A slave to the Alpha I rejected

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CELESTE’S POV.

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The pain is far too much; his cruel touch sets my insides on fire as it breaks my soul with each thrust, crushing all my self-worth with his touch that sets my skin burning.

I was nothing but a toy in their games, and Syzar won in the end while I was set to suffer for my sins.

Did I even deserve to complain after all I did to him, after I broke and rejected him and presumably left him for dead?

And right now, I am his captive, I have no rights to my own body anymore, one that he has wrecked as I writhe in pain and the core between my thighs burns.

My eyes open to the dimly lit dark room; I find myself on a twin bed, the room’s size clearly meant to serve as my prison, to contain me.

The painful sting between my thighs makes me recoil as I feel a hand brush between them and feel a sticky warmth down my thigh, one I trace with my trembling finger, hissing from a simple touch.

My finger is coated with my blood and his semen; my thoughts form back to recall Syzar’s bestial claim to my body.

Mortification washes over me as the evidence of my virginity was taken in such a cruel plight; he had been like a monster, like someone I didn’t know.

“Why, Syzar…you have changed so much, you are not the man I used to love…. Do I really deserve such punishment for just a rejection?” I whimper as tears flow hotly down my cheeks.

Although the pain between my thighs hurts like a thousand needles, it hurts to move as my legs wobble, my knees hitting the floor with a hiss.

I then crawl toward what is clearly a small bathroom, a dimly lit space with a single shower stand and a small bottle of bath oil.

I couldn’t stand it; a whimper passed my lips as my hips stung from his powerful grip that surely left bruises. I turned on the shower, took off my dress, and threw it over the sink.

My body turns stiff against the cold wall as I sit in silence, letting the icy cold shower run over my body and wash away the blood and semen.

Just when I had gathered enough strength, I pulled at the sink for extra help to stand up.

Washing away the remnants and the scent of s*x with the last of my strength, my body trembled as my breath hitched at the marks he left on my skin.

My hips were dulled with a purplish-red bruise from his grip. “He’s a beast… a brutal, wicked beast,” I muttered. The strength of a Royal Rahl wolf was something my frame couldn’t fathom.

I slowly walk back with numb legs, crawling into the bed with no clothes on. The rough quilt itched my skin, yet still I settled under the thin quilt over the bed as my body trembled.

A wicked fever overtakes me the entire night as my body trembles from Syzar's brutality, yet I still find myself thinking of those amber eyes, ones that now hold nothing but cruelty.

My inner turmoil is immediately crushed by the creak of the door that opens to two maids, eyes cold as they watch me, pulling up my feet.

“Stand up…you have rested enough!” The older woman scolded as I leaned over the bed frame, limping up to a stand though my thighs ached.

“You will be serving the king once again today; be ready because you are needed in his chambers,” her voice was harsh as confusion and terror settled in my head from her words.

Syzar wants me again!

Wasn’t he satisfied with the way he wrecked my body just a few hours ago? I was still lightheaded from my fever, but the maid didn’t care.

They dress me in haste, like a quick routine they were used to, another staple red dress like the previous one that showed off my cleavage and high slits revealing my hips to the end of the dress.

It was all too much, and the sheer quickness of their work settled goosebumps on my skin.

“Can you explain to me why I am being subjected to this?” I plead as the older woman looks at me with a frown on her face.

“Look, girl, you are not to speak until the master tells you so; you are nothing but his slave, his toy, and a conquest from his victory. This is nothing but a mercy from what your father had done to us Sorgale folks,” she hissed.

And a guilt burns inside from her words. My father, Dregan, was a tyrant and had done so much harm. That’s what makes them all stare at me with hate.

“Don’t you get it, little one?” Another maid mutters to me as she finishes the loose plait in my hair and packs it with a red ribbon.

“Oh, poor sheltered princess, if you only knew the harm and death that tyrant Dregan Orion caused us,” she says bitterly. I feel a small but painful tug on my hair as she speaks.

Only fear hammers in my chest from her words that were filled with hate; these women despised me just as much as they did my father, and there would be no one to help me escape or plead for my life if I tried.

I had no one; I was alone, utterly alone.

The walk down the dark hall felt dreadful with each step I took until I was at the end of the hall, and the mighty dark oak door stood; it opened with a silent creak as the two maids watched me.

“Go in now, slave.” the guard commands just as the older woman walks to me one more time to fix my dress, repeating her words coldly.

“Remember, you are the alpha king’s slave, his plaything to do as he pleases. You only serve him. Do well and you just might live. Now go in, kneel, and wait for him…” she instructs as I look at the guard standing by the door.

Their gaze holds lust for my clothes that barely hide enough as I take in a shaky breath.

I knew they were trained killers, and I would be dooming myself if I tried to run. I would be caught, and the moons knew what would happen to me then.

With a nod, I enter the room. “Remember, child, kneel,” the matron reminds me just as the door closes, and I am left in the quiet room.

I walk into the dimly lit space, and the room’s scent of dark spice and cedar envelops my senses.

The maroon sheets draped over the bedpost and windows gave a wicked tension to my stomach that flips inside.

“Focus…you need to do what she says,” I remind myself as I walk to the bedpost and by the end of the bed where a soft black bear rug lies.

And by the edge was a running warm fireplace that illuminated the bear’s beady dead eyes as I knelt.

I take in a shaky breath, eyes peeled on the bed as I take a deep swallow; seconds turn to minutes and then hours waiting for him, and the fever in my system still looms as my eyes grow droopy.

Just as my body settles into a slumber, my form instantly falls onto the soft, lush bear rug.

My bones relax from the heat my body so desperately needed after that icy cold shower as my eyelids grow heavy and slumber takes over.

Yet little did I know that what I’d just done was the beginning of my grave mistake. I wasn’t alone anymore.