All Chapters of Auctioned To The Rogue King : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO HAZELIsis gave out a shriek from within me, and there was a pain in my chest which felt like a severe wound being pried open further. My hands squeezed over my chest, wishing I could grasp my heart, and comfort it. Darius didn’t lift his hat, nor did he say another word. He stayed there for a while, before walking into the mansion.Thunder rolled in the clouds, rumbling, warning everyone to get into their houses, but it was already striking in my heart. I stayed there on the ground, hearing Iris wail from within me. Already, I was as pained as I could be, but I still had to feel her own pain too. The bond was broken. Me and Darius’ paths would never cross again, and I’d never know why.I sat there for a while, not knowing where to go. There was no way I could return to my stepfather. He’d never accept me back. Already, he was eager to give me away to the rogue King, and who knows, if Aurora caught wind of it, she might try to finish what she started in Alpha Li

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR XANDERThe past weeks had been one of the hardest weeks for me. Seeing Hazel so happy to be getting married burned me within because I wanted to be with her so badly. But she was happy; I ought to be happy that she was happy. She even comforted me at the balcony, not knowing that she was the reason I was so distressed, and disturbed. Then, I'd made up my mind to stay away from her, and avoid her at all costs, so I could do away with my unhealthy feelings. It was hard to concentrate, harder to work, hardest to even see Darius, and not think of how lucky he was. But he just had to misbehave with the golden opportunity he was given by the goddess. He became mean to Hazel, and naturally I became worried about her, so I kept going to see her, watching her from afar to see how she was doing. And each time I saw her, my heart broke. The least that could happen to help me, was seeing her have a happy and blissful marriage, not one that made her heart bleed. That was

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX HAZEL*‘You got yourself hurt. Do you think it's easy to tend your wounds, you slow-healing omega?’ Darius asked. We were in the bathtub once more, and he was cleaning my wounds like he'd done when we both made it from the Land of The Dead. ‘Do you have to spell it out?’ I asked. ‘Where does it hurt?’‘My head hurts. So does my back. My ribs seem to have cracked a little. There are numerous scratches and bruises here and there. I feel pain literally everywhere, and cold too. It's miserable, Darius.’Then he hugged me, and smiled, placing his chin on my head. ‘Then hold me tight. I'll be your warmth.’I smiled, but my smile ran down after a few seconds. ‘Hey, are you crying?’‘Crying?’ He asked, but his voice sounded distant. Drops and droplets of water fell and splashed on me, until I opened my eyes.*The ground was soft with hard rocks jutting me in different positions. My eyes hit a large leaf. Water was dropping on it, and it in turn splashed droplets on

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT DARIUS“What are you doing back here? I told you; this place— you cannot stay in my mansion!” My body was trembling. I could not even talk properly. My voice was faltering. It felt like I would suddenly explode out of anxiety, fear and shock.“Hazel! Can’t you hear me?” I stormed forward, and took her by the shoulder, my heart light and furry, as it hoped to steal a look that would last forever. I turned her to me in a flash, and saw it was another maid with hair just like Hazel’s. She squirmed out of my grip, and fell to the floor, pleading. It turned out she was deaf, and dumb. If she could hear, and speak, she’d have saved me the stress of getting so excited, and anxious at the same time. “King Darius, it’s time for your tonic.” I heard, and swirled around angrily. “It’s all your fault!” The elderly maid stepped back, flinching.“Your stupid tonic keeps making me see things. It makes me mistake things for something else! Is that your goal? To embarrass yo

CHAPTER EIGHTYXANDERI turned around to see Melissa, coming out into the moonlight, with a large cloak on, shielding her eyes which were definitely on the things with me. “It's not my business to pry, but may I ask where you're going at such a time, walking with such suspicious movements?”“With all due respect; like you said— it's none of your business, Lady Melissa.”“I see.” She said, then her gaze slipped to my pocket where I'd grabbed another of Hazel's scarf last-minute. It was dangling down, and a little smile twitched her face. “Sometimes later, I believe we should have tea. Maybe I'll come to pay my condolences to your sick mother.” She said, moving backwards, and she walked away. How would she suffer a miscarriage, and walk so perfectly with no sign of discomfort? I'd have to dig into her if she was going to dig into me.***Hazel flew to the door when she heard me knock, and she flung it open with expectant eyes. “Welcome.” She said, and from the mere restlessness she