All Chapters of The Alpha's Slave: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

"I have assigned soldiers to roam the city for any sign of shapeshifters. They do not know that the shapeshifters will petrify but once they see it happening, they will know what to look for," Altid told Agnes. "That is a smart move," Agnes commented. "Because whoever knows may choose to sabotage our plans."It was not long after she said this that a soldier ran into the room, his face looked pale and fear-stricken. "I was told I would find you here Your Highness," he said in short gasps. "Lord Altid," he gave a slight bow."Some of our soldiers," he said still gasping. "I think they might need medical attention," he said. "They are suddenly turning green as their skin is drying up. They are in severe pain.""Because they took up an appearance that wasn't theirs to deceive Ghysem," Agnes smiled. "Your Highness?""Need not worry yourself," she said, still smiling. "They are simply shapeshifters from the south who have infiltrated our pack. That is why they have petrified."He had an

Lord Xeik, suddenly awoke with a sudden leap of his heart which pounded against this chest like the forge of a blacksmith. Even at the break of dawn, the illumination of light was poor and the outlines of the tent seemed to creep on him like skeletal hands reaching for him. He had had a nightmare where he had lost his life and not in the most pleasant way. He sat up abruptly and looked around him then suddenly saw it—a black veil spread out like a funeral pall, lying beside him.His mind traveled back to the day before he had come to Ghysem, the recollection of the same veil when he woke up. Castilla has not been beside him, instead, there has been a similar black veil. Then he had not thought much of it but the sight of this one had horrified him, the feeling it elicited left him with utter dread; it was a chilling reminder in his ear. Was someone attempting to send him a message? Why had he not been killed? If King Ares had died because of the black veil, did that mean that he was g

Minerva's POVThe visions came at night when the cover had been drawn, tearing at me in its stormy twists and turns. Ghysem’s flames were rising before my eyes, I saw a real fire of hell flaming and destroying everything. My daughter looked terrified as she screamed, her shout was piercing in the dark as if she belonged to the depths of hell. It was burned into my mind like a branding iron of terror as if a hot knife had cut a scar which each beat of my heart brought back.Cyrus, her mate, lifted her gaze toward the ceiling, and sadness and hopelessness filled the young man’s face. His young years were to be spent in front of the sharp audience of sorrow and pain: acts woven out of grief and scenes made of suffering. Unfortunately, Hayes was again helpless while his mate lay as good as dead on the ground yet again. The burden of kingship weighed him down so much that he had to go on and continue with the fighting no matter what.My heart raced as if I was a mas wolf, or a wild horse r

Agnes sat there her head spinning round and round in circles as she looked at her mother her mind still reeling with Minerva’s words. The light of the tent was low in the night and the sad wrinkles of Minerva’s face were sharp and clearly noticeable.‘’Hey Agnes, why are you afraid to show your powers? Minerva enquired, she asked, her tone soft but commanding, a whisper that restarted the flickering flames of fear in Agnes’s heart."How do you know about that?" The wild stallion was beating in Agnes’ chest and she snapped at the both of them suddenly. Earlier she had been so cautious, so surreptitious, she had veneered her evil over with a veneer of commonness.Minerva watched her keenly and as she moved closer to her, the girl’s eyes had a glint of mischief. “How come you’re not inquiring about green lanterns?” She asked that question in a low, conspiratorial tone. By referring to the green lanterns another misconception was thrown into the heart of Agnes and her soul was electrified

Agnes POV Chaos reigned supreme and it was as if the energy from the battlefield, the clash of steel, and the throaty cries of the warriors, threatened to turn the world upside down. Agnes fought beside Cyrus and they were coordinated like dancers on a dance floor as they killed. Fury dances, Cyrus’s sword moving past the foes, yielding increasing slices with an escalating combination of deadly power. Agnes’s own blade gleamed weakly in the half-light and was driving into the armor of their enemies.In turn, they paved their way through South Pack’s soldiers without missing a beat in this storm. From a crazed soldier, Agnes skillfully dodged a powerful swing and felt her arm tingle as the sweat covered the girl’s face. Cyrus whirled to the right of her, his short sword cutting through the soldier’s vest and into his flesh which caused him to fall down.So when the battle continued, Agnes felt sore to the bone, each part of her protesting to stop fighting. She felt a thumping in her c