All Chapters of The Alpha King's Captive: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

A bird-like woman who I'm assuming is the Headmistress comes into my line of vision with a smile. "No, no." She chuckles. "Adrien is a polymorph. He is a familiar face with which people can identify with." My mum--Adrien--waves, briefly shifting back to his original form. The Headmistress looks at me expectantly, as if waiting for something. Excitement maybe.I paste on a smile. "That's wonderful."That's different levels of creepy.Perhaps she senses the lie because soon after she signals the polymorph out of the room. "Okay, let's get started. Please have a seat."I lower myself into the plush leather chair. She follows suit, a gracefulness to her movements. Her blood-red lipstick is stark against her pale face, her brown hair in child-like ringlets around her face. "I am aware of the circumstances that have led to your enrollment here." I tense, but then she says, "I understand your safety was greatly compromised."Even as she says that, there's a crude intelligence behind her eyes

Sofia spread her arms wide in a behold! gesture. "And this is the Ver-bar!"I look around with interest. So far we'd gone through the largest school library I've ever seen, a medieval-style dining hall, an auditorium, art studios, courtyards--and practice rooms... Each of these rooms were fortified with rare metals--I'd asked Sofia why the walls of one were lined with tungsten and she'd said, 'It repels heat. We've had elementals shoot fireballs through the walls. Almost burned down the whole school.'Just how dangerous are the students at Elmore?Now we're in our tower. Veloria. The lamps below the cabinet of the well stocked bar shine green, illuminating the lacquered table surface and huge show glass behind."Two bottles of whiskey for I and the lady!"I snap to attention. "No--"The bartender disappears into thin air. I blink."Don't worry, it's on me," Soph says with a bright smile. Like that's the problem."I don't drink," I tell her.Her brows rise. "Why?"Because being an addic

Irritation lodges into the back of my throat. "So when is this going to end?" I ask.Sniggers follow me as I walk through the common room. Someone silently convulses, reenacting my unceremonious electrocution yesterday."Just give it a few weeks, or months," Soph says breezily.When she continues out the door, I pause. "Aren't we supposed to eat here?""No. We have breakfast in the dinning hall in mornings and evenings. Afternoons we eat at the canteen.""Okay."We make it out the huge double doors. I tense on instinct when gazes slide towards us and stay as we walk by the halls. It doesn't help that in the sea of uniform grey and white, I stand out like a sore thumb in my yellow button-down and jeans. It's the most modest I've ever looked."Why the hell do they stare so much?" I ask.Soph chuckles. "You're a walking question mark. No one knows who or what you are. And no one knows why you're here.""What I am?" A scoff. "I'm a girl, is what I am."An almost somber expression falls on

"This is f*cking crazy.""I know.""I can't believe I let you talk me into this.""I'm sorry."At present, we stand in the alcove a few feet away from the administrative wing. Night had rolled in and the sound of doors slamming shut tells me people are closing up for the day."A lot could go wrong," Sophie whispers harshly."And a lot could go right.""What do I get out of it anyway?"I lock gazes with her. "Justice."I step out of the shadowy area, calling to her, "Come on."A muffled curse from within. Slowly she steps out. Not as Sophie, but Headmistress Alba."You do realize this plan could go to shit the moment I open my mouth," she says. "I've skipped enough practice room periods to not be able to shift my vocal chords.""Don't worry, I'll think of something.""You sure?""Yeah... I'm good at lying.""Okay, thank God. I would lie, but you know." She waves a hand around her mouth--which is Headmistress Alba's mouth."Yeah, I know," I say. "Now, come on."The moment the clack of h

She knows.The realization simply comes to me. What she is also registers, as does her fear. My claws shoot out on instinct, but I don't move, can't move. I hear my dragon's distant roar, his distaste at my dream-state palpable."Where are the humans?"I know that voice, have been here countless times. It's King Arhuk.The Necculean king."Here they come, sire."I turn just as the king does.The mouth of the dark cavern sees two guards dragging in three humans. Their screams are muffled behind the cloths over their mouth, but it's the raw fear in their eyes that sends chills skating down my spine. What's going on?"We found three just as you ordered, sire," a guard says when he's near enough.King Arhuk comes into view. Lines weather his face, the countless centuries he's lived through starting to take their toll. "Good." His voice is cool. "The Eld aren't completely useless."The Eld?They are in league with the Telks?"Bring the priestess."Another guard drags a woman forth. "Releas