Craving My Sister's Mate

6

~Eleanor~

About an hour ago, a prison guard had brought a brazer into the cell where I was. He said it would warm up the cell so I wouldn't catch a cold.

I was stunned because I didn't expect anything good to come from them when I had surely become a prisoner and a slave.

After he left, I made sure to blow air into the brazier until it heated the tiny cell. I lay on the floor, thinking about what my life had been from the start till now, and how miserable I even looked at that point…I didn't know when I dozed off.

The next thing was a constant tap on my back that pulled me back from my dreamland. With my vision still blurry, I sat up on the floor, wiping my eyes.

Something stirred in me at that moment…a feeling I had never felt…one that made my wolf flinch and chuff.

“You have to follow me…”

The masculine deep voice snapped my mind out of a daze. I stared at him and blinked, “Ehhh, follow you? To where?”

Then I recalled, I was still in the cell. And in fact, what guts do I have to question a man dressed like the alpha king's beta?

He didn't answer me…his eyes just pinned on me.

“Okay,” I finally said and stood up.

He made his way towards the door, and I left with him. I didn't feel scared….there was nothing new to me any longer. The only part of suffering I've never tasted is death, and that was what I wished for as it stood.

Along the way, I decided to inquire from him, “Sorry, but has my family been found?”

He c****d his head to the side and shook his head thereafter, “Worry about yourself first.”

I lowered my gaze.

But on what ground did those people get the audacity to deceive the alpha king? One they know is death himself.

Everyone in this pack knows what he's up to. He could rip out their flesh if they were found. No one has ever stepped on him and gone free.

Rumors have it that he beheads any of his subordinates who try to sabotage him in any way. All they got is to agree to whatever he tells them…no room for their suggestion.

Yet with all that, my father, one of the pack betas, tried to do that?

Now that I think about it, it sounds funny and annoying at the same time. This wasn't about me any longer, because I'm not scared of whatever the alpha king was going to do to me. It is they who had reputations in this pack that I pity because that alpha will stop at nothing until he finds them and sets an example with them to the whole pack.

We left the prison yard, heading towards the palace main building, but I caught a glimpse of him…the man my wolf claims is our mate, whereas our sister is too.

He was speaking to a group of men, more like they were gammas because of their attire. The way he stood, his posture rigid and defensive, with a cigarette burning between his fingers.

His hair was scattered all over, reaching the back of his neck, curled and very dark in color.

As if he knew I was staring at him, he casually turned towards us, and our eyes locked. I quickly lowered my gaze, my hands clamped at my sides.

“Have her dress like a slut. I don't do decent women.”

Hearing that, my eyes grew large. Was he referring to me? To be dressed like a slut? What for?

I couldn't hold it, but looked up to him. It seemed he told that to his beta, and he had acknowledged, but I really was anxious to know what was going on.

Taking a glance at him, my lips dropped open. Was that a tattoo on his chest? Broad and very visible? Who made this devil the alpha king? His attire was a bit decent today, with his black plain trousers and his unbuttoned shirt that flew around in the breeze.

“Head over to that servant. She will take care of you.”

The beta's voice drew my attention.

I lost my balance and almost reached the ground, and all he could do was scoff.

“If you're going to be beside the alpha king, then you mustn't be petty,” he warned and turned, about to leave, but I rushed over and touched his arm. “What?”

I winked. “Can I know why I am going to be dressed like a slut?”

“Clubbing with His Majesty.”

My jaw dropped.

Clubbing with whom?

How can an alpha king be clubbing? Is that how decent he is to rule this pack?

I shook my head, inhaling a hot breeze.

What do I even know? I've never clubbed, and I only see that stuff for irresponsible people like my twin sister, Estelle. She would stay out at night, and my parents wouldn't care. Wasn't she the one who suited such a man?

“My Lady, I am waiting.”

I pinched my flesh. My lady? Who owns that title? When did I turn from a slave to a lady?

When I turned towards the place the alpha had been, he and those men were gone.

Hell!

I hastened towards the servant who laid me into the previous room I had met with the alpha. Time was moving so fast, and it would soon get dark.

“Please choose among the clothes,” one of the servants in the room said to me.

I checked through all the clothes. Some were decent, while the others were for sluts like he said. Recalling his order previously, I chose one of those indecent ones. I can't be a good girl and survive beside him…All I got is to obey every tiny order.

There were about three female servants in the room, and at the end of the dressing, each of them had their roles, right from taking my bath to putting on my heels.

I looked at my legs and chuckled, “I can't walk with this. I've never had it before.”

The servant smiled, “You have to try. His Majesty got them all specially for you.”

Specially for me? What does that mean?

I shoved my hair. There was no room to overthink.

“Try and walk to the doorpost.”

With their help, I was able to master walking with heels on for the next thirty minutes. It wasn't easy, but at least, I could walk slowly without seeking for who to hold.

“Do not walk faster. You will get used to it soon.”

I nodded at the servant.

“His majesty must be waiting.”

Two of them led me down the stairs. It was a little hassle, but I made sure not to walk faster nor with their help.

As we arrived in the sitting room, my eyes landed on the alpha king, sitting on the couch, relaxed, with his legs crossed against each other.

He had that serious look on like something had infuriated him, but as soon as he caught my eyes, a dirty smirk stretched his lips. He released his legs and stood, straightening his clothes.

I wouldn't lie…but his dressing was something else. It made me wonder when he last dressed like that.

From his head to his toes, every single thing smelled of money and responsibility. I mean, he dressed like an office worker… but without a tie and his shirt half buttoned, making his chest bare.

He had restyled his hair…and I hated that his sleeves were pulled up, exposing the tattoos on his arms.

“Who said slaves can't be sluts? They could play the role so f*****g well….” he bit his lower lip, tilting his head to the side, staring at me from one corner to the other, as if searching for something. “You know, I have a nice taste. The dress gives the slutty vibes.”

I could feel my cheek heating up. It must be so red at that point.

Was that even a compliment or what?

“Just a little adjustment to the side, and I get my index finger in there.”

Goddess!

My purse slipped from my hand, landing on the floor with a thud. Where the f**k was he gonna slip his finger into?

A wave of dread washed over me. My nose wrinkled.