All Chapters of The Alpha's Slave: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Cyrus's POV**The atmosphere was tense and the air was filled with the smell of the fight, of men and sweat, of blood and fire. The once-pristine walls now bore scars of chaos: shattered rock, broken timber, and broken pieces of all things around. We were in the middle of the dead soldiers and we all paused for a moment, panting, trying to catch our breaths. A complete and utter void filled the air, the only whispers of sound coming from the groans of the injured and the far-off ringing of metal.I looked at my friends and estimated how tired they were, as well as how tired I was myself. Agnes was as white as a sheet with dark circles under her eyes, yet she did not hesitate. Otherwise lively eyes, now had a ghostly appearance, the despair of which we had just experienced mirrored in them. Although their sunken eyes looked lifeless, they burned with determination. He was usually calm but now he looked tense with his movements being more articulate than usual. Adrianna stood stiff, her

Cyrus POVIt was still early morning by the time I got back to the royal capital of what was left of Ghysem. The tension and the pervading stench of blood did not weaken my determination, though. I had been away too long. So much had happened when I left that I don’t know. There was Drusus in the throneroom looking tired, as his psyche had recently been through lots of combat.“It is good to see you, your Majesty," Drussus said with a bow. He was dressed in worn armor, that had the remains of the previous battle caked on it, as evidence of the non-stop battle he had persisted in.“Drusus,” I responded. "It is good to see you. Although it is rather obvious the war is taking its toll on you. Give me your report. I need to know everything.”He started explaining actions he had taken due to desperation. His voice remained quite calm as I knew he must be quite drained by now. "Since you had left, the Southern Pack have become more dirty in fighting. Their shape-shifters sneaked into our m

Xeik's POV The morning twilight came in through the tall windows of my study, and even though the windows were wide open and the weather was bright and sunny, it was as if some unknown physical force, only the glow close to the edges of the darkness oppressing my mind. The light that was present seemed to falter against the darkness in my mind, the same way that the wind tries to blow away the fog. I walked back and forth, back and forth anxiously. Nothing made sense to me and it felt like my world was collapsing. I honestly wished I had never found anything out, I wished I had not been chosen as temporary monarch. The things I had found out last night tortured me—secret notes to an ally somewhere, receiving stolen money from Ghysem, having a base where shapeshifters were kept for them to be used and I could not forget the black veil that was on King Ares’ wrist. The visions remained fresh as scar. The more I thought about it, the clearer it appeared to me that I needed more informa

Lord Xeik's POV"Oh," I mumbled, relaxing a little. Then suddenly my defenses heightened, what if Castilla was the one responsible for burning the papers? What if she knew about her father's involvement with shapeshifters, stealing from the South, and whatnot? I dismissed the thought from my mind as quickly as it came, feeling guilty. It was not like King Ares ever included her in decision-making. She did not even attend the early morning briefing that her father had with the noble lords each morning. "May I come in?" Her soft voice floated through the air."Of course," I stuttered, adjusting my robe. "You can come in my lady."The door creaked open slowly. She had a small smile etched on her face as she walked in. Castilla was undeniably beautiful. Her eyes were a warm blue color and her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders. She was wearing a long black dress cinched at the waist and I could not help but stare at how beautifully her body curved in those clothes. Getting a hol

Third Person's POVThe atmosphere at the camp was charged with unease as the soldiers stationed above ground anxiously paced back and forth. Time had ticked by since their fellow troops had ventured into the depths of the tunnels and a sense of dread loomed over them.Whispers of apprehension quickly escalated into a frenzy of fear when the first Ghysem soldiers emerged from the darkness, fierce and unyielding. Chaos ensued as the southern troops were caught off guard and filled with terror, scattered in all directions.There was almost no time for them to react or counter their attacks. Soldiers from Ghysem slaughtered them like animals, blood flowed in the land like a river contaminating the stream.Within minutes, the southern soldiers were dead.***In the southern pack, Lord Xeik brooded in his dimly lit chamber, frustration boiling inside him. A soldier has come to report to him that they had been ambushed by Ghysem soldiers and all of them were dead. Only the man who gave the r