Alpha King & his Trophy

10. My trophy

HANNAH

Guests were arriving one by one, each of them stopping by my cage and studying me as if I was some kind of endangered species. I requested some of them to release me but none of them listened and they just chatted between themselves, completely ignoring the fact that a living being was trapped in the cage and in the room where they planned to feast.

“I’m sure it’s just a huge misunderstanding and as soon as our mate arrives, he will set things right.” Cleo kept repeating this, trying to convince both of us that the King was not a wicked male, but he cared about us instead. But I already had doubts. His guests did not seem to bother that a she-wolf eyed them from behind the silver bars. Just what kind of s.hitshow was this? I tried to stand still, not touching anything because the cage bottom was the only non-silver part.

“Mate is here.” Cleo purred in my mind, excited to see him again. And I realized she was already hopelessly lost in the depths of mate bond and her rational thinking was compromised. Oh, lord.

I had to admit he looked absolutely gorgeous, I wished to run my fingers through his blond hair and my mouth watered when I spotted that perfect butt. Yeah, I was a butt person. His icy gaze travelled to me, and a little hope awoke in me as he moved towards my direction. He wanted to release me. This was just a childish mistake made by his guard. He would surely punish that moron and apologize to me. He would free me from this cage and take me to his embrace.

But none of it happened. He only passed by me to get to his seat. Until that moment I always thought mates cared about each other. Yet he literally ignored the fact that I was imprisoned in a cage! That son of a…

“Shane, my dear. What kind of present this is? It’s not even my birthday yet.” The older lady with long blond hair and grey eyes entered the room, followed by no one else than my favourite Alpha-rapist Garrett. And I couldn’t help myself to think that they all looked quite a like. They must have been relatives. Huh.

“Mother, sorry to ruin the fun for you. It’s not a gift for you.” It? I was an ‘it’? OK, I was officially cutting any chances for him to mate me. That person would never touch me. And as soon I was out of this stupid cage, I would leave this hell of a place.

“That’s the she-wolf I captured earlier today, mom.” Of course, Garrett had to chime in, wanting to take the credit. That pig. If only his mother new what kind of rapist her lovely son was.

“What a shame. First time we have a Yukoner in our lands, and I can’t even torture her a bit.” Alright, I guessed the evil ran in the family. The Queen came closer to me with a wide grin on her face. I immediately disliked her. There was nothing good in her empty eyes.

“Can it speak or is it just a savage like all of them are in Yukon?” She asked, most probably one of her sons, although she was looking straight at me. And I wanted to punch her into that arrogant cold face.

“I am no savage! Just what is wrong with you people?! What kind of sick games are you playing with me? Let me out!” I shouted and the Queen growled at me, taking a thin strip of leather out of her purse and whipping me with it several times. And it hurt a lot.

“Mother! Leave her alone and sit on your chair. We are about to eat.” The King roared and she frowned upon his words but obeyed. Tears were slowly falling down my cheeks, but I didn’t want to show any weakness to those brutes. I wiped the tears out with my bare hands, not realizing that I was being watched. They were analyzing my every movement and I felt very uncomfortable because of that.

“Aww, crying like a little b.itch?” Garrett laughed out loud, and I just couldn’t bear it anymore. I grabbed the silver bars and shook them violently, releasing a painful scream as the silver was burning my skin. But I would rather die than let them further enjoy my humiliation.

“Willow.” My so-called mate snaped his fingers and his advisor appeared out of nowhere, raising her hands high and saying some dark words in an ancient language. A dark smoke came out from her palms while her eyes turned into bright amethyst color. And I knew what species she was. A demoness!

But how was this even possible? Demons never cooperated with other species. They were pure evil and took care just about their own achievements, which was most of the time to feed on one’s soul. Yet, Willow seemed to respect the Alpha King and even obeying his orders.

The dark smoke reached me, and my heart stopped for a few seconds. Was she trying to kill me? And for a brief moment I almost gave up and welcomed the death again. But no. The smoke wrapped around my body very gently and made me calm and numb. I sat on the bottom of the cage and remained silent. I wanted to speak but it was as if my mouth was sealed. This must have been some type of paralysis spell.

“Now that we are complete, I wanted to show to all of you my new trophy which, thanks to my brother, will be used in many ways that could be beneficial for this kingdom. Take a good look at her. She is having an alpha blood in her veins and comes from one of the most noble packs of Yukon. And from now on she belongs to me.” He announced and it was a great eye-opener for me as I just learned who was the biggest evil in Amaroq kingdom. Not Garrett or his mother. But King Shane himself. Locking me in the cage, calling me his trophy. I felt like Helen of Troy when the Spartan King Menelaus forced her to promenade naked in front of his companions just to show off that he owned the most beautiful woman in the country. The only difference was that I was dressed and there was no handsome Paris to rescue me.

“I don’t understand this, Hannah. Why is he so mean to us? Males should cherish their females. The mate bond is sacred and should be treasured by both counterparts. But his behavior is so confusing. I have the impression he doesn’t even want us as a mate.” Cleo whined in my mind, and it broke my heart to see her in such a state. She was so overjoyed to meet our mate, she truly hoped he would treat us better. Well, we both were delusional. And the stories about his cruel personality were all true. This King was simply mad.

“But brother, clearly you can share her a bit. She’s a very good bed toy.” Garrett chuckled all of sudden. And if I wasn’t bewitched, I would spit in his face. I wasn’t anyone’s bed toy and especially not his. What was he blabbering about? That liar. We never did it together. Luckily.

“No! Nobody will touch her! She is mine!” The King roared in a loudest growl I've ever heard. He jumped up on the table right in front of the surprised Garrett, grasped him by his throat and threw him against the wall. And my jaw dropped. This was worse than I thought.