All Chapters of The Alpha King's Captive: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

EMMASo how did you and dad meet?The words stare back at me blankly, seven words on a glaring white screen. I press delete until everything disappears, but even in the empty screen, the question lingers, held in place by a gnawing fear."Come on," Sophie says.I throw my phone into my bag, going over to smooth a hand over my purple button down. I debate whether to tuck it into my jeans or let it just hang out. When I turn, I see Sophie watching me thoughtfully. "What?"She opens her mouth to speak then decides against it. She shakes her head. "Nothing."We head to the dinning hall. Time seems to pass by in a whirl. I barely taste the food, my head buzzing. At the forefront of my mind is my discovery. There are others like me, were others like me. I wonder if there are still others like me. Or have they all been killed in a similar way?On the bright side the 'puzzle' of my identity has been answered. I'm a... Death bringer. If you asked me, being called death bringer trumps being ca

The woman blows her nose noisily, discarding the soiled paper towel only to reclaim another one, dabbing at her eyes. "She was loved by all."There are a few dutiful nods from the students.Our professor continues. "Her death was as unexpected as it was unwelcome. Faerin Campbell was a model student, excellent in her academic pursuits and unbeatable in the fields." She picks the bright yellow basket we've all been eyeing curiously off the desk. "The school has decided to host an exercise. In this basket are folded papers containing the names of your potential partner. I want you to open up to yourselves about what loss means to you through whatever form of expression you choose." She hands it to the first student. "Please send this around."The yellow basket makes its way around the class. When it is passed to me, I grip it uncertainly. Tentatively, I put my hand in, riffling through it to grab a paper. I send it onward, watching from the corner of my eyes as it gets to Rylan. Anoth

You've got to be f*cking kidding me.Back in my room, I groan when I try in what should be about the hundredth code combination.It blares red.Wrong.Once I'd returned to Veloria, I set about to reading the book's content. But just as I flipped the thick cover, I was met with resistance. With each repeated try, I grew frustrated. Until I turned the book over.A mystical binding.In form of a code combination. Who knows what the f*ck Faerin had used as her password.I need to see Ezra.Just then the door opens. My muscles tense immediately. Thinking fast, I throw a blanket over the book."Heya," Soph hollers."Hi.""How was class?""Good.""You had anything to eat yet?""Yes."She turns to face me. Her eyes narrow in dramatic suspicion. "Hmmm... Are you being an extra pain in the ass?"I roll my eyes, some of the tension leaving my shoulders.The dinning hall is packed in the evening. Once I spot Ezra, I wave. He strides over to my table. Sitting across from me, he smiles. "Hey."I le

RYLANThe mock tournaments mark the wrap of another semester. It's a series of playoffs done by opposing Houses in preparation for the main sports competitions. In mock tournaments or 'mocks', each team gets to weigh the skills of the counter House by undergoing challenges--in the hopes of mapping out a way to use it to their advantage. So it goes without saying that no one goes all out during mocks.Which is why Malkar's coach wanted to rip my head off when I went at Ezra with everything I had, giving him a black eye in the process.I don't want to look into what it is about the amber-eyed fiend that gets my blood boiling. But I know that with each moment I see him and Emma engaged in unending discussions, or laughing together at something either of them said: it f*cking grew. Each time he spoke to her, I wanted to tear his tongue from his skull."Rylan, are you listening?"I bring my attention back to Cal. "What?"He laughs. "You have a thing for Elmloch boys now?"I lift an unimpr

RYLANUsing my boot, I kick off excess gravel and sit. "Our professor says the first step to welding is getting pretty f*cking pissed."She blinks. "Pissed, as in drunk? Or, like, angry?""Furious. Foaming at the mouth."She lifts a brow. "Well, since I don't have rabies, do I still qualify?""Tough, but we'll see."I cross my legs, putting my palms face down on either of my knee in what is known as a thinking pose. Trees sway to the chilly night air, the sound of crickets and crinkling leaves breaking the silence from time to time. Emma mirrors my actions. "So what now?""Take a deep breath."Wrong idea. When she inhales, her breasts jut forward and I feel my mouth dry. "I didn't say suck in all the air," I snap.She trains a glare on me. "I was just following your instructions.""Well, follow them without trying to be a vacuum. Watch."She watches snidely as I inhale. "There," I say quietly. "One small breath in, another one out."She copies my actions for a few minutes then just sto