cry at night. The door opened and the woman who brought us our meals walked in. " Hello," I greeted her again today. I've been trying to gain her trust by talking to her and asking how she was doing. From the looks of it, she wasn't alright because she came in with new wounds every day. " Hello, Luna. How are you doing today and how is the pregnant lady?" she asked slowly. " We are alright. Thank you for the medicine," I said. My eyes went to her arms, she had bruises there and when she noticed I was looking, she seemed shy and tried pulling down her top, hi

Wyatt All our men were ready, but the signal was weak, so it took us hours to pinpoint Zion's exact location. As we were still figuring it out, Jett received the accurate location of where Adira was. It was one of the packs under this jurisdiction but far away from the city. " Is everyone ready?" I asked when I reached the campsite. " Yes sir, if indeed this is Zion's main pack as we suspect, he won't survive nor will he escape," Philipe said. We had so many elite warriors from the three great packs, my pack, Lafayette's army, and Richard's warriors, our men were over a total of two thousand and even Adira's friend from the marsh was there, looking high as fuck and ready to shed the blood of dark wolves. My eyes trailed to Azriel, he was worried. He kept pacing up and down, our eyes met, and he nodded to me. My eyes trailed to Chance, who was in a private discussion with Richard Tarion, and then Aspen and his mate, Janice, insisted on coming. She was one of the few ladies, alo

Azriel Great fighters of the realm willingly followed King Wyatt to battle today. He was indeed greatly loved and respected, our champion and leader, and everyone swore to fight in his name because of his nobility and courage. The dark wolves were losing the battle, and it was their bodies lying dead on the ground, but something else caught everyone's attention. There was a single combat. The fight between Wyatt and Zion was simply remarkable, both were strong and fast. They were alphas of powerful blood, and even though Zion was way older than Wyatt and had dark magic that made him outstanding, Wyatt matched that strength and more. Everyone around stopped the fight to watch the two battles. They had venomous anger against each other. Wyatt was angrier, he wanted vengeance for what he did to Adira. " Oh, lord," a dark wolf general shivered, like everyone else, he was in awe at the fast fight in front of us. Their blood flew across the ground and there was a sense of melanchol

AdiraWe were in the dungeons, looking at Zion as he whimpered on the floor, covered in blood. He looked pathetic, and weak, not at all powerful." Just get this over this, you won," he spat, blood splattering from his mouth. Wyatt took out a dagger." May you rot in hell," I said as Wyatt slit his throat several times. Zion's blood streamed down, and an awful sound came from him. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't, I wanted to see and make sure he was dead. He finally stopped struggling and Wyatt looked back at me." Now, I'm all dirty," he mumbled, unamused. His clothes and face were covered in blood. I grimaced, and a guard brought him a towel with which he wiped his face." What do we do with the body?" Jett asked." Burn him," I shrugged my shoulders.I linked my arm to my mate and we left the dungeon. We went back to the palace where Wyatt changed into fresh clothes. I was sitting in front of the mirror, admiring my beautiful mark." Ready?" Wyatt asked. I nodded after I finis

Tender memories, once upon a night, welled up in the lonely heart of a man. It was late in the evening. He came in front of the house with an air of mystery. Its interior was elaborately ornamented with a feminine touch. A faint light revealed this. He made no deliberate attempt to move up the stairs to the front door, but he waited a while.His heart was full of deception and he would not trust it nor would he allow its sublime strength to whelm him. Why was he here? maybe because he could not brook the weakness of running away from a woman’s truth.Her name was Danielle. Three days earlier, she had taken him to the scenery of the grandest view. They had made their way up a hilltop. The fresh smell of green flora was enlivening their senses. It was that time of the day when the sky was atPeace and the gentle weakening sun could be seen cutting quietly through the gathering clouds.They both settled on the bare ground, facing each other. She had faith in bringing him here. He had look