A slave to the Alpha I rejected

Nineteen

Nyssa wasn’t happy at all, especially after hearing the news of the king’s slave, Celeste, spending hours in his private study with him; her spies had left nothing out.

“How dare that cunning wench try to gain the king’s favor? Don’t tell me he is already developing a soft spot for her,” she hissed as the maids adorned her head with a silver diadem studded with sapphires.

“Two can play at that game, and I am already the champion,” she muttered, admiring her stature in her teal dress, one that swept the ground as she stood ready to have dinner with the king.

She let the most innocent and elegant smile spread on her face as she walked into the great dining hall to see that he had arrived, taking her seat by his side with a smile.

“My king, it feels like a lifetime since we have had time alone,” she said with a smile as her wine was poured.

But only a quiet hum was returned as Syzar’s response, leaving Nyssa biting her cheeks to keep her annoyance down. The dinner was anything but eventful, as it seemed Nyssa’s company did nothing but bore him.

“The ceremonial hunt will be in a few weeks, my king. I can’t wait for this year; it will be a new beginning for the Sorgale pack, and of course, all the dignitaries of the other packs will be attending,” she said with a sip of her wine.

“Make sure everything is prepared; I want to make sure they are distracted enough for a few days,” he said. Nyssa bowed.

She stood up, seductively swaying her hips toward his chair. She traced a hand above his scarred ones, showing a seductive smile as she whispered, “My king, when I said I missed you, I meant like this—”

She leaned in, freezing when her movements were interrupted by Callix, who walked in and bowed, just as Syzar’s full attention was drawn to the beta.

Syzar stood up, his silence concluding the end of the dinner. “Let’s head to my study,” he said to his beta, then turned to a servant. “And bring my slave,” he instructed.

That set Nyssa off as anger grew in her system. She walked back to her room, her strides fast and stiff, eyes welled with rage. Just as the door was slammed shut, she threw a vase to the ground, aiming at her servants, who flinched.

“Mistress,” one called carefully, watching as Nyssa paced, her nails bitten red with anxiousness as she threw her jewels. “After all I did to get ready, he called her instead! I can’t accept it!” she shrieked.

He was hers first. Syzar had always been hers ever since she saw him six years ago. Even before she was forced to become Derek’s bed slave, she had held only a need to be his.

And all she had sacrificed to keep them apart wouldn’t be in vain. She wouldn’t allow it.

“I will make sure she hates this place enough to run away on her own two feet so she will be hunted and killed,” she muttered as she walked to her room.

“Call Blanca ti my chambers now!” she raised her voice. The maid scurried out of the room and rushed to find her. Minutes later, they pushed in a struggling Blanca, who looked confused.

“M-mistress,” she called, knees bent, head touching the cool ground while Nyssa watched in anger.

Her footsteps echoed as she crouched to hold the maid’s hair in her hand until the maid’s teeth gritted and nose scrunched with pain. “You…”

“I have spied and told you all I know of her whereabouts, mistress, please!” she begged.

“That’s too little. I want to tail her. I want you to make sure her life is nothing but misery and chance. If you see the king giving her more attention than me, report it immediately,” she urged the trembling woman.

Her head bobbed slowly to Nyssa’s instruction. “I will do it. I will do anything to make sure that spoiled Crossvale princess is humiliated until she cannot bear it anymore!” Blanca uttered.

A smile grew on Nyssa’s face as a melodic chuckle rang out, watching as Blanca scrambled out of the room, her instructions already given for Celeste’s next punishment as the door closed.

Now Celeste had left her no choice; she had thought the girl would know her place, but now a mere slave dared to try to seduce the king?

She needed to put her in her place, needed to show her that she was worthless and just a slave that could be used as a plaything for anyone.

A devious smile grew on her face as new ideas sprang up for Celeste’s treatment; she was going to make sure she experienced hell, and she’d make sure to break her until she had no spirit or will to live. But right now she knew what to do.

Using the camouflage of night, she headed past the guards and down the familiar spiral stairs that led to the dungeon; with the guards silenced with drugs, she entered the prison.

The dark stench of blood assaulted her nostrils as she walked into the room to see a familiar frame chained to a chair, skin swollen and a mix of purple and yellow from bruises, as his not-so-good eyes opened.

They froze in recognition as she leaned by the door. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I remember how you violated my body, raping me every night as you pleased…” she called bitterly.

“I will make sure your sister suffers the same fate…too bad you can’t watch… I’ll make sure I bring her body to you; I’m sure you can manage that instead,” she said coldly, watching as the male grunted and struggled.

Her eyes gleamed with amusement, seeing the Orion bloodline being massacred and the rest of her enemies with the help of Syzarion—which is why she couldn’t let his mind stay with Celeste.

She needed him and would get him by her side with Celeste finally gone. It was a promise she would see through no matter what.