All Chapters of Marked by the Alpha King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

There was a good kind of attention and a bad kind of attention. Baka firmly believed the one she currently faced was the bad kind. The very, very bad kind.As she took every step towards the throne room filled with acute tension, her knees buckled and her heart made giant leaps within her chest.She tried to train her eyes on her mother but her back was to her. She couldn’t see her face—wouldn’t, unless she stood beside her.Her mind raised as she tried to figure out if there was any other reason why they were gathered here apart from the one clouding her thoughts. It could have something to do with that one little secret her mother had refused to tell her about. Something about the late Luna queen. Or more specifically, the baby. But Tatum knew her mother was the midwife who had been present at his wife’s delivery. He had interrogated her about it.If that wasn’t the reason, it could only be one other thing. Baka looked at Tatum again, registering the look of betrayal in his eyes.

After Tatum had said those words, he walked briskly towards the staircase and she followed after him. When they got to his living quarters, he slammed it shut and turned the key.The sun had begun to set as it cast a warm, orange glow into the room. Baka walked further in and stood just before his desk, her head bowed low. She could feel his gaze on her as he walked towards his desk and paused. The silence stretched and he didn’t say a word to her. Baka decided she wasn’t going to speak first. Let the awkwardness reign.He had just said he would use her as bait to catch the rebel group, and he had threatened to kill her mother if she went out of line. For that, he deserved to burn in the darkest pits of hell. “Could you not lower your head in front of me for a change? Am I just your king?” He was. Or at least he was supposed to be. But they had made things complicated. With much consternation, Baka looked up at him with cold eyes.“When were you going to tell me?”“Tell you what, m

It took them eight rounds to finish fetching enough water. Despite being a scandalous distraction, Eugene had been a great help, carrying the buckets to and fro. She had only had to carry one bucket during the entire ordeal.Carlton had finished cooking and had left her to tidy up the place. Aja and Emily were currently attending to their mistresses. Since Tatum wasn’t around, Baka focused on cleaning the kitchen.Eugene had offered to help her with the dishes and fetch more water for the rest of the residents at the palace to bathe. At first she had declined, thinking it would be abominable for him to be doing their chores for them.But he had threatened to annoy her endlessly if she didn’t let him help and in the end, she had reluctantly agreed. If she was being perfectly honest, she didn’t mind his company. Apart from what she would describe as their mild chemistry, they had great banter. And things like that seldom ever happened.“Why are you here with me and not outside with your

Tatum was irritated. He had been sitting under the white canopy for hours in ridiculous attire, waiting for news to come from the tent about each Luna candidate’s purity when he couldn’t care less about it.The sun was hot, his clothes had begun to itch, and worst of all, he had seen no sign of Baka. Shouldn’t she be here, attending to him?Aja and Emily were both here attending to their mistresses. So why was Baka nowhere to be found? Eugene wasn’t here either. The thought enraged him as he wondered if they were still hanging out together.Annoyed, he turned to Emily. “Where is Baka?”From her position beside Tania, she straightened. “I don’t know, my lord.”“Maybe her little feet are up to some more mischief, Tatum,” Tania piped in, smiling slyly as she did so. “Why are we talking about a slave when there is a purification ceremony going on?” Mother Tina chimed in as she glared at Tatum. “Shouldn’t you be focusing on the Luna candidates?”“Beats me,” Tania clucked.Tatum realised t

Baka knocked softly at the door to the Alpha King’s room and waited for the confirmation to enter. When she heard nothing, she knocked again.“Enter,” came his coarse response.That didn’t sound promising. Swallowing hard, she entered the room. He was sitting on his bed reading a book she couldn’t decipher from so far away. He didn’t look up at her as she walked the rest of the distance between her and the desk and placed the tray on top of it.Clearing her throat, she turned towards him. “Your dinner, my lord.”Nodding, he asked, “What is it?”He still wasn’t looking at her. “Rice and stew with fried chicken.”“That’s generous.” He glanced at his wrist watch. “And late.”She bit down on her lower lip as she’d seen Emily do only a few minutes ago. “I’m sorry, my lord. I went to see Stephan and didn’t pay close attention to the time.”“Indeed.” He flipped a page. Was he really reading? His monosyllabic responses and unbothered facade were beginning to gnaw at her. Hadn’t Aja said he had