All Chapters of Enslaved by The Ruthless Alpha King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Evelyn.Days passed in the kingdom, and something peculiar began to happen between Alpha King Kieran and me. He had surprisingly relieved me of my slave duties, granting me a newfound sense of freedom. While he delved into the responsibilities of his role as the Alpha King, I found myself with time to explore and reflect on the world around me. The solitude allowed our budding connection to flourish.Kieran, determined to protect his kingdom, threw himself into the task of apprehending the intruders who had attacked during the Moon Goddess festival. Their identities remained unknown, and it became a relentless pursuit, marked by frustration and disappointment. His dedication to the investigation was admirable, but the perpetrators proved to be cunning and difficult to unmask.For my part, I waited with bated breath for any news about my sister's death. The questions lingered, and I yearned for answers. The investigation into the tragedy that had cost my sister her life held an underly

Evelyn.My heart beating wildy in my chest, I made it to the hallways that led to the Alpha King chambers. Filled with a sense of unease and urgency, a growing turmoil began in my heart. The news of Morticia's betrayal weighed heavily on my mind, but I couldn't dwell on it at this moment. Right now, my primary concern was the Alpha King's well-being.As I approached the entrance to his chambers, two imposing guards stood in my path, their expressions stern and unyielding. "I would like to see the Alpha King, please." I begged, my voice trembling as I looked up at them.They resolutely shook their heads, moving closer. "The Alpha King has instructed us to let anyone into his his chambers, I'm sorry but you'll have to return later." They stated. I knew they were under strict orders to keep anyone from disturbing the Alpha King. But I couldn't let that deter me; I needed to be there for him. Desperation compelled me to plead with them."Please, I need to see him," I implored, my voice f

Evelyn.I woke up on the floor, a sense of warmth and security enveloping me. As my eyes fluttered open, I realized I was lying naked, wrapped in the strong arms of the Alpha King. Slightly startled, i turned around, holding my breath as I watched him cautiously in case he was awake. Realizing he was still deep in sleep, I couldn't help but smile as I gazed at his sleeping form. He looked so peaceful, his chest rising and falling with every steady breath. The night before had been incredibly intense, a whirlwind of passion, and now, in the quiet moments of morning, I had the chance to admire his vulnerability.The darkness that had consumed him was a heavy burden, one he had carried for far too long. The torment of his past, the betrayal he bore from Morticia and the pain that had etched itself into his heart, had threatened to devour him, almost stealing him away. But somehow, he had pushed through, emerged on the other side, and allowed me to glimpse the depths of his soul. I couldn

Evelyn.Days drifted by, presenting a facade of calm at the palace. Although, things between the Alpha King and me looked better, there were still unresolved issues that were causing me anxiety. The topic of mating and knotting, a ritual hung over us like a question mark, with neither of us addressing it.The Alpha King's attitude towards me had improved, yet every time I tried discussing the knotting with him, it felt like I was hitting a wall. I would freeze up and the words won't make it past my mouth. He was also busy with his duties as well, and our meetings became brief, leaving us with little time to actually discuss anything.In an attempt to prepare myself for the inevitable, or what I perceived to be the inevitable, I delved into understanding the intricacies of the knotting ritual. But understanding, it seemed, was elusive, much like the Alpha King's elusive presence in my life which I had quickly discovered was something I loathed.One regular day, while working with Amari

Alpha king Kieran.In the quiet aftermath of our time together, Evelyn fell asleep, her soft body nestled against mine, her eyes closed and body flushed. The throne room held echoes of our passion, and contrary to the dread that once gripped my heart, I now embraced the swell of emotions coursing through me. I ran my hands through her hair, relishing at the softness as I watched the steady rise and fall of her chest, my heart at peace.Gently, I pulled off my cloak, wrapping it around her bare form, a protective shield against the coolness of the night. Cradling her in my arms, I carry her from the throne room, leaving behind the traces of her lingering pheromones that have woven into the very fabric of the room. She sighed softly, her eyelids fluttering as she adjusted herself in my arms, burying her face into my chest. The sight is comical, and my lips threaten to stretch into something foreign but I darted my gaze away, focusing on the dark hallways. The journey to my chambers is a