The Forbidden Passion of the Alpha King

Preparation

P.O.V. Sofia

I was destroyed, both physically and emotionally, but for a moment I was filled with hope when that man began to give the slaves freedom and a chance to start again.

However, as if tormented by a cruel fate, I was the only one not to be freed and on top of that, I would become the king's personal slave.

I had never lived with slaves, because thanks to the decency of the old leaders of the Polar Pack, slavery was forbidden even in cases of war. However, a few hours ago I had just discovered what a personal slave was and the thought that the man chosen by the Moon Goddess to rule us was so indifferent to his people made me feel sick.

I was taken to the Royal Pack and although my body begged for a moment's rest, I couldn't sleep on my way to my new home, as the adrenaline of everything I had experienced left me in a constant state of alert.

I was afraid of everything that was yet to come, but there was still something that was troubling my mind: those eyes. King Alpha was a very handsome and strong, but there was a lot of pain in his eyes and I could feel it just by looking at him.

I don't know much about the royal family, I've never cared about it, but now, inside me, there was something clamoring to meet that man, even though my reason was screaming at me to stay away.

“Zira, King Alpha has ordered you to take care of his personal slave and get her ready for him,” one of the men who brought me into the pack said to a small lady with a warm look on her face, but who immediately changed her expression when she heard about me.

“Slave? Are you sure Julian said that?” The woman asked with surprise.

“King Alpha to you, Zira. Don't forget who he is. You can't treat him so casually.”

“Whatever. Now go, as you said, he's the Alpha King and an order is always an order.”

Turning to me, she said:

“Come on, I'll get you ready for when he arrives. You don't look well at all and not even the wolves who fight on the borders arrive as destroyed as you are.”

The woman then took me to a room very close to where we were, which although simple, was very comfortable after filling a huge bathtub with plenty of warm water and putting some salt in the water, she ordered me to undress and get in and I obeyed her promptly.

I wanted a bath, I was still dirty with blood, dirt, and sweat. What's more, baths for slaves were very restricted and sometimes I only had a bottle of water to wash myself seeing a tub with so much water and so fragrant made me want to sink in and stay there for a long time.

But as soon as the water touched my body, I almost fainted from the pain. I knew it would be uncomfortable, but it was clear that there was something in the water to hurt me, so I got up immediately.

“Get back in the water,” the woman ordered seriously, although her voice remained sweet.

“Please, I know I'm nothing but an object, that I have no right to feel or want anything, but please, it hurts and I know there's something in the water to hurt me. I accept being punished, I just ask for a little rest, otherwise, my body won't resist, since I can't heal like the other wolves,” I said, unable to hold back my tears.

“What makes you think I want to hurt you?” Zira asked me suspiciously.

“I'm a broken wolf, a slave, and completely useless,” I said, recognizing for the first time one of my greatest pains: I didn't have a wolf and probably never would.

“I don't know what happened to make the Alpha King bring you here as a slave but know that things are different here. Sit down again. I noticed that you weren't healing, so I added some medicine to your bath water. It does hurt a bit, but in a few hours you'll be fine.”

I was surprised. It was the first time in a long time that someone had looked after me, so, embarrassed at having mistrusted the woman in front of me, I sat back in the bath and endured the pain without complaining.

After I had been in that medicinal water for a long time, Zira washed my hair and changed the water in the tub, perfuming it, and then I froze as I understood what was about to happen. I was the king's personal slave and the way I was being prepared, I was going to serve him in his bed, which filled me with dread and sadness.

I was so clean and well cared for that I remembered for a moment my old Luna, the woman I had as a substitute for my mother, but all this care was for something terrible. I was going to have to give King Alpha the only thing I had saved for my companion.

By the time I'd finished getting ready, my body felt less sore, so Zira led me into the kitchen to feed me, I confess I was starving and didn't refuse the beautiful plate of stew she placed in front of me.

“Who is she? And why is she dressed like that, almost naked in the royal house?” A pretty blonde woman asked and her look of contempt cut me in half.

“Selena, she's King Alpha's personal slave. Rest assured that as soon as I've finished preparing her, I'll take her to the King's bedroom,” Zira replied indifferently.

“You've got to be crazy. As soon as the Alpha King arrives, you'll understand your place and you'll regret this folly,” the woman threatened and then stormed off with a furious look on her face.

After eating, I was taken upstairs to the King's chambers and, as instructed by Zira, I sat on the floor of a huge, luxurious room at the foot of King Alpha's bed while I waited for him to arrive. I was terrified, but Zira insisted that I should be calm, even though she didn't seem to understand the seriousness of my situation.

I felt like a piece of trash with no dignity, but the only thing left to do was obey, so as soon as I entered the room, filled with an intense, disturbing, and at the same time relaxing aroma, I sat down on the floor at the foot of the bed of the man who had the power to change my whole life.

But that was as much as I could offer. I was going to try to talk to the Alpha King to persuade him to let me be a slave to the pack. I was willing to do any kind of hard labor, but if he still wanted my body, he would have it cold and lifeless, because I preferred death to giving myself up.