All Chapters of To Betray The Alpha King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Deadly silence fills the room as Zachary looks at the elders with hardened jaws. Putting down the paper, he leans back to speak. “ So this was the important business you all wanted to discuss? You all think I can’t work-” Cherilyn interrupts. Gathering enough courage to speak on everyone's behalf. “ Your Highness, please. Don’t get us wrong. You are the greatest of Kings this council has ever had. We are with you. But we are also obligated to think about the common people. Moon goddess forbids that if something were to happen to you, countless wars would break out worldwide. There will be chaos and bloodshed. All that we ask is for you to give us the name of a successor-” “ My blood will be my successor, Cherilyn! My father gave me this position, and I must hand it over to my child -” “ But it's been seven years already! Our Queen hasn’t given this kingdom an heir, Your Highness! Without a child, I am afraid the bloodlines will change in the future.” “ Whether you like i

1548 miles from the Royal Lands 1:34 am Three young boys sauntered through the dense forest. “ This is stupid guys! We should head back!” The one at the end, Desmond speaks, heaving. With dirty blonde hair and green eyes, he was the most practical of all. Being 12, he was the eldest, but he wasn't the one leading this exploration or rather challenge. They continue to walk in deeper. “ Aghh come on! It has to be here somewhere or I may die of hunger!” The second one, Harold, exasperated. Stopping, he hunched over to catch his breath. Being of a fleshy build, walking for 3 hours without eating anything wasn’t his cup of tea. He preferred TV and chips. But today was an exception. Desmond and Harold looked ahead at their friend who showed no signs of fatigue. “ Aiden. Let's go back, man. It's just a stupid dare.” “ Yes Aid. I am starving.” Their friend turns around to look back at them. His determined blue eyes looked too solemn to belong to an 8-year-old kid. He

Aiden’s pov Scents are every werewolf's identity in our world. But somehow I can manipulate them. I can sniff a person and tell what the person is like. I can feel their emotions, their evil intentions and everything they hide from this world. Taking a deep breath. I open my palms to let my energy flow. I could feel each particle around me vibrating. Focussing, I let my scent overpower Des and Harolds. These men can’t go after them. I won’t let them till I stand here. I blankly stare as they both run away deeper into the meadows. Relief floods in my chest the further they escaped. “ Turn around. State your name and business.” My eyes stay fixed on my friend's minimising silhouette. As soon as they vanish into the thick fog. I turn around. A dozen of enormous wolves stood in front of me, baring their teeth at me. However that one scent that caught my attention was at the centre. There stood a huge man with bulging muscles. His eyes were malice. Dripping with n

Unknown pov “ Agghh fuc* him! That little piece of shit!” Groaning, I storm into my room to look down at my half-cut arm. My wolf has healed it to stop the blood, but my arm couldn't be put back. Those useless doctors can’t do one thing right. A bunch of morons! I stand before the floor-length mirror and tug on my shirt material to rip it off. My burned, scarred skin comes into view. My entire right arm and half of my chest are burned. The skin is hideous, thick and damaged beyond repair. I wrap gauze around my cut arm, and every second I spend tending to it makes me seethe in rage for that bastard kid. I swear I would have strangled him to death and then ripped his body into so many pieces that no one would recognise him. If it wasn't for him. Zachary. That fuc*er! Who does he think he is? The way he rubs his arrogance and power on my face every time makes me wish to kill him this second. A knock on my door interrupts me, and I groan. “ Who the fuc* is it

Aiden’s pov I am dragged through beautiful corridors and I couldn't help but admire the place's interiors. Huge lights hung from the ceiling, plush red carpets covered its floor, the doors were almost triple the size of normal doors and beautiful showpieces lined the halls. We enter a huge room and the guards let me go. “ Wait here. And don't touch anything you filth.” I don't say anything. This is how rogues are usually treated. It's no surprise. That old lady was friendly, doesn't mean everyone else will be. The doors are slammed shut behind and I look around to have my eyes get stuck on a masterpiece. My mouth hangs open as I stare without blinking. It was a woman’s statue. Made of gold. Damn. Just how much money does the king have? Gulping, I step closer to stare at the woman’s features. She has doe-like eyes, a button nose and a small smile lingered on her lips. Her long hair flowed behind her and a long gown adored her body. My eyes shone when I saw her