Protect Me Alpha King novel Chapter 60

Master Henderson's eyes twinkled, watching the bag of gold. I smelt his greed, making me smirk.

"Ah. This is getting heavy. I wonder who is the luckiest person who will hold this for me. I still had a lot stored under my clothes."

I touched my shoulders and made circular motions while silently looking at him.

"Woman. You know how to make a bargain."

"Money can move mountains, Master Henderson."

"We are on the same page, woman. Why don't we talk somewhere...private?" Master Henderson said in the end.

I beamed and motioned for him to lead the way. "That would be lovely."

His eyes narrowed, and he said, "Follow me. Hurry."

I ran after him. His steps were long and fast as if someone was hunting him.

When we reached his office, I was sweating like crazy, and the shawl wrapped around my shoulders was not helping. However, I could not take it off.

"That was a long walk. And sweaty."

I stifled a laugh when he faced him. He was sweating worse than me. His shirt was dripping with sweat. And without excusing himself, he yanked it off his body, threw it in the nearby chair, and slipped on another fresh shirt.

Wow. Talk about respect, and this bastard will not give it to you.

His back was free from any scars, which might mean he was not a former slave, just like what the rumors had said.

Lucky him.

Unlike me.

"That was rude."

"You're ruder. You watched me changing my clothes."

My eyes flushed. "That makes us even then, Master Henderson."

Suddenly, something fell on the floor—a glass of water. I did not care about the glass. What caught my attention was a woman who looked like she was in her thirties.

I did not notice her presence when we stepped inside. She was scrawny as if she was barely eating anything, but her face told me she was beautiful despite her almost skeletal features.

"Bitch! You're not only useless, but you're now breaking my things?"

Our eyes met, and it watered when we stared at each other as if she was pleading with me to help him. However, as if realizing what she had done, she looked away, ashamed he once asked someone to help her.

I gasped when Master Henderson kicked her on her side, making her fall forward.

"I'm sorry, Master Henderson," the woman apologized. "I-it will not happen again."

She tried to gather the shards and cut her fingers, drawing blood. Despite that, she continued collecting the broken pieces.

Look away, River. Pitying her is not the reason why you came here.

"It should never happen again!" he roared. "I better replace you. I don't want a skeleton serving me. You will scare them away!" he growled.

If this bastard only feeds her, she will not be skinny like this.

I clenched my fist at my sides while inhaling deeply. I must never meddle in a woman’s problem. I came here for Zenith. Nothing else.

“I’m not scared of her. She is beautiful,” I muttered. The two looked at me as if I had given them a treasure gold chest.

“She was once beautiful. It was her beauty that forced me to buy her. But look at her now. She is hideous.”

“Master Henderson, let’s not bother ourselves with that woman, okay? Let’s focus on why I came here,” I said, changing the topic.

At the corner of my eyes, tiny droplets of blood dripped from the woman’s wounds. I was tempted to heal her, but the bastard would know I had the ability to heal.

Damn. I felt useless seeing her, without doing anything to help her.

Finally, she was able to collect the shards and put them in the trash.

"Did you do what I asked you to do?" Master Henderson barked when the woman returned. Damn. She had to wash the wounds with soap. Her wolf would not be able to help her now because of her current situation. Could she even summon her wolf?

The woman's face quivered in reply. "I'm done sorting all the documents, Master."

"Who is she?" I asked, masking my pity.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Do you like her? I'm planning to sell her at the next auction. This bitch was once the luna of her fallen pack acquired by the alpha king."

"The alpha king?" Maxxwell?

"The previous alpha king who was fond of conquering territories and other packs, making it his own."

"That was a long time ago, Master Henderson."

I sighed in relief when it was not Maxxwell. I heard about the stories of that ruthless alpha king. Many people died back then during his reign, and he was considered the worst ruler of all in the history of the Lycan Kingdom. A lot of werewolves became rogues in the hope of overthrowing him. But they never succeed. It was only appeased when Maxxwell seized the throne.