All Chapters of To Betray The Alpha King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Zachary’s POV Justice. If there is one person to equate that word? It’s me. Zachary King. The werewolf King. And I am damn proud of it. The blood of culprits on my hands fill me with a kind of thrill. It may sound insane but I love the sound of their cries, their pleas of mercy as they take their last breath. It’s bloody peace. Disposing off those shitty people from the world. Execution is boring, I love torture. Raw, carnal and unrestrained. However today? It was different. Very different. That thrill, that excitement were dead and I wanted to be anywhere but here. Yet being the King, I have to sit here, witness this. See her. One last time. The crowd suddenly went rabid, their cries for blood clawing at my ears. And that’s when I knew, she was here. “Kill him!”
“Monster!”
“Burn him alive!”
“Show his face!” I sit there, silent, my hands gripping the armrests of my chair so hard I might snap the wood. The noise means nothing. It’s a distant roar compared to

Eirene’s POV I stirred awake, to only feel every part of me aching from the hours spent curled on the damp, unforgiving floor. How long was I unconscious? What happened? Why didn’t they execute me? My eyes opened slowly, the dim light stinging as my surroundings came into focus—bare walls, stone slick with moisture, and shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly. The cell. I was back here. I didn’t bother moving. What was the point? Even the thought of sitting up felt like too much effort.The tattered shawl clung to me like a second skin, rough and threadbare, barely shielding me from the cold. My legs, bruised and exposed, were drawn to my chest in a desperate attempt to hold onto some semblance of warmth. My teeth chattered uncontrollably, the sound echoing faintly in the silence of the cell. Each breath I drew felt like a struggle, the icy air clawing at my lungs, making me shiver harder. The dried blood on my skin pulled painfully with every movement, a constant

Raven’s pov Starting into those brown deadly orbs seeping with coldness, I felt something familiar.Those eyes, I recognised them…. Could it be really her? But how is it possible…. Hoe could she be the Queen, how could the King let this happen. I opened my lips to speak, knowing these may be my last words if not chosen correctly. "No fire can ever burn you, let alone touch you if the one burning inside you is brighter than the one around you. " As soon as those words left my lips, those dead eyes shone with a flick of an emotion. Phoenix's grip on the syringe loosens as she furrows her brows to seethe. My doubt got confirmed. She is really…. her. " Who are y...ou?" " Someone you may not remember, but you are someone I can't forget. " "24th August, Filian Street, a house was set on fire. You saved my child." " Risa" Those brown orbs search for something in my determined ones and then click. Phoenix throws aside the syringe to move back, leaning on the wall

My chain of thoughts is interrupted by the door creaking open. Wilson stepping in and I sigh. Not him again. Now that he can’t touch me because I am pregnant, he is thinking of other ways to break me. “ I see you are still breathing bitch. Saved by that bastard kid in your womb.” I am sure it is somewhere around 3 am. No one visits at this hour. Whatever. Closing my eyes, I try to go back to sleep when suddenly my front is slammed on the floor. And then click. He locked my hands behind me. " Fuc* off bastard!" I trash to no avail. My body was too weak right now. Another click follows and I see him locking my ankles together. Moving back he cracks his neck to a side to whisper. " Perfect" " What is the meaning of this!" I seethe, trying to squirm and get it off when he replies. " Your Highness has made his decision...and he has asked me to inform you. " He speaks, with a smirk lingering on his lips. And my stomach churns in anxiousness. Zach. " I wa

Thunder cracked above, splitting the sky in a vicious roar that seemed to echo the storm inside me. The rain was relentless, cold and sharp as it soaked through my clothes, but I couldn’t bring myself to move, couldn’t bring myself to care. A crowd had gathered at the cemetery, their hushed voices a dull hum I barely registered. Their judgment didn’t matter—not now. Not ever. My hands hung limp at my sides as I stood at the front, watching. A half-buttoned black shirt clung to my skin, the rain weighing it down. My hair was a mess, sticking to my forehead, but my focus wasn’t on the cold or the discomfort. My focus was on her. The body wrapped in white muslin cloth was lowered gently to the ground, soaked and soiled by the storm. My fists clenched on instinct, nails digging into my palms, but I couldn’t feel the pain. Pain like that wasn’t enough. Her voice whispered through my mind, soft and broken. 
"Tomorrow, after they kill me... I want you to touch me one last tim