All Chapters of The Alpha King's Saving Angel: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Arella’s POVYou know what the biggest flex someone who is royalty has?They’re ROYALTY!You know what my sorry excuse of a peasant isn’t?Royalty!Lucky for me, that fact didn’t even begin to sink in until just before the servants announced – Yes! They announced our arrival! My heart started beating furiously in my chest and my hands started feeling clammy. I hated this feeling! Feeling like I was prey and about to walk into a lion's den… Well, like every other time my instincts were telling me to cower and hide, I stuck out my chin and forced my hands to calm…It helped.But little did I know that I was walking next to the metaphorical crazy-as-shit lion! Because the second we entered, the voices were hushed and everyone turned to us. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension, the air buzzing with the kind of energy that suggested a storm was brewing.I took a

Arella's POVThe silence stretched on, too thick, too uncomfortable. I could practically feel the weight of his thoughts, heavy with guilt and self-loathing.“I heard you caught Cain training with a sword yesterday?” I said, sick and tired of the atmosphere and, I turned to him, forcing my voice to stay steady. Zane’s gaze flicked to me, eyes narrowed, but I didn’t flinch.“He wanted to impress me,” he muttered, his tone flat. “I told him he didn’t need to because I’m already proud of him. But I don’t think he believes me.”“Give him time,” I said and let out a soft sigh. “He loves you, and he will eventually forgive you.”There was no doubt in my mind that Cain loved his father and would do anything for him. Their relationship has just hit a rocky spot, because--- well grief did the strangest things to people. As long as there was love, there

Arella's POVI stepped further into the cabin, my heart heavy as I glanced around. The old chair was still by the fireplace and my unfinished book lay on top of the mantle. The wool blanket was still haphazardly thrown over the couch in the middle of the room, and the table was still set for two. Everything was the same, but nothing felt like it anymore.Nothing would ever be the same again…My wolf let out a soft sound, and mentally, I let my hand sink into her soft fur, stroking her and giving her comfort. Strangely, it also alleviated some of the aches I’d felt as if her comfort was my own. It made a small smile tug at the edges of my lips, but nothing else really happened. I turned around and---Then I saw him!“Tiny!” I exclaimed and bolted towards my chameleon. He was perched on the windowsill, his scales shifting in and out of shades of blue and purple as if he were trying to blend with the moss outs

Arella’s POVThe road home felt like hours.Each minute dragged on, the silence between us thick and suffocating. I barely even noticed as the forest moved by, as I sulkily kept my eyes trained straight ahead, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Why the hell was he so pissed that I’d left? Was it some kind of werewolf law? Surely, he couldn’t punish me for being ignorant!Right?My wolf kept working on her will…Ignoring my newly formed companion, I glanced up at Zane, wondering what was going through his head. The anger was like a storm that I couldn’t weather. The fury in his eyes when he found me outside his territory—like I’d committed bloody murder!—had left my head spinning. Hell, I’d only gone to my cabin to grab some clothes, for Pete’s sake! To feel something normal for a change. I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong! Unless it was illegal f

Arella’s POVThe kitchen was filled with the warm smell of sugar and cinnamon as I stood at the kitchen counter, flour dusting the surface in a messy pile. Cain and Eva were laughing, both covered in a thin layer of flour, their small hands grabbing at cookie cutters and dough with wild abandon. I grinned, finally feeling like there was some kind of normalcy back in my life. After all the chaos I’d been through – being shot, almost killed, and being turned into a werewolf – I wanted to hold onto this as tightly as I could.I love to cook!My mom had been the real chef in the family, but she’d always let me cook with her. Be it a huge feast for carnival or baking cookies for Christmas, she was always moving around in the kitchen. Hell, even now, I swear I could hear her laughter as Cain helped his sister with the butterfly cutter.This felt like home…“Are we making chocolate ones too?” Cain asked eagerly, his face covered in flour