Semua Bab My Brute Alpha (The Alpha and His Omega #1): Bab 11 - Bab 20

CHAPTER ELEVEN **"Rene!" Rene's head tilts up when Kyra walks into the tattered room, the tiny cramped storage room his mother used to stay. Kyra halts, the putrid stench of decay and stale herbs is too strong for her to move further. Nausea trickles down her throat; She is revolted and disgusted by how Rene can sit comfortably on the moist, mouldy floor.' Well, he is just as filthy as this dirty room, this place suits him just fine," She thinks to herself dismally and continues to stand by the door."You shouldn't have provoked Father openly; what were you thinking, talking back disrespectfully like that?"Rene doesn't respond; he has several cracked ribs, and his arms are twisted abnormally from Aston's beating; strangely enough, it doesn't feel as painful as it looks. Rene wonders if it has anything to do with the mark on his neck. "Disrespectful? My mother died because of them, you want me to say nothing?""You could have died, I barely managed to save you the last time!"R

CHAPTER THIRTEEN **"Report," Lyrien's deep voice is low and impatient, Luca straightens to his feet. "The celebration is still ongoing, but everything is going exactly as we planned..." Luca produces the key to unclasp the thick chains around Lyrien's wrists and ankles, which have kept him chained to the walls.Lyrien's hard gaze settles briefly on the chains on the ground. He had put the shackles on for too long even though he could have easily freed himself. Hiding his strength had been necessary, the weaker they think he is, the better it will be. How easy it has been for the Akleri to fall under his scheme."Most of the Chiefs of the neighbouring clan are here today, attending the wedding,"A vicious smirk twitches on Lyrien's lips, His enemies, all in one place. This is even better than he had anticipated. His blood tingles with a raw dark excitement that he had not felt in a long time. Lyrien extends his hand, and Luca hastily hands him the curved cruel-looking sword. Lyr

CHAPTER FIFTEEN **A pin-drop silence follows. All the warriors stop cheering. The air cackles with danger emitting from the dominant Alpha."I never wanted to mix my blood with a Savage's; I couldn't fuck a filthy thing; I killed her, so what? Was she related to you?" Aston's smug smirk vanishes when Lyrien suddenly stabs the sharp edge of the knife straight into his eye, earning a soul-shattering scream from Aston. Lyrien's lips sneered as though disgusted by this weakling Alpha who is starting to spew out curses at him Still holding the knife masterfully, Lyrien makes a brutal twisting movement to completely pluck it from its socket.The organ twirls to the ground with a slight splat sound. Aston's cries vibrate the ruined hall, his blood pouring continuously from the now empty socket. Lyrien does the same to his other eye, and a powerful kick sends Aston flying against the nearest wall; his groans of pain as he clutches the spot his eyes used to be is met with laughter from t

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN **"You're also Jaron's bastard?" Lyrien spits out the words, filled with utter disgust, A twirp of disappointment that he refuses to acknowledge and finally, anger, knowing that his special bond, which should be shared with his unique chosen mate, has been given to this enemy. His eyes fixate on Rene's skinny form, his protruding collar bone that is exposed by his torn, saggy shirt; Lyrien blinks away unfeelingly; the welfare of the 'favourite' son of Jaron shouldn't be his concern. ' How did this barbarian know they'd been beneath? ' The electrifying grey eyes pierce into the very depths of Rene's soul. Now that this barbarian is neither in a cage nor in chains, the broad daylight makes him appear so much bigger... More frightening, like his most terrifying nightmare coming to life. "P_please," Rene stutters, his eyes watering with tears from the harsh grip of the barbarian on his hair which continues to sprinkle fires of pain throughout his skull."I'm just

CHAPTER NINETEEN * * Rene remains glued to the spacious bed inside the tent; the polluting noise outside has died down, and everywhere is now quiet.Most of the nobles were killed; only some were spared to become slaves. Eren may even be dead too, Rene thinks. All the royal bloodlines were used as sacrifice, the barbarians burning them as offerings; their torture methods were grotesque, and stomach-churning. Even though Rene shares no love lust with his brothers, seeing Aston die so cruelly had shaken up something within him, the crawling web of petrification so deeply woven in his chest. This pregnancy has saved him from being skinned alive or burnt like the rest of them. Rene certainly did not expect the heartless barbarian to care about a child who may turn out to be a useless omega like himself. Rene jerks up, startled when the tent flaps open, and several people enter, crowding the room. Their clothing attire instantly tells him that they are servants from the Dahome tr