Protect Me Alpha King novel Chapter 81

Alpha Wade inhaled deeply, his hands shaking under the table. He was trying his best not to attack me on my seat. If looks could kill, I would be dead by now.

However, I was not afraid of what he might do to me. In fact, I was enjoying every moment of his anger toward me. With the alpha king beside me, I was untouchable.

"That's not funny, Your Grace," Alpha Wade said. "I valued my slaves."

Smirking, I took a small bite of the watermelon in my hand.

Valued my ass. If Alpha Wade said he valued his position and power, I would believe him. But not the slaves. If he did, he would never punish us unjustly. He would never imprison us and let us starve for a maximum of three days so that we would learn our lessons.

Alpha Wade made me sick. I wanted to kill him at this instant. I was confident the slaves would dance a happy dance after that.

I put the leftover on my plate, wiped the corner of my mouth, and smiled at him.

"Kidding? I'm not kidding, Alpha Wade. I practically lived and grew up in this place. I know what I am saying, Alpha Wade."

No words could explain the horrors I encountered while living in this place, and only the slaves knew the actual scenario. Slaves like me. I was lucky (if I could say that) when I was only punished. But I could not say the same to the other slaves.

"Do you have evidence?" Alpha Wade asked, suddenly shifting his mood.

"I'll look for it." Or I could create one if everything was already wiped out.

I will lie and cheat if it means I can take my revenge.

"Which means you cannot say I sexually abused my slaves without proof, Your Grace. I wonder what the other alphas would think if they found out you gave proclamations without proof. That would jeopardize your authority."

My eyes bored into him. "Is that a threat, Alpha Wade?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "It depends on how you see it, Your Grace. As for me, I am only reminding you. Show proof about what you are saying, and I will face whatever punishment the alpha king will give."

What a bold bastard. He was confident in saying that because the slaves would always side with him for fear that he would do something in their family.

I finished my fruit. “Don’t bite what you can’t chew, Alpha Wade.”

"I am not."

"Father. Let's eat our food," Alpha Erik interjected.

The rest of the dinner was uneventful. I tried to disregard Alpha Wade’s presence while trying to eat all the food that was served.

The alpha king and the latter continued talking while I went silent, thinking of ways to uncover the mystery of my childhood.

I needed someone who would tell me nothing but the truth, and it was not Alpha Wade.

Which reminded me of something.

“Alpha Wade, may I know my wet nurse back when I was still a baby?”

I was never given a chance to learn about that. And it already left my mind because of my busy schedule.

The alphas and the alpha king's conversation stopped, and the attention shifted to me. “I thought that conversation about your childhood was already over, Your Grace.”

“It’s not. So tell me, who my wet nurse was at that time.”

“Even if you ask her, you will not know more than what I could give.”

Your fake distortion of reality? No, thank you.

“I will give her my thanks, Alpha Wade. It’s not easy to breastfeed someone who is not even your child.”

His eyes told me he was not buying it, but who cares? I had to ask someone to compare this bastard's statement and hers.

“It’s Liza.”

My eyes shifted to Alpha Erik.

“Liza?”

“I saw you the first time Father brought you while he gave you to Liza.”