The Alpha King Call Boy – Chapter 80

I closed the door behind Kayden and let my polite mask slip off my face, frowning. Our conversation had been very enlightening but also very heavy. I wondered if Alexander had ever actually grieved his mother, or if he had only been distracting himself for the past decade. It was sad to think about holding onto pain like that for so long.

He’d lost a part of himself when she died. That much was clear. And right at a time when the other part of him, what Alexander had referred to when last we spoke as “the absolute worst of him,” was needed most. He’d leaned into his role as Alpha when it was required and when it was also all he felt he had left. And he won a war as a result.

Kayden was very earnest in insisting that Alexander was not heartless. I wondered what Alexander himself thought about that rumor. Whether he would deny it, like his friend did. I somehow doubted that he would.

. Not entirely, at least.

ight before our wedding. He said he hated me for being cold. That I had no emotion, and it made me unlovable.

rn into, as well.

ommon than I realized. Not really in a way that made it easy for us to be together.

what he seemed to like seeing me in best. I picked out a soft blue dress with a low, square neckline that showed a fair amount of my breasts, a white gold necklace, and diamond earrings.

f anger to keep me going on the other route, anyway. I ran a bath with lavender salts and took my phone with me to so

to ask when to expect him back, but thought better of it. I just sent my agreement to his invitation and hoped he would offer that information himself in response.

Alexander

he’s never registered a vehicle or leased or bought a residence, at least not with her legal name, since then either. No employment, criminal or medical records that I can find. Either Iris died the day your mother did, or she’s been living as a ghost ever since.”

d her fa

te, and death records for her mother and grandparents.

asked. “How do you survive in this world without leaving any trace of your existence?”

aid at last.

likely all the time.

ace, even though there was not much in there that helped us. “You said you were familiar with her.”

ken, mild-mannered. Kind of excruciatingly innocent. She seemed to have trouble looking me in the eye.”

f women get shy around you.

ered something. A scene flashed before my eyes: the very last time I had spoken with Iris, right as I was about t

he admitted shyly, she did envy that I would see the world as I traveled.

nes.

en trenches, stuffing my ears with cotton to keep roaches from crawling inside them in the rare hours that I slept. Enduring the elements without a roof over my head. Going without a bath for months on end, my filthy hair matting, at times, into dark dreadlocks soaked through with mud and the black blood of vampires.

gruesome realities.

ever been were the tiny nearby village where she was born and then, after being hired to serve my mother, the insular world that existed within the palace

ry important.

I ever do travel, that’s where I will go.”

Scarlet didn’t get to her first – maybe that’s where she wo

days.

sed Scarlet as my mother’s killer.

t a sharp, stabbing pain in the center of my chest when I thought about leaving Fiona, though. I didn’t know how I was going to do that. Especially not now, while I

e to figure something

he palace.

he looks good,” he said. “I only talked to her for a few minutes, but I think she’s f

ood. Listen, I’ve got another update about the other thing

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ails later, but you and I are going to take another trip. A longer one this time, I’m afraid.”

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