A slave to the Alpha I rejected

Craving

SYZARION’S POV

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The words of my father’s pack brother and uncle, Chief Korak, the king of the Bluestone Pack, sat idly in my mind even hours after the meeting.

“That child is innocent; the only crime she has is being that bastard’s blood. You know this, Syzar, and if her presence is too heavy, hand her over to me; I will give her asylum,” he pleaded with me.

I almost saw red; it took a breath to calm my wolf when Korak had said I should give Celeste to him. Had he forgotten how my best friend, Xaden, his son, died?

He knows nothing of what I went through; he knows nothing of her betrayal, her rejection that crumbled every piece of trust I held with her.

Or Derek’s cruel and mocking eyes on me when he told me she had planned it all—that she was the mastermind of my misery and ending, making me love her only to betray and reject me.

Never forgetting Derek’s poison spear lodged into my chest and the deep, sweet abyss that followed. The only thing that filled my now-black heart was immeasurable revenge. And now she was in my grasp.

The rage still filled me insistently as I struck my enemy down—a rogue whose roar brought me back to the battlefield and my mission, one we set out on to catch the rogues and criminals who were part of the siege and are now in hiding.

Gathering all the clues I needed to find the person I’d been looking for—the benefactor and the mastermind behind the siege, one the meeting hadn’t revealed.

Especially since Archon and Emorott were cowards, while the Winterstone had been blocked off, as we were still working on taking it back. Callix and Cassian brightened.

Cassian rounded them up, killing the deserters on the spot until the leader was on his knees before me.

I remember all of their faces that night when I was tortured, my sisters screaming, and this bastard and Derek taking their turns on her; they broke her mind.

“King… King Syzarion… please…” The male knelt, legs shaking as his hands vibrated, soiling himself, terror lacing his eyes. “You were the merchant who sold my mother off the night my sister died. Who took her?” I ground my teeth.

That was one thing I left out when Beta Korak asked me about my plans—one thing I wanted to keep secret: the search for my mother.

Derek let it slip about the merchant’s involvement after we tortured it out of the stubborn bastard.

“I told you… she died. She died, but being the high queen of Sorgale, her body was highly sought after. She died; she was taken. That’s all I know, so please,” he pleaded, but my anger knew no bounds.

Was my mother a f*****g commodity to be sold like an animal? Did these bastard even have remorse!

I let my claws slice through his throat, watching the blood spurt as I took my command, killing them all before I raced back into the Silver City.

My anger knew no bounds, but the truth finally shedding its light on my mother’s death drove me to a dead end. I had hoped she was alive, but she was gone.

“f**k!” I raged as I entered my study with my betas right behind me; I could feel their silent stares on my head as I paced.

“What?” I hissed out in annoyance just as Callix spoke first, stern eyes on me.

“We will hear from Derek—that bastard must know more. His jaw had been broken, but Muriel’s regeneration vial was given so he would heal back as agonizingly as possible,” Cassian assured me.

I looked to my betas, my friends, and my brothers in arms. Just a few years ago they were still trapped under the Sorgale mines as prisoners, mining treasures for Dregan’s riches… and they had joined the resistance for revenge.

But right now I didn’t need the assurance; I wanted a way to let out my rage. I needed an outlet, and I knew the right person.

“Call my slave to my study,” I told Cassian, and I saw a halt in Callix’s steps, earning my attention.

“Perhaps you should let her rest for today,” he said, earning a raised brow from his twin while those words burned my rage higher as I walked toward Callix.

“And what is that supposed to mean? She is my slave; I can do what the hell I want with her, and where I want to use her is not your concern, brother,” I snarled toward the beta, who leaned in a curt bow.

“Forgive my rash words, Alpha. I was not thinking,” he called, and it just annoyed my wolf more. Now I wanted to hurt her.

I wanted to make sure she cried and her voice would be heard by Callix and the whole castle, to know I’m the only one who owns her body.

The sleek body I had taken and claimed the night before—a union that felt like the gods mocked me with how good it felt to be inside her, as if those years apart were just a cruel punishment, one I had to resist after all she’d done.

“I thought you wanted her dead, too.” Cassian’s voice drew both our gazes toward where he sat lounging with a drink in his hand.

It sent my wolf roaring from the inside with hunger for Celeste. But not to hurt her—to claim her. A thought I buried down.

‘She is ours , no matter how you deny she is ours’ those voice ring in my head.

No, She was the bane of my existence, one I needed to show pain to, and one I should show no mercy to after all her bloodline has caused mine.

“Get her here. Now,” I called to Cassian, who was out the door, while I stared down at Callix, who still waited for my response on why I needed her—though I knew I could get what I wanted from anyone else.

A few moments later, Cassian entered with the Ayvoc walking behind him. Her familiar blond hair and body were clad in a black dress that hugged just the right curves, making my eyes linger on her form.

I could see the fear on her face as she bowed. “I am sorry, my king. I wasn’t given time to change, and I—”

“Kneel,” I commanded her. I wanted no explanations, no excuses that would make me care for her, because no—I don’t care, and I won’t.

The man who loved her desperately died years ago, and now I am a ragged shell filled only with vengeance.

The twins made themselves scarce immediately as I watched my prey struggle on her knees, as if she was holding back pain.

I walked to her, holding up her chin to see the faint freckles across her heart-shaped face and peaked nose, those eyes that held wonder and curiosity about my next move.

But in all that, the temperature of her skin was hot, sweat gathered around her temples, but I forced myself not to care as I demanded her next words.

“Crawl to the table and present for me, slave,” I commanded, and as she moved, watching her on her knees reminded me of her mouth wrapped around my c**k, and my member hardened.

I shouldn’t give in. I would make her loathe me, make her despise me, and remind her that the man she loved and played with isn’t here anymore.

But I found my wolf faltering at the sight of those moon-forsaken emeralds—those eyes that stopped me from breaking her for good.

I waited to hear her words as she swallowed before she spoke, “Yes, my king. Your wish is my command.”

She is my plaything, and I crave to dominate her. I will not let her go.