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

Shawn’s POVI ran with tears streaming down my face, my excitement was out of this world and I promised the universe to be the best creation on earth for making me find Lily.“Lily!” I yelled, and immediately I entered the cabin. There was no response, but I kept at it. “Lily!” I called again.Tears had flooded my eyes and streamed down my cheeks but I did not care. All I wanted the most in the world at that moment, was to be reunited with Lily.I hurried to her room but she wasn't there and things looked almost exactly like the way it was the last time I was here.I ran out to my own room, but she was not there either. “Please Lily, come out wherever you are hiding,” I cried.I rose up and searched the halls, the potion room, the council chambers, I searched the kitchen and the dining halls, but she was nowhere to be found.I now stood in front of my parent's room, the last and the only unchecked room in our mansion.I exhaled heavily and dried my tears. She had to be inside here. I

Marcus's POV I turned to Winston and searched his face for answers. “Master Marcus, I … I.. don't…” “Winston!” I roared, interrupting his stuttering. “I need a response and not baby sounds. “Well, Master Marcus, I really thought she had the flu and now that she is missing I do not know if we can find her or not. But if we don't want her dead, then we should be on the lookout,” Winston did make a point, but I was not concerned with all that, I just needed some form of light to hold onto. Even if it is a false light. “Master Marcus if I may?” Clara asked. I nodded for her to speak. She seemed to have been the closest person to Lily and although I don't know to what extent they shared information, I was sure she knew that I was Lily's destined mate. “I believe that all Lily wanted was to be happy and most importantly free from guilt,” She began but her statement caught my interest. “What do you mean by free from guilt?” I asked. “Master Marcus, as you know her entire

Shawn's POVAs we walked out of the village, we heard a loud howl coming from it.The marker's cry.I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth in anger. Who was he and what gave him the effrontery to claim ownership over my village?I stopped walking and looked over at the village. I saw him and his hunting pack, retreating into the woods. But what puzzled me the most was that despite this, he did not seem like he wanted to harm the village he wanted to protect it.“Hey boy, why did you not tell us your name was Sean?” Shadowvale asked.“Shawn.” I corrected it. “My name is Shawn,”“If your name is Shawn, then why tell him Sean,” Luca asked.“Because I felt he would see through my fake hair color and know who I am,” I replied through gritted teeth.“Ahh, you gave him too much credit. He does not like magic except when it is natural born,” Luca remarked.I frowned, “How does he hate magic when his father has begun to endorse it?”“Exactly just as you said, his father endorsing it made him

Shawn's POV“Are you alright?”“Shawn!”I struggled to open my eyes to find Martins hovering over me and saying some words and mumbling in some language I could not quite understand.“What are you doing?” I groaned.“You're awake!” Martins exclaimed as he reached out to hold me up. I sat up on the ground and he helped to dust off the sand that clung to my now brown hair.As he dusted it, he paused. “This is not your hair color,”I turned to look at him. “What are you talking about?”He only walked closely and put his mouth to my ear. “It's silver. You can deceive your fellow werewolves or crossbreds, but you can't deceive us.”I stood up and finished dusting myself. “I believe it can be kept as a secret right?”“I like you, so why not?” He replied.“Good, now let's get going,” I said and turned towards the direction of Mistwood Creek, then stopped. “Where's the horse?” I asked, turning to face him.“Uhh, it sort of ran off?” He said with a shrug.“How did it run off?” I yelled.“Don't

Marcus's POV We arrived back in Mistwood Creek towards noon. I got off my horse and walked into the mansion. “Master Marcus, what do you think of that boy?” Winston asked, hurrying up to me. “I can't really say, but there definitely is something he is hiding. Those eyes…” I replied. His eyes certainly did have some hate in them. He looked like if given the chance to, he would rip my heart out and tear my flesh into tiny pieces. But who was he? Most of the Silver Shade Pack members who survived had streaks of silver along their hair since they were not of the pure ancestral bloodline, so the boy could not be one of them, because his hair was all brown. “Do you want me to look into it?” Winston asked. I turned and looked at him. He was a chubby man who loved his life. How can I take away what he loves away from him? The recent happenings have also taken its toll on our friendship. We have operated more on a master-servant basis and with Lily gone, I feel so lonely with th