All Chapters of Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Aralyn’s POV As we barged into the lord-knows-which level of Wengarthria after Nat’s headlong…well…and to be honest…daft and rushed plunge through the portal, the first thing I saw was the bastard lying on the floor. When I scanned the scenery around us, it became apparent that we were in a maze-like row of dungeons, with the central, arena-looking-like clearing where the vampire had attacked my father. Malleteagan and the vampire were surrounded by a mob of various demons who were there, watching, cackling, and hooting as if they were at some rock concert. The clamour and racket of the demons in the arena were reinforced by the stereo sound of laughter and uproar, echoing and breaking out from prisoners in cells. The mass of demons in the arena was hard to catch with an eye. Although we had magic, and although I am confident in my fighting skills as well as in those of Merlius and Nat, we would probably be squashed in a stampede of these demons before we could eve

Aralyn’s POV "Oh, I see we have some VIP guests here! Let me do some intro. I am Meeran, your almost-relative. To what do I owe this pleasure? Let me try to guess - did you come to see me, Daddy, nanna Noosha or your lover boy, little girl? The bloke called Meeran said with a smirk yet with a dreadfully calm voice while grasping and scrutinising my face with a penetrating stare of his dreadful eyes, which peered from his face shaded by the cloak. Despite his composed tone, one could easily detect an underlying hint of cynicism and a twisted sense of amusement. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and it felt unyielding, as cold as steel; his grip on my chin was unwavering and firm; it felt like he clamped my chin with pliers. I saw him giving a quick nod to his soldiers to hold Merlius and move Nat away from Kandreah and Malleteagan, who were both sprawled on the ground, looking as dead as dodos. His soldiers held Nat and Merlius in a chokehold, who were both struggling to free the

Erzelus’s POV In my long existence, I was a soul weathered by the time and games of gods, like a thread woven through their universe filled with their perverse games, intrigues and ulterior motives. As the old saying goes, I’m as old as a mutton trying to pass off as a lamb. Well, that saying is just plain bonkers, in my case, I guess. Because I am not quite a lamb nor a mutton either, I guess. I am more of a big bad wolf from your bedtime stories, but I guess that wasn’t the point. The point was that despite my body being wrapped up in a nice package of a strong, sprightly, young and masculine lad, I am not a young chap, nor am I strong. It is a facade which belies the ancient turmoil residing within me. Now, when I think things through, it’d be more accurate to say that I am more akin to the big bad wolf of folklore, a creature of myth and legend, but my story is not meant for bedtime tales. But that also wasn’t the point. The bottom line here is that I am as old as the hills.

Nepenthern’s POV A long time ago- I paused for a second when I stepped into this realm. Chaister’s realm looked like I was staring down a rabbit hole full of contradictions. Maybe I should have thought this through one more time. The world of Chaister is as much of an oxymoron as he is. Well, he is an oxymoron with an emphasis on moron. He is a fickle fuse of chaos ticking somewhere in the corner and always waiting to explode, causing havoc wherever he goes and wreckage to whatever he touches. He is not a reliable ally, and I cannot stand the twit, but I do not have much choice after that foolish girl got knocked up by Endymion. Lartellan is furious, and I understand why. I am angry as well, but Yaava held me back from going full rampage mode and killing them all. She foresaw that stupid sprog of my daughter Selene with Emdymion - that miserable mortal warlock has a crucial role in shaping the future of the Soovaree realm and other dimensions alike. I still don’t get

Chaister’s POV "Very well, Nepenthern," I said casually as I sat back to my throne, with a smirk widening every second. Goddamit, I just couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop myself from gloating. “Let us savour this transcendent moment, the moment of your humiliation together, shall we?" With that said, I snapped my fingers, and my faithful minions reappeared, spreading across the court. Everyone looked like they were going about their business as usual. But well, I am ruling this realm for far too long to fall for that trick. It is part of the role to play—the role I have assigned them with. I waved my hand, signalling them to stop and listen to my announcement. “My dear chaotic friends.” I paused my speech to see if I had the attention of everyone in the court. All eyes were on me, just as it was meant to be. I scratched my chin, dramatically cleaned my throat and chuckled before I continued: “…well, calling you friends might be a bit exaggerated, as we are not fri