King Ezaih

Episode three: s*x Slave

The Crowning celebration was about to begin. Asher was dressed excessively and researched at the clamoring werewolves. He was feeling great.

The impression of power and status thrilled him.

While he collapsed his legs and mumbled a tune, Xander appeared in pieces of clothing that looked more shocking and extravagant than Asher's.

He swaggered towards Asher, enveloped by his couple of trained professionals.

Asher glared right away.

This old fool was just a Guardian, but today he looked and acted like he was significantly more than that.

People who showed up at this event confused could attempt to believe that he was the man who was taking the Alpha position.

"Stop drooping." Xander looked at Asher in disdain.

Asher got up and stood upstanding.

"Howdy Mr. Xander."

"Any minute from now, you will be Crown the Alpha. I believed you will lead us well and not let anything interfere with your duties as Alpha." Xander tapped Asher on the shoulder.

"Keep in mind that we werewolves must always uphold our honour. Remember who contributed to our pack's survival and prosperity, and who certainly save your ass from the fire."

There was a lot of significance behind Xander's words.

He was obviously advising Asher not to try to tarnish all the things he had accomplish as a Guardian.

"Without a doubt. I will continually recall your charitableness and repay it with my life. You can unwind. I can't eliminate what isn't mine." Asher smiled.

Nevertheless, some place inside, his heart was disgusted.

Regardless, the Alpha position was continually expected to be his.

At last, he would have to discard Xander and recover all that truly had a spot with him. Asher pondered inside.

"Amazing. Try not to think about playing any tricks. I'm watching you." Xander smiled back.

Asher signaled generous, keeping this scene as pleasing as could truly be anticipated.

Satisfied, he then, at that point, left.

At the point when he was gone, Asher couldn't hold in his dismay any more and kicked over a trash canister.

Clearly, Xander wouldn't forget to embarrass him on such a critical occasion.

He clearly didn't see him in a serious manner.

If he thought so, Asher was ready to show him that he could fight back also.

At this point, Asher's right hand man, Dante painstakingly drew nearer. Asher crashed down in a seat and hurled in aggravation.

"What is it?"

"We have really gotten Scarlett." he paid all due respects to Asher in a delicate tone.

"Nice work." Asher said enthusiastically.

"Send her as a s*x slave to king Ezaih. Guarantee she is stripped and a short time later leave her in the room prepared for King Ezaih."

Disregarding the way that she was an unassuming slave, Scarlett was at this point an exquisite lady.

As Asher might want to think, giving Scarlett as a gift to the King Ezaih wouldn't simply give him a good impression of Asher, but that damn Scarlett, she would get what she deserves.

Imagining this plan in his psyche was adequate to set Asher feeling better.

"Regardless, sir, how certain are you that the king will perceive your gift? Given that he is the king of all supernatural beings, you should avoid getting on his bad side.

Xander smiled disgustingly, yet was careful so as not to stay in eye contact with Asher.

"You bonehead. Are you more smart than me or do you want to die horrendously?" Asher slapped the back of his head.

Although Asher had to admit he was concerned, but he was not concerned by what Dante said.

Consider how plausible it is that the King treated Scarlett in the same way he treated a piece of his s*x slave previously and tortured them to death. If that happened, Asher would no longer have the option of getting his chance with her.

"Sir, King Ezaih is here."

Dante gently tapped Asher's arm, startling him out of his reverie.

Asher looked ahead and noticed the king himself, King Ezaih Khan, in the dinner hall.

He was dressed in a gold suit that had been meticulously tailored to fit him perfectly.

His features were appealing, but he was cold enough that everyone around him retreated whenever he moved. It was difficult to believe he had lived for a century.

A couple of supernatural beings had to be kings, and King Ezaih was undoubtedly one of them.

"My Lord, I'm so cheerful, you were able to make it. My name is Asher Hart, and I'm the future Alpha of the werewolf pack."

Asher took a step forward and spoke in a praiseworthy tone.

In any case, King Ezaiah remained silent. He just looked at him coldly. In his opinion, Asher was the logical equivalent of another common werewolf here.

Asher smiled clumsily and directed his hand in a certain direction.

"You should be exhausted after your journey." Take a load off, my lord, assuming no one cares."

Aside from giving a speech and becoming the new Alpha, it appeared that this ceremony had been transformed into an opportunity for Asher to attempt to fulfill King Ezaih.

Regardless, Ezaih didn't say much about paying little attention to what Asher attempted. It was attempting to gravitate toward him.

Regardless of how reserved he was acting now, Asher was expecting him to make a bold effort to praise him. He could do anything to gain power.

He moved toward Ezaih with brilliant eyes just as the gala was about to reach a decision.

"My Lord, I have prepared a space for you that I believe you will enjoy. I've left a small gift for you."

Asher spoke hesitantly in a delicate tone and winked, confident that Ezaih would understand what he was recommending.

Asher observed that he would not respond.

"In light of everything, I must accept that you are having an unusual night, my lord."

Ezaih had never met a man who spoke more than the average lady. He shook his head and left as he felt a headache.

"Another attack of that sucking demon? It's not even full moon." Ezaih wolf side, spark asked.

"I'm not sure why it arrived so early this time."

"Maybe we should leave now."

"No, I can anyway take it. Additionally, if I leave as of now, it'll essentially attract considerably more thought."

Each full moon, Ezaih would be pursued by the most strangely painful and isolating headaches that would cause the blood sucking demon inside him to take control.

All together not to hurt anyone, he sorted out some way to just lock himself in his room whenever it was full moon.

He only showed up at the Coronation since it was not full moon and also he was the king of supernatural being.

The werewolves, the vampires, the fey( fairies) and the elves are under him since he is the king.

Anyway, he endured the torture admirably until the ceremony was complete.

By then, his head felt like it was being beat on by tremendous number of sledges all at the same time.

That rough desire to destroy all that in his way was continuously making right out of his body.

He expected to control himself and stay prudent until he could be far off from every other person. Submitting to the blood sucking demon inside him right now would simply be a disaster.

Asher, on the other hand, stayed close by him and decided to put Ezaih's tenacity to the test.

"Once again, my Lord, let me accompany you." Asher said to Ezaih again.

Ezaih mumbled and turned to him.

"Please accept my conciliatory sentiments, but I may want to be alone from everyone else for some time."

Ezaih tried to smile, but Asher noticed that his tone didn't sound pleasant in any way.

Asher's face turned bright red as he tightened his lips and covered his mouth.

"Now you may leave." Ezaih examined him vigorously.

"Right away, My Lord."

Asher quickly turned and walked away.

When Ezaih finally sent Asher away, he enthusiastically walked around the room set aside for him. He couldn't keep the beast inside any longer.

Scarlett, on the other hand, stirred stunned, but the infection air blowing on her body was enough to quickly get her back in the groove.

She tried to get up, only to realize she couldn't.

Her hands and feet were tied to the edge of this enormous bed, and she was completely exposed.

There was even something in her mouth that muffled every sound that came from it.

What was going on? She shifted her gaze to examine her natural components.

She found herself alone in a room she had never seen before.

She tried to break free, but the ropes became increasingly tight around her wrists.

She screamed and roared, hoping to convey her displeasure to anyone nearby.

"Calm down, little slave." Outside, a man rapped on the door and chastised her.

"What a shame. She had all the characteristics of being very appealing!" Another man's voice could be heard from beyond the door.

Scarlett arched her neck higher, trying to hear what they were saying.

"Are you frustrated? She's just another sorcerer, according to all accounts, to be played with by a slew of men in the end."

"If she hadn't been transported off to King Ezaih, we might have had a chance to attack her." In any case, just looking at her body turns me on!"

Scarlett frowned, irritated by how they spoke about her.

"There is no way we can persuade such something to be grateful for." One of them brags.

"Without a doubt, she's a gift from our the new Alpha, Alpha Asher, and has recently been delivered off ro King Ezaih bed. I heard the king is vicious.That young lady apparently will not see tonight."

Right away, Scarlett comprehended the two men were Asher's men.

It had all the hallmarks of Asher exacting vengeance on her for excusing him as her mate! Clearly, he'd be absolutely disgusted by it.

Scarlett moaned, but the sound was muffled by the environment.

She attempted to free herself from the ropes again, but the taking only resulted in the skin on her wrists being consumed.

A third voice came from outside at this point. It was significant and appealing in some ways.

"You can leave. I don't need a watchman."

"Yes, My lord."

It was him! King Ezaih! Scarlett's body shrank and she looked at the room in caution, endeavoring to sort out some way to escape.

However, how can she flee if she can't move? She had no choice but to keep things under control for whatever was coming her way.