All Chapters of Auctioned To The Rogue King : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CHAPTER NINETY-ONEDARIUS' POV.‘Spill.’ I'd told the seer four years ago on the night of the blood moon. ‘My King. I bear grievous news, and it might shake your heart so, but it is for the good of the pack, the Kingdom, and for our King.’ She'd begun, with her voice sounding as soothing as waves. Her gray eyes held deep concern, and sadness as she regarded me, making her look more ominous with the circlet around her dark head. ‘Go on.” I told her. ‘She will die.’‘What?’ I asked lightly, with a raised brow. ‘She will leave you broken forever, and you'll forever regret every decision you've ever made to get closer to her.’ She said, and took in a sharp breath.‘Who are you talking about?’ I asked, feeling a little alarmed with her actions. She began to breathe heavily, as her gray eyes rolled up in their sockets, leaving only the whites. ‘The Luna you have given to us will die!’ She said in a rough, raspy voice that echoed through the room like a storm rolling on the water. ‘Sh

CHAPTER NINETY-THREEHAZEL'S POV.We were going to be having our fourth Christmas together. Me and the kids. Ha. Surprised much? Yeah, I gave birth to twins. Two beautiful kids. I watched them running back to the house, dodging between trees, and over rocks, with Xander coming behind them, sweat shining on his face, and a big smile that he'd been known to give the children whenever they went hunting. Remembering how my labor had been so hopeless four years ago brought a smile to my lips. My water broke, and I was forced to give birth on my own.I thought I would die back then, but here I was, swinging open the door, so my little beasts could run in. Four years, but they were so energetic, and were always bouncing around. “You were the slowest. I was running right next to father, but you were lagging behind.” Azella said as her little hands fought to brush her scattered hair away from her face. “I wasn't slow. You were the one who kept running in my path!” Azel shouted back. Aze

CHAPTER NINETY-FIVEHAZEL'S POV.My hand clung to my shorts tight, as Xander looked at me. I'd finally said it. I needed to leave, and stop becoming more and more wrenched apart from society. “You can't be serious. You want to leave? At this time? No. That's not possible.”“Why not at this time? I've waited for so long. It has been four good years. Don't you feel pity for me even in the very least. What about the kids? Do you want them to grow up this way? Do you plan to make us stay here forever? With this kind of life? That's so unfair, Xander.”“I'm the one who will tell you what is unfair and what is not. This is for the sake of the kids.”“Four years ago, you said it was for my sake, but now it's for the kids, uh?”“Hazel, you can't leave.”“Why? You have no right over me. I'm a grown up woman. Surely, a twenty-two year old is old enough to make decisions for herself and her kids.”“Darius is looking for you! He's mad, and ordered that you be brought to him?” Why were his eyes

CHAPTER NINETY-SEVENHAZEL'S POV.My heart thundered, as I turned away. Azella was with Darius. She was even holding his hand. That hand with the claws that killed thousands. Panic raw and wild hit me. He would kill me. He would kill us. “Azel, follow me.” I said, quickly, going to a stall where they sold Christmas clothes. I immediately took a hoodie, and dumped it over myself, covering my head with the hood, and fixing my scarf around my nose. Quickly, I went towards both of them, my heart pounding in my chest. I was approaching death casually. If we were caught… I placed my hand on Azella’s shoulder, and looked down at her. She gazed up at me, and her eyes widened. “I'm so sorry. I was caught by the toys.” She apologized instantly, but I simply took her hand, not daring to look at Darius. “And who are you? Where are you taking her to? And what's with the scarf?” His deep voice rang out, stirring the combination of memories, fear and hatred rippling through me. For a while, I

CHAPTER NINETY-NINEHAZEL’S POV.The cab drove away quite speedily, and I stared once more at the house in which I'd spent my childhood, and most of my teenage years. I sighed. I was back to my house. The kids stared at the house with curiosity, taking in every little detail with awe on their faces. It wasn't much, but compared to the dingy little building Xander forced us to stay in, it was definitely a huge thing for them. I rang the doorbell, and we waited for a while, until stepfather suddenly popped his head out of the window. My heart took a jolt, and I got cold feet. What if he turned me away? What if he reported me to Darius immediately? Who knows? His hatred for me might have intensified over the four years in which we were apart. “Hazel?” He called, and his voice brought back memories. However, before I could answer, he was gone from the window. Seconds later, he emerged from the door, and made his way towards the gate. I held the kids closer to me, and for a while, his