All Chapters of The Alpha's Slave: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Adrianna's POV I was yet to decide if I liked Moana or not. She seemed pleasant but I knew there was something more to her calm exterior. Sure enough, she was head over heels for her husband even though she tried not to show it and I could tell that she was insecure in some way about me. Unfortunately, I had no intention of putting her out of her fears. I was loyal to my king but that said nothing about my morals. If I had my way with Theophilus, I would take it. It was no fault of mine really but some people were too handsome to be owned forever by one person; it was simply not fair. We had been in the mainland for about a week now and I had worked closely with Theophilus all this time. I had not made any effort to seduce Theophilus but whenever Moana was present with us I did not fail to see her watching me rather too closely. She could watch me all she wanted but when I was ready to have Theophilus, I would make him beg for me. At the moment I was taking my work here rather

“How did you know that? Was your spirit watching me this whole time?” he quizzed. “I told you that I would always be with you, did I not?” I asked him. “Well, my lady, I am not a perfect man and I am deeply sorry for all my faults,” he said with a deep bow which melted away my anger. The next day I went to see a dear friend of mine. “Your Highness!” Eunice could not contain her shock as she saw me sitting in her room. “I have missed you very much Eunice, how have you been these days?” I asked her with a smile. “Okay? but I am still reeling from the shock, ooh, I do not know if it is right for you to sit in my lowly room. I shall come to you if you need me, your Highness,” she said and my smile deepened. “You forget that we once shared this room and you can call me Agnes when we are alone. After all, we are friends,” I said. “Friends? Not so, your Highness. I cannot conceive the idea of being friends with your royal self,” she said. “Dearest Eunice, you say the funniest things

I had other errands to run here as well. The kings had burdened me with the task of putting things in place for choosing a representative amongst the people in the town that would be chosen by the town. It was not my job exactly; it was Curtis' but I was to supervise the process. I could not do so directly because I did not want my identity to be revealed so I remained behind the scenes on this one. But that was what had informed my disguise as an innkeeper. In all fairness to Moana, it was just another way of saying that I served men their drinks. On this particular evening as I was serving drinks I was glad when the conversation spun around to choosing a representative from among the common people. I had tried unsuccessfully once to broach the subject but the men had told me such conversation was for _men_ and I should not bother myself with such things. I had been furious and wanted to demand what that was meant to mean but my goal here was to remain as unnoticed as possible so

Cyrus's POV As I walked into the throne room, I could feel almost all pairs of eyes giving me a judgemental look. I could tell from their look of disdain that this was going to have something to do with my actions towards the South and I smiled in satisfaction. Sometimes, I enjoyed when the lord's and ministers were angry at me so I could shut them up with my words."What is with the gloomy atmosphere?" I asked, ascending my throne. Theo shot me a questioning glance, I knew he was wondering what had lifted my spirits when we were going to have a war coming soon. "We think that your actions were rather rash your Majesty," Lord Marshall said. "You should have consulted with us.""Pray tell me, what actions do you speak of?" I asked him. "Your actions to rob the South. You have just called a war upon us.""You think I should have consulted with you all?" I asked, not wiping the smile off my face. "Even if I did, we both know it is whatever I have in my mind I shall still do.""Your ma

I led the men I had chosen, our footsteps cautious as we moved toward the village. Two of them veered left, their eyes scanning the horizon, while I made my way to the bridge. The houses stood like guardians, a little way off from the bridge, their windows like empty eyes staring back. The quietness was overpowering, punctuated only by the gentle lapping of the stream against the shore. The sun beat down upon us, its reflection dancing in the water like a thousand tiny diamonds as I walked on the bridge. I didn't know anything about the common people of enemies and it was frustrating. Were they the type to wake up late and then come to the stream to bathe? Or would they have done that early in the morning and gone about their daily business which was away from their look quarters? The uncertainty frustrated me. Looking down, I smiled wistfully at the beauty of the rural landscape. Ghysem was indeed blessed, Cyrus, their ruler seemingly caring about the living conditions of its peopl