All Chapters of The Alpha King's Hated Slave: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Shawn’s POV“What is that Martin?" I asked, turning back in his direction.“I think you should come take a look for yourself," He responded.I looked over at Shadowvale before walking over to Martin. Shadowvale was unmoving and unfeeling. It was certain there was nothing to him other than his blade.As I got closer to the vague images of persons, the villagers I had initially seen were not villagers at all, but skeletons, their hollow eyes staring vacantly ahead.“Shadowvale, what is this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, though it felt like it was shouting in the silence of the night.Shadowvale’s expression was grim as he surveyed the scene before us. “Beats my imagination. I thought they were soldiers in disguise, but it turns out they were dead meat sent to hunt down their prey.”“Who could have sent this?” I muttered, more to myself than to anyone in particular.The sight of it was gruesome.Martin, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up. “There’s high and po

Lily’s POVWe all stayed indoors for the whole day, then at night, when the attack began, Lady Marty cast an invisible spell over her home, so we were exempted from all the looting and fighting.The day of the attack, Lucas had been relentlessly on my tail, following me around like a lost wolf, while my kids were with Lady Marty.I needed to prepare a potion for Clara to take to old man Grayson, but Lucas’s presence was both intriguing and distracting at the same time.The morning after the night of the siege, I lay in bed with my kids, when after three knocks, he poked his head for a moment and took it out almost immediately. “Just wanted to check if you were up with those little troubles of yours,” He echoed from behind the door.“Get lost Lucas,” I said as I opened my eyes and groggily went out of bed. Thankfully his noise had not woken the kids up. Lady Marty had not given them a breather since they began their training and they were always exhausted by the time they were back.“I

Lily’s POV “Alright Kids, I promise at the right time, I will show you both to your father, is that okay?” I asked. I could not believe that Lucas’s little joke would instigate the kids to want to know who their father is. I was not even ready to face him myself. “When will be the right time?” Fiona asked. I was not expecting that. “Master how to control your magic first, then we get to see him later,” I replied. “Deal!” They both chorused. I sighed and went ahead to get them prepared for the day. As we gathered around the table, the smell of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon filled the air. “Where is Clara?” She asked, looking around the table. “Ughh, she had to deliver a potion to her sick father,” I replied. “Ohh, Old Grayson. I hope he gets well soon,” She replied. I nodded at her words. I hoped he got better too, although I knew I would make a stop there soon. I had to get some information from Clara. "I have plans for today," she announced, setting he

Marcus's POV The vials I had received from Lady Marion were still in my pocket as I got back into my chambers. I finally understood all that happened. Shawn was seeking his revenge on Twilight Ridge by attacking Mistwood Creek. He knew that attacking that village would stir the king up, but he did not know that my father was going to be unconcerned about it. "Marcus! Finally, you decide to return. I almost thought you found Lily,” Winston said standing in the hallway. "How is Grayson?” I asked, ignoring his silly remark. "Well, we have a problem there," he said. I paused and turned to look at him. “What happened?” I could hear my heartbeat increasing rapidly. I prayed silently, hoping that it wasn't the worst-case scenario. “Clara is here,” I looked up at him immediately with my eyes widening at the information. "Take me to her immediately,” I ordered, barely containing the flurry of emotions that surged through me. Finding Clara would mean finding Lily and finding Lily, woul

Lucas POVAs we made our way back to the house, I was still gripped by the shock of what had transpired earlier on. Fiona was only a little girl and wielding such powers at such a tender age could not be traced to learning. It had to be natural.After the dove cooed in her palm, she released the bird into the air and we all stood and watched it flutter away into the sky, alive and well. How was that even possible?The questions swirled in my mind, but I knew we had to get back before anything else unexpected happened.“Alright, let’s call it a day,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Fiona nodded, looking a little weary. I bent down and lifted her into my arms, her small frame feeling fragile against me. Raymond, on the other hand, seemed to prefer walking alone, his face set in a stubborn expression.As we approached the house, I noticed Clara walking in with Lily. The two of them looked tired but relieved to be back. Raymond hurried ahead and burst out, “Fiona raised a dove bac