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

Xeik's POVI dressed as quickly as I could, putting on my armor. It felt a bit heavier than usual but I knew it was just the anxiety that was gnawing at me. I stood in front of the mirror making sure everything was perfect, a part of me hoping Castilla would come in the morning to wish me luck but she did not. Knowing that my soldiers would have been ready and waiting for me, I dashed out of the room and went to the training field I had asked them to assemble. I surveyed them properly. The first line was going to be me wielding a sword, and two other swordsmen, and the first fifteen lines were going to have our best archers who were fairly good at sword-wielding. Then I arranged the best spear throwers after that the swordsmen and I kept repeating the formation till the end. "Are you ready?" I roared. They roared in response, eager to attack our long-time``` enemy. I climbed onto my horse and then we started to march out of the palace towards the border. When we got closer, we woul

Moana’s POVThe return to the capital was at the same time liberating and torturing, The carriage was bumpy throughout the irregular road surface but this moment freed a tremendous weight off my back. The capital symbolized stability, a certain form of order amidst the destructions which had taken over Ghysem. But I worried about what was happening to Theophilus and the people at the new underground place far from where I was. That he should fight to the death to keep us safe was the one thing I admired, even though it cost me his company.There was no difference between one area and another – villages destroyed, cottages and hovels, thatch roof homes collapsed, the thatch exposed, the framework left behind. Burning ridges extended as if they were graves, the fertile land turning to charcoal of farm products. Broken hopes were there on the ground, lives that were once cherished by people were now completely erased.The actual roadway had been scarred and pitted; the crusts of the skin

The sounds of war have reached the capital making the atmosphere tense, the sounds of fighting could be faintly heard in Tina’s house. Every rumble, every clash of their weapons, brought a new spasm of involuntary terror to her bosom, which was twisted into a painful knot of concern at her stomach. She spent her time with Hannah, Philemona, Moana, and the twins sitting close in the room full of shadows, illuminated only by the feeble candle burning.Beyond the huge door, the real world lay, the world of a great war: the sound of the great, heavy drums could still be heard. Groaning and calls of soldiers, ringing metal in reply, the dull roll of horse hooves – the music of chaos. “Do you think they’re okay?” Hannah whispered, her eyes widened and hands folded in front of her lower abdomen tightly. She was clearly scared and kept glancing at the window as if she could somehow look through the walls and to the battlefield.“They will be alright,” Tina mumbled, her confidence being weak,

Agnes POVThe soft red of the sun penetrated through the windows to sufficiently light up Eunice as she cried. The woman was so tortured that the feeling radiated off her like a living entity – oppressive and stifling. My heart squeezed in my chest painfully as if someone had taken a rope and was twisting it, then twisting some more.We were alone in her room; there was nothing but the crackling from the fireplace and the regular sound of the clock on the wall. The room, in which she and I used to live felt like a cage, a confinement with every passing second.“Eunice,” I said gently, which I struggled to do since every muscle in my body tightened. The smell of dust, ink, and leather pervaded the room, the smell that brought a kind of familiarity, at least to my increasing sense of anxiety.‘’I have one final request to make of you a special request” I said in a soft but audible tone.The frown was etched on Eunice’s face as if she expected me to deliver devastating news. The flames o

Lady Asher stared at me directly with a malignant glare in her eyes. Her lips curled into a sly, calculating smile, sharp and unnerving. That smile was designed to hurt, to make me feel small and powerless. It hinted at secrets and small victories she had won against me.Her eyes sparkled with a nasty glee, dark and unfathomable. There was a cruel light in them as if she enjoyed seeing me get riled up by her.The lines around her mouth deepened signs of years spent scheming and deceiving. Her pale, smooth skin seemed to glow with an eerie light, but it was the cruel curve of her lips that stood out.She locked eyes with me, her gaze intense and piercing. For a moment, I felt exposed, as if she could see right through me, into the darkest parts of my soul.She knew her words had hit me hard. That knowledge hung between us, heavy and undeniable. There was no more pretending; the conflict between us was out in the open now. “Do you remember why your own father banished you from your home