Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Her belly dropped to her feet, and her face crumbled. The day just went from bad to worse. She wanted to plead with him desperately that she didn’t want to be ‘introduced’-that she wanted to be spared the introduction. But she knew that she’d only be wasting her time and asking for punishment.
Danika hurried away to her room while tears fell from her eyes. She wondered how many privileged families from all over the country would be coming.
How many kings would come to ‘introduce’ her?
How many kings would have sex with her today?
THE ROYAL COURT
SOMEWHERE IN SALEM
“Get the big bowl, Sally, dear,” the older woman’s voice came from the sitting room.
“Coming, Mrs. Menah.” Sally carried the big bowl to the living room, and the older woman took it gratefully.
“Come, join us and eat.” Mrs. Menah gave her a kind smile.
“In a minute, Mrs. Menah.” Sally went back to the kitchen. She sat down on the small chair there, her eyes looking around, taking in her surroundings.
Sally had been there for over a week. The nice, older couple they gave her to were the kindest of people. They treated her right as if she was a member of their family when she was only their helping hand. Sally was no longer a slave, but some help. Now they paid her for doing the simplest things. It was the best life for a girl born a slave. She was supposed to be happy.
But she wasn’t. Not at all.
Sally couldn’t stop thinking about her princess, Princess Danika. The king took her as his slave. She could still remember her princess being collared with vivid clarity. Sally couldn’t imagine Princess Danika being anybody’s slave. She tried to picture her princess working the mines or taking orders from people, and she just couldn’t.
Princess Danika wasn’t trained like that, and she’d be having the hardest time. It pained Sally to think about it.
She was a slave, but the princess always treated her right. The only person she knew was Princess Danika. Sally hurt most because she knew her princess couldn’t survive alone without her.
She had always done everything for Princess Danika, and she did it all happily.
She couldn’t live there daily, knowing that her princess was suffering so hard. She just couldn’t.
In the palace, Danika hurried to her room, then bathed and stared at the clothes on her bed: ugly plain short skirts and half-cut leather tops that revealed a lot of breast. There were only slave clothes in her room, packed by Baski. She knew she couldn’t go in her slave uniform; that was worse.
Taking a shallow breath of resignation, Danika put on one outfit. No way she needed another punishment. She’d avoid it all if she could.
And what other way to avoid it than to be an obedient slave?
However, only a week as a slave didn’t make a royal used to being a slave.
She was two minutes late when she appeared in front of King Lucien, and he was almost breathing fire in anger.
He stalked towards her. “I. Said. Five. Minutes,” he growled angrily.
“I-I-“
“Kneel.”
She had never knelt for any man before. She hesitated.
The hesitation cost her. His hands went to her collared neck, and he pulled the chains so hard she cried out in pain. Tears burned her eyes, and her knees sank to the ground. She stared up with burning eyes, fierce and rebellious.
“Do you take pleasure in being punished, Danika?” Voice low and deadly, he continued. “It’s still early days, and you’re pure bred. Surely, pain hasn’t become your friend yet?”
He leaned down, still holding the chains of her collar tight. Holding her eyes, his finger trailed the chain until it caressed the small red button at the edge.
Rebellion fled, and terror took over. She froze. “P-please, don’t press it, M-Master. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Don’t press it, please!”
He didn’t blink an eye. “When I tell you to kneel, you kneel immediately. If I say fly, you fly, Danika. If I say die, you cease breathing. Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes, M-Master.”
He caressed the button and stared at her with clear hate. “Next time you disobey me, I’ll trounce you.”
“Y-yes, Master.” Danika knew that if he pressed that button, her collar would discharge a massive electric shock throughout her body. It hurt severely. Every slave’s greatest fear was the collar shock and masters carried the controller everywhere.
“You be on your best slave behavior in the court, Danika. Do not disgrace me.” His icy tone chilled her with the way he said her name with venom.
It reminded her of where they were going. She pressed her knees deeper to the floor and glanced at his scarred face with pleading eyes. “Can I n-not be introduced, Master?”
His lips twitched in a smirk so cold they chilled her. “Your father introduced slaves almost every day, Princess. I was introduced twice.”
Twice!? She couldn’t imagine that suffering at all. She lowered her head in defeat. “Yes, Master.”
He walked out of the room without a backward glance. She followed him meekly, fearing the fate that awaited her at the court.
She knew the courts very well.
“The king has arrived!” Chad, his personal bodyguard, announced.
The commotion in the air ceased, and the door opened. Lucien strode inside with all the bearing of the king surrounding him like a cloak.
Danika swept her eyes around and noticed three kings.
Three kings. She closed her eyes in shame and defeat. Is what she went through last night what she’d go through from three different men today? It was unimaginable.
Everyone stood for him except the kings of the three visiting kingdoms. Lucien took his seat on the throne. Danika sat on the ground beside him and placed her head on his lap-just like every other slave and their slave owners in the building.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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