All Chapters of Chosen by The Alpha King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

(Ariel's POV)I stirred from sleep after the light nap and looked around the suite, Elijah was nowhere to be found. I dragged my sore but lightly rested body out of the room and back to mine.I was being extra careful, I could not let anybody catch me in Elijah's suite. Once it was discovered that I was very close to Elijah, a lot of people would boycott me if not everyone. And I would automatically be disqualified without judgment.I could not let that happen, I did not prepare doggedly for this contest only to be kicked out of the show on grounds of 'shady practice’ on the first night. The livestream knew I was on a one-on-one date with Elijah but it was not stated that I could do an overnight date so I needed to get back to my room before they found out.I wondered where Elijah had gone, I reached for my phone to check the time but my eyes caught a notification instead. My question was answered when I clicked on the notification, he was in the br

(Ariel's POV)Panic set in the moment I could not find the glove I had carefully crafted for Elijah. I turned the room upside down, almost on the verge of tears.There was no time to knit a full glove.I stepped out of my room just for a brief moment and it went missing. I sat on the floor and thought of how someone could have gotten access into my room. I turned to my guard.“Did anyone have access to this room while I was away?” I asked him sternly.He frowned, “What do you mean, ma? I have been standing here all day. How would someone get in there or are you accusing me of incompetence?” He questioned back.I shifted on my foot uneasily, something about his defense ate at me. “No. The glove I knit for the contest is missing and it has been in the room all along but now I can't find it.” I informed him.“I have not even seen any glove, are you deliberately insinuating that I had anything to do with the missing glove?” His forehead marred with a frown.I matched his frown with a frow

(Ariel’s POV)Raven and I got dressed and headed down the room where Emily was being held.“Elijah you can't believe that whore over me.” Emily's voice came from inside the room, I rolled my eyes and pushed the door open.All eyes turned on us. “And why can't he believe this 'whore’,” I demanded.“Because that glove was made by me, obviously.” She shot daggers at me.“Prove it.” I shrugged.“What?” She shrieked.“If you insist the glove is yours, then prove it.” I folded my hands and stared intensely at her.*I don't have to prove anything…” Her voice trailed off when she realized everyone was staring at her and waiting.“Ugh! Whatever,” She stomped her foot. “That glove is mine whether you all like it or not and if you can ask me to prove it then I can ask you to prove it's yours too, right?” She aske

(Ariel's POV)I woke up to a piercing headache and an empty space beside me. Elijah must have already left to avoid suspicion. A yawn involuntarily escaped my lips as I collapsed back on the bed holding my head.A few seconds later, I groaned and attempted to rise again. This time around I succeeded, my body half erect as I leaned on the headboard my head furiously aching. I reached out and rubbed my forehead trying to ease the ache of my throbbing temple.I groped around the bedside drawer until I found a medication, I popped a few pills and washed them down with clean water then I relaxed back on the bed.The dim morning light that seeped through the curtain, casted a glow over the room and gave off me warm feeling. I loved that it was not too bright, it was just perfect for my throbbing headache.My mind drifted to the activities of the night and I blushed deeply. My heart pounded in my chest when I thought of what I had said in my drunken state.I confessed to Elijah. I buried my

(Ariel's POV)I sat frozen and unmoving, my hand trembled lightly as I pondered on Vincent's question.“I want to know about your father.”The statement kept running in my mind even in my immobile state. I refused to acknowledge the question, what did he want with my father?I was not expecting the question, what had my near death had to do with my father? I had barely survived from the ruckus earlier and here he was questioning me about a man who had since died.It kept me on edge. Why did he ask about him all of a sudden? I thought about what we had been discussing.‘Yes, we were just discussing his reasons for appearing in the palace today.’ I thought. So how did the conversation include my father?I paid him no attention, my mouth shut, as I looked around the room instead, my eyes falling everywhere but in Vincent. I felt his gaze sharply piercing, waiting for an answer.And when I could not stand it anymore, I bent under his gaze.“What do you want with him?” I managed to ask.“I