All Chapters of The Alpha King's Captive: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

All action seized.Golden beams dotted around the giant hall, sapphire chandeliers and ornate marble statues glinting in the large hearth. Above the wide mantle sat a detailed painting of Necculea and its many seas. At another end of the hall, King Arhuk's throne stood tall and proud. At his feet sat nobles and members of his court. The ruthless king leaned over one jewelled chair arm, watching a sphinxe breathe fire into three hoops and juggle it. Only he seemed impervious to the stranger's intrusion. "King Arhuk," the stranger bellowed into the silence. "I have a message from my brothers and sisters." He took off his scarf and gasps sounded around the hall. This seemed to catch king Arhuk's attention."A soul-thief. How ever did you manage to get into my kingdom?" To his earlier declaration, the king raised a blond brow, unimpressed. "You mean your dead brothers and sisters? Do you wish to share in their fate...? Oh." His eyes shone with cruel amusement.

I towel off soon after. When I make my way back into the room, I draw short on noting Enrico is back. My jaw tightens when I take in his position sprawled carelessly on my bed. Dimly, I trace the creases his weight makes, growing agitated. I look away, tapping thrice against my thigh on instinct. "What are you doing here?""Bro, chill. You look ready to chew my head off.""It's 8am."His lips purse. Crossing his legs, he settles deeper into the bed. More creases. Again, I look away.When I catch his gaze on where my fingers tap my thigh frantically, I withdraw them, feeling a flush rise up my neck. I scowl. Enrico only sighs. "Is this how you plan on getting with Sabrina?" he asks.Sabrina is my fate. Being a king's illegitimate son with no real future, Sabrina, a princess set to inherit a throne--a kingdom--presented something I've unknowingly clamoured for. A sense of purpose.A place to call my own.Enrico ask

I was sixteen when I had my first and last kiss.Matthew was my dealer turned boyfriend--went to show the caliber of people I held in high esteem. He'd put out the question after we'd snorted three lines of cocaine. Romantic. "Hey." His voice sounded far away to my ears, slurred."Yeah?" I returned, tongue feeling like lead."Wanna do boyfriend and girlfriend?"I thought the question was funny."What's funny?" His voice was loosely laced with hurt."Nothing. The way you phrased..." I trailed off, a wave of lethargy pulling me under. I struggled to break surface, blinking against the dizziness. "The way you phrased that.""Oh, yeah?" A chuckle. "So what do you say? Be my girlfriend?"I smiled. "Sure, Matt.""Really?""Yeah.""Wow." A stunned chuckle. "I didn't think you'd say yes. You're so." A gangly arm lifted, making a careless motion in the air. "You're so up here, you know? It's fascinating. You give as good as you get. You know, with all the bullying..."The what? I blinked again

I guess history does repeat itself.EMMApresent day__It's the first time the auditorium has been this quiet.Posters and decorations still line the walls from the pep rally, happy and bright in their ambience--a large contrast to the painful swell of tension in the hall.Groans aren't heard, snickers don't sound from the juniors, and snide remarks aren't made by the usually loud football team. They're stone silent, features lined with the weight of a dreaded suspicion. They've lost one of their own. My stomach clenches. Principal Matterson stands on the raised podium, addressing the school. She holds herself stiffly, the sharp cut of her suit offsetting her stern expression."As you well know, Timothy Jackson has been missing for a few weeks. But with further investigation from the authorities, his case has been ruled out as mere disappearance." Her eyes sweep through the crowd. "It is now a murder investigation."The silence breaks. Breaths hitch and whispers carry around the wide

We break into the highway and I lean my back against the plush leather seats, staring out the window. I'll miss California. Somewhere at the back of my mind, it registers I'd said the same about Alaska.Buildings wheeze past. The park comes into view and I touch my fingers to the window, like I could reach it. It soon wheezes by too.Many afternoons were spent there with Caleb, swapping jokes and simply enjoying the nice LA weather, or working on a painting with him pestering me to reveal what it was because he couldn't sit through the countless shadings anymore. Moments like that made me forget.Forget who I really am.The airport is crowded with swarms of people and it's times like this I'm grateful to be a 5'9 giraffe because I quickly spot the shortest check-in line and make a beeline for it. Mum trudges along behind me, caught in a series of phone calls. God knows the number of meetings she'd cancelled to be here, which makes me wonder why she's really come.We'd headed to my ter