All Chapters of Choosing The Alpha King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Bianca and I sat tucked away at a softly illuminated table in the neighborhood bar, the air thick with the aroma of inexpensive local cigarettes, beer, and the murmur of nearby conversations. The ambiance was enhanced by the strains of local music filtering in through multiple open windows, carried by the gentle breeze."You've changed a lot, Aurora," Bianca observed, her fingers casually wrapped around a beer bottle. She took a leisurely sip, her eyes studying me over the rim."Really?" I echoed, mirroring her action with my own bottle, its familiar, bitter taste grounding me in the moment. In this small village, choices of drinks were limited, but this beer didn't feel too bad."The way you stand now, there's no trace of weakness, only confidence," she continued. "You used to be like a frightened rat, skittering about, lacking any semblance of self-assurance.""People change, I suppose," I murmured, a wave of sadness washing over me. My thoughts drifted to Xander. Was he still alive

In the dimly lit room, I stood, absorbing the cacophony of voices and the hurried shuffling of feet, the atmosphere charged with tension. Bianca's words from the afternoon reverberated in my mind.“Jared was very hard to kill,” Bianca had said, her voice laced with frustration. “We've sent about five assassins after him, but all we've managed is to eliminate his doubles. He's more of a coward than you can imagine, always hiding. That's why it took us three months to track him down, dismantling his hideouts one by one. The last place is here, and we're launching our final attack tomorrow. But there's always the fear he'll slip away again.”As I recalled her words, the clamor around me grew louder. The crowd was a storm of movement and noise, their shadows dancing on the walls as they tried to break through the door. In response, I withdrew the serum I had been safeguarding and, with a sense of resignation, injected it into my arm.Suddenly, the door broken, and I was engulfed by a sea

“When did you last see him?” Mrs. Collins asked me, her voice laced with a curious undertone.“Eight months ago…” I murmured. The words felt heavy, like an anchor in my heart. It seemed like a very long time ago, yet every memory of those days was as vivid as if it had been only yesterday.Mrs. Collins' eyes softened, a warm smile gracing her features. “Then Alex is still among the living,” she said gently. “He came to me about four months ago. On the very day you visited in the afternoon, he was here in the morning. I’ve always wondered, didn’t you two cross paths?”At her words, a surge of emotions overwhelmed me, and tears cascaded down my cheeks uncontrollably. “Is he really still alive?” I choked out, disbelief and hope warring within me.“Yes, he is,” Mrs. Collins affirmed, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. Her touch was like a balm, easing the turmoil within me.The relief was immense, like a burdensome rock being lifted from my heart. Yet, in its wake, a torrent of tea

Kissing her lips bestowed upon me a resurgence of life, akin to a parched adventurer wandering in the desert for days, deprived of water, who suddenly stumbles upon an oasis. There, he eagerly drinks in the life-affirming coolness of the water. In a similar vein, I indulged in Aurora's presence. The desire, the vitality, and all that I yearned for were encapsulated in her. As I embraced her entire being, it was a craving not just for her, but for life itself.Despite the creeping suspicion that she might be an illusion, I was resolute in my pursuit of fulfillment and passion. I vowed to give back everything I took, every ounce of myself, to her. Our connection was profound and inexplicable, transcending the bounds of reality. Although she seemed ethereal, untouched and pure, I approached her with gentleness and consideration, savoring each movement. Yet, in an unexpected twist, she grasped me fiercely, urging me closer, inviting me to merge with her essence.She yearned for us to beco

Alex's face turned pale as he sank into the garden chair, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let me think about it for a moment. This is still a shocking revelation to me."I unfolded the cloth with trembling hands, revealing the message written in blood."Alexander, we love you. When you find your mate, you're meant to be the Alpha king. Only with the Moon Goddess's blessing can you save us, your people. You'll always be our Alpha. Love, Mom."The weight of his destiny seemed to hang in the air, a tangible presence that Alex couldn't simply dismiss. This was his sole link to his family, a calling to become the alpha king."Aurora," Alex finally spoke, his smile forced and brittle. "I think I'll pass on it." His voice wavered as he continued, "My parents might have been like yours – ambitious, perhaps even cruel. Think about it, they abandoned me at an orphanage. I don't need to be the alpha king. All I yearn for is a simple life in the village. With you."I moved to the chair beside