Alpha Jacob

Chapter 1

Calista’s POV

This is the first time I stepped foot in the corridor of the palace, the huge walls were guarded by armed werewolves, a sigil was placed on their right chest as a sign of their loyalty and duty to the throne.

The books are right about how magnificent the palace is, and how it screams power by just its appearance. I thought those books in the library were just made to protect the image of the palace and make it look like a paradise, but now I saw it with my own eyes.

Holding both of my arms carefully, the kingsguard snapped at me, handing me over to a woman with a serious, grumpy face.

“Mellisandrei will take care of you, dress you, and prepare you for the night of choosing. You will be handled with gentleness before we hand you over to your new owner.” The Kingsguard explained, eyeing the woman he called Mellisandrei as if they were talking through it.

“Are you a w***e as well?” I asked as we walked through the silent corridor of the palace.

Every shaft of the wall has a guard in it, keeping every part of the palace looked after.

I heard rebels have been spreading like wildfire these past days, making the throne open for the possibility and risk of war.

Mellisandrei eyed me. “Almost all women here are whores, except when you were born with royal blood, in which you are treated highly and matched to a noble prince.”

I nodded. “Who owned you, then? How’s your experience as a w***e?” I stopped when she snapped at me with sharp eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m just curious. I am yet to experience my first s*x and I am completely curious and unaware about how it is done, how painful it is, or how to correctly pleasure a man. I’m afraid I would do it in the wrong way, and end up disappointing my owner instead of giving him pleasure.”

Mellisandrei didn’t answer though, instead, she remained her focus in the corridor until we reached a room that says Red Reach.

“You don’t need to know how it’s done beforehand meeting your owner. Men like women more when they are virgin, when they are innocent and unaware of s*x because that pleases them more. They love putting dirt in the dignity of women. So once you are used, they will throw you out of the room like dirt they never want to ever see again. When you lose your virginity, you become less valuable. You lose your value and you turn into a common w***e that every werewolf—may it be a low-ranked omega, a beta, or common guards—can f**k you anytime they want.”

Fear washed over me at her words, and I began to wonder if I had made the right decision by agreeing into this. But then, I think it will still be better to be in the palace and be filled by c***s than continue to endure my father's slaps and punches, and witness my step sister be happy with the man I love.

The bruises and physical pain that they caused me will soon vanished on my skin, but the emotional pain will always remain like a scar any ointment cannot erase.

Shaking my head, I reminded myself that I will enrich myself through working in the palace, and one day I will come back... and those who hurt me will feel twice the pain they put in me.

I suddenly realized that the reason why I am given the benefits like a highly-born werewolf, is only because I'm a virgin and no experience of s*x at all. And once my owner f****d me in times I don’t know how many, the Alpha King would terminate my contract until I become a common w***e available to be used by any werewolf.

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When we entered the Red Reach, Mellisandrei guided me to the bath tub full of milk.

“Remove all your clothes and dip yourself in the milk. It will smooth and calm your skin.”

I have never experienced it my entire life. Milk is as expensive as gold, even my life can’t be enough to afford it.

“Can you tell me what would happen on the night of choosing?” I mused, thanks to the milk that eases my bruises and scars.

Mellisandrei covered me with a white towel as soon as I got up from the tub.

“High officials come to examine virgin whores like you. You’re lucky if the Alpha Prince chooses you, unlucky if he doesn’t, that means you will fall under the arms of the remaining officials.” She answered quietly, as if she had been used to answering this question from newbie whores like me.

Mellisandrei continued when she caught me creasing my forehead.

“Some say Prince Alex f***s good. He doesn’t just f**k, c*m, and go. He also lets his w***e orgasm alongside him. While other high-ranked officials from different thrones are known for their small c***s and lazy s*x performance. They want their whores to ride them, f**k them, and make them c*m, it ends after that.”

From the way Mellisandrei speaks, it brings on the record that she’s got quite a lot of experience. I suddenly wonder how many men have f****d her cunt and how many of those made her c*m.

But of course I didn't want to insult her so I just kept my mouth shut.

A beautiful decent long-maiden gown has been prepared for me. Its neckline gracefully reveals my collarbone and cleavage, while the side slits of the gown allow glimpses of my long legs.

Mellsandrei remains beside me when we get to reach the castle aisle, the area in the palace where small and not that necessary events like this are celebrated.

I stand together with other whores with the same gown as mine. They are beautiful as well, and it shows in their confidence that they know what they are up to. It seems like they have been trained for this more than any other girl could’ve been trained.

When the expected officials started to arrive, the girls beside me bowed their heads to greet these lords which I followed. I mimicked all their movements and smiled whenever they would smile.

There are five lords and two Alphas who have arrived in total. Some of which are young, some are already extraordinarily old.

I wonder how would these old men f**k beautiful young women in bed?

Our attention was caught up when the Alpha Prince Alex entered the castle aisle. Every one, including the lords and alphas, greeted him with a bow gesture.

Alpha Prince Alex stood tall in a midnight-blue doublet woven with silver thread. A cloak of white fur cascaded from his shoulders, clasped at the throat by a sapphire brooch shaped like a roaring wolf. Gold embroidery traced the edges of his sleeves and collar, screaming power over his demeanor.

I am the last woman that the Prince has examined. When he gazed his eyes at me, I felt a sudden roar in my insides.

Without asking for permission, he traced my cleavage with his index finger, moved closer to me just enough to peek in through my gown.

“You have young t**s,” he stated, sliding his finger inside until he was pinching my t**s. “Moan.” He commanded.

I let a soft moan out my lips, just to match the rhythm of his finger in my chest.

He then looked at every lord and alpha.

“This is mine. She is no longer available for your beds, my lords and alphas. Her cunt and t**s are mine to torment, might as well her beautiful mouth.”

The Prince Alpha Alex said with so much power, his voice echoing through the four corners of the castle aisle.

“That is noted, my prince. I must say the lady w***e is lucky to be chosen by you. A lovely cunt for a lovely prince.” One of the officials quipped.

“She must be lucky and unlucky.” The Prince answered. “Lucky because she will lose her virginity to high born royal blood, unlucky because I can’t promise I’ll be gentle toward her cunt. I might devour every single inch of her skin until she screams the hell out of her.”

Laughter fills the castle aisle with the not-so humorous banter of the Alpha Prince.

When he gazed at me again, he smirked.

“Come to my room later in the middle of the night. I’ll wait for you there.”