All Chapters of The Alpha's Slave: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

King Ares POVPerched on the throne, I assessed the wreckage of the day’s events or the remnants of it. The once glorious chamber of command had now taken the gruesome toll of Lords Farkun and Matthews, whose lifeless bodies were there on the floor. The room was increasingly filled with blood smell and a distant war cry of anguish.I focus on the man who is the only person to survive the failed mission. He remained solemnly still at the sidelines. He was a man who fought to the ground—his cloak and outfit were ragged, dirty with blood and the fabric was stained, the sword which he wielded was once shiny and clean now worn down from usage.His face was thin and had deep lines of tiredness and stress indicating a terrible time that he had gone through. His eyes still showed the results of his hardships yet he had the look of a brave man determined to battle on. I knew he normally stood erect, but he was a little slumped at the moment, the tiredness that had him in its grip notwithstandi

I woke up abruptly from a nightmare, the reminiscence of which evaporated as soon as I opened my eyes to the sunlight streaming through the curtains of my bedroom. What had happened in the past weeks alone would have been enough to transform the most sound sleeper into a restless one. I quickly washed up and proceeded to the room where Agnes had been kept to recover. She was my mate, the reincarnation of who I had loved with all my heart. I had to ensure she was given the best care. I smiled thinking about her but that changed the moment I opened the door to look inside the room and see what was inside.The bed was made, the sheets twisted and stained with blood. The room was clearly broken into with signs of struggle everywhere– a vase was smashed on the ground, and chairs were turned over. I wondered who had entered the palace undetected and abducted her. As I looked around the room, a wave of panic went through my body searching for any sign of who might have taken her. That was wh

I wandered around my bedroom, in the darkness only the candles were providing light. The quiet was stifling, a pressure that weighed on me like a physical presence Since then I had told everyone in the house that no one was to be admitted unless they had an appointment with me but I knew Philomena would not adhere to the instruction. She was my best friend and I told her many things, and I could not even imagine how could I get up and go to her now.I had to go out at night in an attempt to run away from the pain that ached me; however, this did not go as planned.Suddenly, there was noise from below, a disruption of the quietness of the house. The sound of raised voices and fast pacing rushed through the hall and became louder minute by minute. It was clear that it was Philomena whining her way through the chambermaids.My heart tightened with feelings of relief and regret all rolled into one and I immediately regretted saying anything at all. She was here, and I knew it meant I almo

"I hate this place, I want to leave," she sobbed, falling against my chest once I had successfully been able to hold onto her arm. I shut the room door behind us quietly and ruffled her hair. "It's okay," I murmured. "it'll be okay.""Nothing will be okay if I continue staying here," she sniffed. Valeria's words hung in the air like a thick fog. I looked at her, my heart pounding with fear but also with a desire to leave. This place has no substance. "Maybe we should actually leave," I said quietly.Valeria sat up, wiping her eyes. "What? That's crazy, Lucian. There's a war going on out there. It's not safe."I shook my head. "If our father was able to bring us here despite the war, we can find our way back. We just need to be smart about it. We’ve been training to be warriors since we were little. We can do this."Valeria hesitated, chewing her lip. "But how? Where would we even start?"Lowering my voice, I said. "We need to get enough food, steal a couple of horses from our father

Before we could fully react the enemy soldiers were upon us. Both of them had wicked looks on their face with their weapons within reach. I looked at Valeria, her expression was stern, and she looked determined, her hand encircling the hilt of her sword.“Stay close,” I muttered, emphasizing the words and clenching my fists to fight the urge to hide around the corner from increasing heart rate.The first soldier came at me this time with his sword charging through the air. He attempted to strike me; but I deflected the sword with mine, the sound of the impact still resonating in my head. I managed to lash out with a quick punch to his ribs, remembering my lessons from martial arts. He fell back shouting, displaying a bleeding wound; another followed in succession with equal viciousness.Valeria was standing by my side, she was dancing gracefully and without any effort. She rolled sideways and to avoid the swing of the soldier, she plunged her weapon into his side. He fell with a groan