Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“Will do, my Lord.” With Merrily secured in her arms, the older woman walked out of the house, leaving Anarieveta alone with Gedony Raskin.
Silence descended. Having avoided any private moments alone with the man for the past two years, Anarieveta was uncomfortable.
“Finally, I get you alone,” his deep voice rumbled, his eyes watching her calculatingly. Leaning against the wall, his presence dominated the living room, suddenly making her spacious compartment look so small.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she lied.
“Really now?” Pushing away from the wall, he started towards her. “For the past two years, I’ve been trying to have a proper talk with you, but all I get is a few words from you in a public area before getting redirected to speak with that gray-haired old dunk.”
“Mr. Odin is my assistant, and he does a pretty good job at handling the parents, Mr. Raskin.”
“Once upon a time, you addressed me as your master.” He was close to her now. And he hasn’t stopped moving.
“I belonged to your family. But your father sold me to the royal family, so you’re no longer my master,” she responded politely, doing her best not to notice the way he was walking close to her.
“You’re not a slave anymore. Instead, you’re the owner of the most sought-after school in the kingdom of Avalon. You’re not only free but a successful woman. I’m so glad for you.”
“I am glad for myself too, Mr. Raskin.” Anarieveta couldn’t sit still anymore, so she rose from the chair but didn’t step away from him. Couldn’t give him the impression that she was running from him, even when she wanted to do just that.
He circled her. Slowly. Steadily. Like a predator. “I never liked it when you called me master. I don’t like it now that you call me Mr. Raskin.” His breath fanned her neck, and he whispered in her ear. “You called me, Gedony. Once.”
Her breath hitched.
“You remember…right?”
“That was a long time ago,” she whispered then. “A moment of madness.”
He paused. “You were right. I should never have given in. I wanted you too much; you were barely a woman. I carried the guilt for years.”
“No, don’t. I don’t regret it. Not then, not today.” She turned and faced him. For the first time, she allowed herself to really look at him. “Your father was going to give me to the royal family. You always protected me in your household but in the palace…I knew it was only a matter of time before the guards…” pausing, she cleared her throat. “…started taking advantage of me. I needed that good memory. Needed someone I c-cared for to be my first.”
“You didn’t only care for me then, you loved me,” he said gruffly.
“Yes.” There was no point denying it.
“When my household came back from vacation and heard about the attack on our kingdom by King Cone, I was a mess. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. What had happened to you. What was happening to you.”
“That is all in the past. Please, I don’t want to think of it,” she whispered truthfully.
He paused.
Gave it a thought.
Nodded.
“You’re right. So let’s talk about the present.” His arms wrapped around her back, successfully caging her in his arms so she wouldn’t escape. “Why have you been avoiding me?”…..
EXCERPT 2.
“I have been too busy. I wasn’t avoiding you.”
“If you’re going to lie, at least look me in the eyes while doing that, will you?” He sounded amused.
“Alright. There was nothing to talk about. Mr. Odin makes sure any problem concerning the kids is solved.” Shifting uncomfortably in his arms, her eyes darted to the door behind him with longing.
“What about the problem between us?”
“Mr. Raskin-“
He kissed her. Gently. Passionately. Intensely. His lips molded with her perfectly, licking and tasting hers so thoroughly that a moan tore through Anarieveta’s throat. Her body flared alive once his lips tasted hers. Every part of her that had been asleep for the past five years roared wide awake.
For a moment, she felt sheer panic. Tearing her lips away, she tried to get away from him. “No, please…” She didn’t want to be that person ever again-that needy, slutty person she was five years ago. Thatwhore.
“Ana…dearling.” His lips searched for hers and found it again.
Anarieveta tried to keep her head, but her body had different thoughts. It was burning for him. With a moan of surrender, she kissed him back. Wrapping her arms around his neck, theirlips danced together, tasting each other, licking each other. Devouring each other.
Finally, what seemed like an eternity later, Gedony broke the kiss. Foreheads pressed together, they breathed harshly, trying to catch their breaths.
“Heavens,” Gedony let out in a whisper. Twenty-four years had no hold on his feelings for this woman. It turns out that all those times he hated her, his feelings didn’t abate. They only went to sleep. Now, they’re wide awake.
“I hated you,” he blurted out, his breath harsh.
Anarieveta stiffened slightly, her eyes turning sad. “I deserved that. You’re supposed to.”
With a step back, he severed all contact with her. “That night, thirteen years ago…” Paused. “When you ran out of Yeaha’s chambers, your hands covered in blood and bawling your eyes out, I knew instantly that something was wrong. I had no chance to be happy that I saw you again after eleven years. I had no chance to rejoice about seeing you after worrying myself sick every day about your life in slavery.”
Anarieveta lowered her eyes to hide the age-old overriding pain and guilt. She knew this day would come one day. As she ran out of Yeaha’s chambers thirteen years ago and bumped into Gedoni Raskin, she knew that this confrontation would come one day, and she wasn’t wrong. Tonight is the reckoning.
He continued. “I had none of those chances because you were covered in blood. I knew instinctively that the blood didn’t belong to you. When I ran into the bed chambers and saw Yeaha covered in blood, dying, I knew what you did.”
“Why didn’t you have the household guards catch me?” she asked the question that had bothered her every single day for the past fourteen years. “They could have caught me if they chased. I wasn’t far…”
His eyes found hers. “Because I knew you were sent by King Cone. It was his doing. He was the perpetrator.”
“He was, but I was the murderer. He ordered, I killed.” The pool of sadness in her heart was too heavy; eyes filled with pain and remorse held Gedony’s. “I killed your wife. I killed Mistress Yeaha, and I will forever be sorry about that. I am so sorry…so sorry. I know my apologies will never be enough, and I understand if you want to punish me…”
“You didn’t kill my wife, Anarieveta.”
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