All Chapters of The Alpha King's Hated Slave: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lily’s POVIt was already the start of spring and the flowers and trees were already in full bloom. Using the exit of the tunnel that led out into the forest, I went to gather some flowers and herbs to create some perfumes.Eight and half months had passed with a blurry speed and I was already a few days away from when I shall bring to this world, my beautiful babies. I needed to prepare the scented perfumes for them and one for Clara.She was insistent on getting a similar perfume to mine. I was hesitant because of Marcus's sense of smell, but then a long time had passed already. He must have forgotten what I smelled like.After gathering all I needed and was about to go back inside, I felt a discomforting contraction in my lower abdomen. I stopped walking for a bit and waited for the contraction again but nothing came.I began to walk, and then the contraction came again with the same intensity. I felt so weak that I had to find a rock to sit on.Looking at the flowers and herbs sit

Shawn's POV “Name another price, Shadowvale,” I said.“Give me some spells that would further heighten our vision. I want it to glow like yours,” Shadowvale demanded.Such a greedy barbarian.“Fine. I will do that once we get back into the camp, but from now on, she will always be mine,” I said.“Not so fast there wild cat,” Shadowvale interrupted with a wave of his hands.“What?” I asked.“Do it now before her eyes, so she knows there are witnesses to her freedom being tied to you,” He replied.I looked at him and knew at once that, that was not his intent. He just wanted to secure his vision. What he does not know now is that after now, if he increases his vision once more, they may never have their normal eyesight.I began mumbling some words and raising my hands. As I spoke, my eyes were tightly closed and I maintained a level of focus. When I was done, I opened my eyes, and their visions were all activated.“Done,” I said and without waiting for their comments, I grabbed her and

Shawn’s POVThe afternoon sun filtered weakly through the thin fabric of my tent as I sat cross-legged on the worn mat, my eyes closed, and my breathing steady.Meditation was supposed to bring peace, to center the mind and spirit. But today, peace was as elusive as the morning mist.What's with the noise outside?The Blood Moon Pack, with their howls and shouts echoed through the camp as usual. I wondered why they would not rest for once, but got no fulfilling reply.I tried to block out the noise and focus on my breathing, but the noise seemed to grow louder and more insistent. With a sigh, I opened my eyes and rose from the mat.“Meditation would have to wait,” I mumbled to myself.I stepped out of my tent and into the glaring afternoon light, blinking as my eyes adjusted. I turned to see Martins muttering some spells and looking undisturbed by the noise around him."Martins," I called, and he turned to me with a bright smile."Shawn! Done meditating already?" he asked, his eyes tw

Lily’s POV This morning was beautiful and I had planned to get some flowers before coming back to prepare myself for when Lily would arrive. But labor had started already.We had thought it would begin towards afternoon or evening, but it came when we least expected it.“Oh babies, bear with Mother a little while longer,” I pleaded as I made my way back into the tunnel. “Aunt Clara would soon be here please,”The pain was unbearable, each contraction ripping through me like waves crashing against a rock. I lay on a makeshift bed in the small, hidden room of the tunnel, waiting desperately for Clara to arrive.I cried out as another wave of pain hit, clutching my swollen belly. "Clara, please hurry," I whispered, my voice barely more than a croak.The memory of my mother flashed before my eyes, her calm, steady hands helping other women bring their children into the world.As a child, I had watched in awe and fear, unable to understand the strength it took to endure such pain.I was a

Marcus’s POV As I approached Crimson Valley, the rain showers finally ceased, and the sun broke through the clouds. The sudden change in weather was unsettling, but I had no time to ponder its meaning. I had to find Lily and Clara. The valley had a strange, almost mystical atmosphere after the storm, the kind that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Determined, I began my search, walking briskly through the village. The houses were modest, many with thatched roofs and wooden walls that had withstood countless seasons. I barged through the doors, calling out for Lily and Clara, but each answer was the same: silence. I moved from house to house, frustration mounting with each fruitless search. Having searched the greater part of the village, their cabin was the only place left. If they weren’t here, I didn’t know where else to look. Just as I raised my hand to open the door, I heard a noise from behind the cabin. The rustling sound of leaves was very light bu