Royal's Belonging

Intoxicating Scent

Alexei’s POV:

          Knocking at my door interrupts me looking over documents on my computer. I look up in time to see my little brother Nicholai enter my office followed by our best friends the twins. Damien and Dominic have been our best friends for as long as any of us can remember, in fact they were practically family.

          “You know knocking doesn’t mean you can enter,” I tease them, “You are supposed to wait for me to respond.”

          “Where’s the fun in that?” Nic smirks, “There’s an auction tonight, vampire exclusive, invitation only.”

          “I do not have time to attend,” I respond, “Besides, we have plenty of slaves as it is. You can go if you want though.”

          “I was planning on attending just to look,” Dominic comments, “At the very least it will be entertaining.”

          “Just don’t buy one, I don’t feel like having to train and break a new one to what we prefer. And that is to much money to spend on a dinner.” Nic scoffs derisively.

          “Aww, come on now, we all know you love breaking them to your will and training them to be your perfect slave.” Damien joins in teasingly. Nic simply rolled his eyes at us all and left my office.

          “Well then, may I please return to my work?” I ask, “I do have a kingdom as well as several businesses to run here.” With that they both leave me to the monotony of paperwork. I just hope Dominic doesn’t bring a new slave home. The last one died within a week from the punishments she earned. Thinking of a potential new slave stirred something in me, my vampire perked up and I had no idea why. Probably hungry I figured.

Dominic’s POV:

          After leaving Alexei’s office, Damien and I went off in search of food. It was always smart to feed before an auction due to the stench of blood and fear that usually envelops the auction houses. Damien joined simply for the joy of feeding. Don’t get me wrong, we can and do enjoy eating ‘regular’ food, but there is a different satisfaction that blood provides us.

          Several slaves soon walk into the kitchen where we are to clean or cook or something I assume. Damien and I soon spot our favorite feeds and pull them to the slaves’ living room that we designed for the purpose of feeding.

          We soon finish and lay the girls on the sofas to recover from being fed on.

          “One of you bring them food.” I command the slaves remaining in the kitchen.

          “Of course sir,” one replied before preparing food as I commanded.

          “I will be leaving now,” I say turning to my twin, “I am heading to the Imperial House for the auction.” He nods knowing it is a long drive, a little over two hours.

          I went to the garage, debating on what car to take. I need something flashy to show off, but still intimidating. And on the off chance I actually find a slave I need one with black leather as it is easier to clean than tan. Eventually I settle on the matte black Lykan HyperSport.

          After about two hours I arrive at the auction. Pulling up to the front, I step out handing my keys to a valet, promising a painful death should there even be dirt on my car when I retrieve it. He nervously accepted the keys and cautiously drove off to a reserved parking space.

          Walking in I am hit by a faint yet alluring sent. Not knowing where it was coming from, I proceed to check in and greet acquaintances that I see in the lobby. Soon enough the grand double doors to the stage open welcoming us in to start the bidding.

          Several girls are already displayed on the stage for viewing before purchase. I look them all over, trying to identify the intoxicating scent and where it was coming from. Eventually the girls on the stage have been sold and the announcer informs us of a rare treat they have for us tonight.

          A small, blonde girl is led out to the stage and chained to the floor. Her trainer walks over to the side, whip in hand, to observe the proceedings and her behavior.

          “This is little Anastasia, just turned 18 last week. She has been raised and trained here since a young age and can please you however you may wish. Standing at 5’5” she is presumed human. While thoroughly trained, she is still a virgin and has pure O negative blood should you want a snack. As with all virgins we will start at $10,000, do I hear any bids?”

          She briefly looks up when one man calls for 10,000, but quickly drops it again fearing punishment. But I saw her eyes long enough to realize this is who I am smelling. She is the one with the sent that has been taunting me all night long. But that means she’s my…

          My thoughts are cut off by some vermin calling for my girl’s body to be shown off. I start burning in rage at the audacious comment. A cry once again breaks me from my mind. I look up to see her being whipped and I immediately stand.

          “Enough!” I order walking towards the stage and the vampire who dare touch or hurt what is mine, “She is mine, prepare her to leave.” I demand before walking away to settle what I will pay for her. No one dares comment or stop me after my declaration. I may not be of pure royal blood, but I am a noble with formidable power, not to mention I along with Damien are the 3rds in command of the Vampire kingdom and best friends of the royals.

          “My lord” a worker stammers out in fear at my approach to his counter, “I have been notified of your claim to slave 1369.”

          “Yes,” I reply curtly, “What is she worth?”

          “I have been told to gift her to you,” He responds nervously, “If you would fill out these forms, I will escort you to your new slave sir.” He hands me the papers which I quickly fill out and watch him meticulously file away.

          “If you would m’lord,” He starts, “I can take you to her.” I simply nod and he leads me to the back of the auction house where the slaves are housed, trained, and punished. Walking down the corridor, I hear whimpers of pain and fear coming from the rooms we pass. Eventually we reach the room she is being kept in.

          Upon entering I see she is in a tiny, rusted cage. Her trainer standing respectfully beside it holding an empty syringe in his hand. I look back to her only to see her pass out from whatever drug she had been injected with.

          “M’lord, she is ready for you,” the trainer says, “The sedative should last about 5 to 6 hours for you.” I nod before ordering the cage opened. I reach in and gently pick her up, noting how little she weighs. I can feel her bones sticking out as well as the blood sticking to her back under the dress they put her in.

          “Bring my car around now,” I demand of the man who showed me back here. Looking to her trainer, “How much does she weigh?”

          “93 lbs sir,” he responds. I simply turn, carrying my girl to my car and carefully placing her in the back seat making sure she is safe and comfortable before getting in myself and driving off.

          “How am I to explain I just bought my mate?” I ask out loud, soon realizing there is no good answer. Especially considering Alexei, Nicholai, Damien, and I are bound to share a mate.