Chapter 72:
“Will I be able to go home if I serve him well?”
She stifled a chuckle before letting her soft gaze rest on me.
“Whoever told you that lied. The King doesn’t let go of his property. Once you’re in, you’re in… Death is the only way out.”
Maybe not. There had to be another way.
“Have you ever thought of escaping?” I asked in a hushed voice, afraid the guards might overhear me.
A burst of hearty laughter escaped Alex’s throat, and I stared at her in confusion. What was so funny?
“That doesn’t work here, trust me. I’ve been here my whole life. I tried it too, and yet, here I am,” she said dismissively.
“But—”
“There is a slim chance of escaping. If you ever try, just don’t get caught.”
“And if I do?”
“You’ll still get killed, but this time by rogue hunters. So escaping isn’t really an option.”
Silence fell between us as I weighed my limited choices. This was harder than I thought. I needed help.
As we strode deeper into the heart of the castle, more guards appeared, their presence making the barren hallway feel suffocating. The murmur of voices filled the air, adding to my unease.
“We’re here. Compose yourself,” Alex warned.
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My heart flipped as we neared the massive double doors separating his chambers from the rest.
Noticing my faltering composure, Alex pulled me into a brief but warm hug.
“Cheer up. It’s not that bad. At least you get to see the Alpha. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen him—”
Her words were abruptly cut off by the sharp, breathless cries of a woman.
My eyes widened in surprise as Alex’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
She wasn’t screaming in pain. She was moaning.
She was in the throes of pleasure.
Was she also his property?
I swallowed hard, stifling the urge to react when Alex leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear.
“One more thing if you want to survive here… Avoid that moaning woman. She’s the King’s mistress, and she’s nothing but trouble.”
Her face slowly pulled away from mine, and I turned to mouth a silent thank you to her.
If he already had a mistress, then maybe he wouldn’t need anything from me.
