Enslaved By The Ruthless Alpha

Chapter Two

Amelia's point of view

A collective exhalation escaped the crowd, but it was rapidly silenced by the sharp looks of the two guards behind the Alpha King. The auctioneer stammered a little, his gaze darting to me, then around the rest of the stage.

"Your Highness, there are others..." He broke off, looking frantic and confused as he searched the crowd for assistance that did not come. "Better-looking and more well-kempt ones.”

I gave the auctioneer a nasty glare that he missed because he was too concentrated on the Alpha and his guards. "Ones that I am confident will be much more to your liking. If you prefer, I can choose one for you."

"No," the Alpha King said forcefully . "I'll take that one. Return the man's money and give her to me."

My master who was holding me released me immediately; he couldn't seem to get away from me quickly enough as he retreated. I gulped heavily as dread returned to me.

All of these people were terrified of the Alpha, and he was now laying claim to me. What did that mean? What did he want with me, and why on earth would he choose me when the auctioneer was right, there were far better looking women here?

"Come on over here." I jumped a little when I heard the sharp instruction, but my feet froze in place. The auctioneer was staring at me as if I were a complete moron, but I couldn't bring myself to walk.

Finally, having concluded that I must be a complete moron, the auctioneer approached me and reached out to take my arm.

"Do not touch her!" The auctioneer froze as the Alpha issued the command.

Why would he pick me? And why was he already so protective of me? Thousands of questions were flitting through my mind at the same time.

"This way."

I jumped in response to the strong instruction, but my feet felt stuck in mud. The two werewolves that had accompanied the king approached me, their hands extended. I took a short step back, terrified by their enormous stature and harsh gaze. The prince returned his gaze, his black brow wrinkled.

"Move," one of the werewolves said sternly.

The Alpha didn't turn around as he strolled down the street. As I was taken to the palace, the wolf and the three of them trailed after.

I'd heard legends about the palace, of its stunning beauty and unique designs. I'd always imagined they were simply stories.

I'd never imagined such a beautiful, wealthy place existed, let alone that I'd be strolling through it. Everything was gleaming and brilliant, enormous and fantastic. There wasn't a single piece of filth or dust anywhere, and there wasn't even a smudge or footprint on the floor.

"Get some female servants." As we approached the balcony that spanned over the second floor, the Alpha barked the command over his shoulder. "She needs to be cleaned. She is disgusting to look at."

The king's guard came to a halt in front of a door, flung it open, and moved back to enable the Alpha to enter. I paused in the corridor, my hands clasped in front of me, staring into the dimly lit room.

The king didn't turn on a light as he walked into the room, the wolf following close behind. "Come in," he said quietly.

As I went into the gloomy room, I gulped quickly, attempting to gather my increasingly dwindling bravery. The quiet click of the door brought my focus back to the King and the brutal reality of my current situation.

I may be surrounded by beautiful things, but

I was encircled by werewolves from a different pack and one of their vilest leaders was watching me fixedly.

A faint knock on the door drew both of our attention behind him. The King opened it and stepped back to allow three women into the room. I bristled, my nostrils flared as I took in the women. They were all human, I could tell by the drab servant’s clothing they wore and their scent.

"You sent for us, milord," One of the women who was a tall blonde said. Her lashes flapped obnoxiously at the king, as if she was offering him herself right then and there.

He gave me a nod. "I would like her to be cleaned up."

"Of course," said the blond. "I'll have clothes sent up for her right away." She then turned to face me. "Come along with me."

I swallowed hard, unable to say anything to her. I merely nodded and exited the room with them.

I was led to a separate room where the job of keeping me clean began. The women cleaned me clean, even cutting the hair from my legs with a razor, but they couldn't remove the bruises and scratches that scarred my flesh.

With my bruised lower limbs and knobby knees, I looked silly in the dress they provided me. The garments were uncomfortable, but they were far preferable than being naked after they had taken my other clothes away, with the blond snickering about burning them.

"Why do you think he chose her?" one of the women asked, turning her head to look me over more closely.

"I'm not sure; she's not particularly attractive. The King must have decided that having a breeder who is not beautiful would be better for the Queen's peace," another responded. "Bony, little thing."

Breeder? It was impossible for me not to think about what it meant. Was the King indeed seeking a breeder? Or were they just making it up?

"You are ready. The King is waiting."

I was escorted back into the main entrance hall. The King was reclining on one of the sofas, his massive frame taking up the most of the space. His arm was thrown over his eyes, and one feet was firmly planted on the floor.

My heart flipped in my chest, and a strange sensation rushed through me as he stared at me. "Leave us." He ordered the women.

The three women nodded quickly before leaving the room quietly.

"Come on over here." As I met his eyes again, I swallowed hard and bit my bottom lip. I despised the way he made her feel terrified and scared, but yet strangely excited. "I will not harm you. My name is Hunter Blackthorne, and I'm the Alpha and leader of this pack."

I moved up gently and sat on one of the sofas. "Thank you for buying me. My name is Amelia Summers," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He laughed coldly. "Please do not thank me. Every slave has a function, and I purchased you for a very important one. If you disappoint me, your life will be even more terrible than it was before."

Fear gripped my spine as I swiftly nodded. "Yes, your highness."

"Good," he replied as he rose from the sofa. "I want to have a son."

The words resounded in my ears, but I refused to believe I had heard them. "What?"

He made a sudden turn to face me. "I'd like to have a son. Because the Queen is unable to provide me with a child, you will. You will never be free until you have given me a child."

As he stood in front of me, I was taken aback and in astonishment. My breath stopped in my chest, and my heart pounded with the realization that the Alpha King desired a son from me.

"What happens if I can't—" I stuttered. "If I can't give you a child?" I asked with fear.

"You'll wish you could have given me a child. You shall pray to the moon goddess every day to bless your womb and deliver you from my pain. Listen, you must not fail me or your life will be much more miserable than it was."

Shivers ran down my spine. I couldn't tell if my life had suddenly improved or deteriorated. But I knew one thing for sure: I had to give him a son or I would suffer. A son for my freedom.