Alpha King’s Sex Slave
Chapter Six
[Disvirgined]
Talitha’s Pov
If a seer had told me I was going face to face with my fears after running for so many years I would have countered that claim with strong beliefs he must have given up and faced other areas he wished to explore. Doesn’t he have Pack meetings, booze to fill his stomach, and lavish parties filled with multitudes of women willing to spend a night in his bed?
This wasn’t my fate. The prophecy didn’t state of me being a slave but how was all this possible? How did I get easily caught and be turned into a sexual tool of gratification to a monster?
When I walked into his bedroom the sight before me was astounding with the artistically painted walls, the huge humongous bed, and the fireplace, something that would do me a lot of good after my ordeal in the cold cell.
I was standing in the chambers of the man whose kind had ordered the killing of my Witch sisters, exploited them for decades, and recently my best friend.
The Alpha’s back was turned towards me while he had a goblet I presumed filled with booze, that’s normal for the king’s drinking, making merry while their people starve and rot to death.
Swine!
Was I going to announce my entrance? Because from the look of things the minute I walked in his shoulder reacted with a tense. He must have known I was here but I parted my lips to speak and faced the floor. “I’m here Alpha.”
He turned to face me and I saw a glint of lust dancing in his eyes from what he was seeing. It had me feeling awkward at his stares burning holes in my skin. He did like what he was seeing and I got repulsed with myself, the whorish dress, and how I was prepared for him, an Alpha who hunted down my kind and killed my best friend.
It was funny how a woman from the line of Grand witches that were to be treated with no less of a goddess is meant to lick the feet of an arrogant Alpha with no emotions. Does he have a heart?
“Get off your clothes.” He commanded and the words reverberated in my head.
It was unbelievable to think he would request that of me. He’s despicable and disgusting. I stood rooted to the spot unmoving and it tends to infuriate him and next.
“Talitha! I won’t repeat myself now strip off that fucking clothes!”
He yelled making my heart jump, my body trembled with a jerk, and raised my hands to the clothing and started a slow ritual on getting them off.
His eyes lit in astonishment and I hated every minute of it. His eyes, the degradation, and what he was about to do to my body.
I had no choice. I’m a slave clear and simple satisfying my master’s every demand was my duty. I have to let him have his way. I'll be absent in body and mind while he has his fill.
I will let him believe I’m defeated and have accepted my place as his Cock sucker and carry my duties fervently and when I’ve gained enough grounds and found my way his doom will befall him. I’ll have his head rolling to the floor and hang it at a pike burning his flags to the ground while my Witch sisters dance on his demise.
The bed dips and a shutter wave sweeps on as I feel his presence beside me.
His painful reminder of my plight of being his slave had me riled up as I retorted. “I’m not your minx!”
And before the words could rise above my lips he grabbed my neck roughly pressing on the collar that had shocks of pain hitting on every nerve of my body.
The pain was inexplicable. I had my teeth chattering as I groaned and his grip brought my face closer to his next he crashed his lips to mine.
And the next minutes that followed I hated how I enjoyed the apple taste of his lips and how my body reacted violently to him.
How could I get wet for this monster? This traitorous body of mine loved each and every one of his thrusts and that got me questioning how crazy and stupid it was of me.
And the jaw breaker was when I openly admitted he owned my pussy which had me shattering in a loud cry and soon his release hit home.
“Get out of my bed, else I’ll cut you into chunks!”
He exclaimed curtly and violently pulled away from the bed and with mighty strides walked into the washroom and slammed the door with a violent thud.
My private was hurting from his onslaught with my knee prepping my hips off the bed as my legs touched the floor shakily like a toddler trying for the first time. I’ve been run over by a sledgehammer of a dick between his legs.
I picked the dress from the floor and put it on with feeble calculated steps made my way to the exist pushed the door open and the next I was hit with a wave of dizziness as the Castle tilted before my eyes blurring my vision and next thing I slumped on the floor with a thud.
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“I will burn the herbs a little more. Her pulse has begun to come alive.” A mature voice of a female but an older female with the age of experience and tone of expertise.
My eyes with pressure peeled open mildly and in a flash widened at the strange room with red curtains, with the heavy smell of medicines- and the red covers I was tucked in. The lanterns hung at the ends of the room brightening the space. Where am I?
I tried to remember what happened to me. The last thing I remembered was falling to the floor and nothing else.
“How do you feel, young woman?” I turned to see a middle aged woman with hazel hair, big green eyes, and a gaunt face staring at me from the stool. She sat her hands mixing something in a pot with a wooden spatula before turning the contents into a cup.
“Judging by your reaction you seem much better and deserve a lot of rest.” She answered to kill the silence in the room. She stood up with the cup I saw her stir seconds ago walking towards me.
“How long have I been out?” my voice comes out croaky and tired with a slight grimace on my face. I don’t sound that way- froggish.
She handed me the cup with its black content as I took a peek, it smelled different making my stomach twist in knots. “Three days.” She answers her hands to her sides waiting for me to drink it.
“Impossible!” I threw the cup to the floor, shattering the crockery and spilling its contents as I pushed the covers and as my legs hit the floor another warmth of fuzziness hit, almost hitting me to the floor as I held my head in pain.
“Take it easy. You haven’t recuperated, give yourself time to heal.” Her arms held me from falling and walked me back to bed as my back hit the bedding relaxing into the pillows.
I heard the sound of the items getting cleared too lazy to let my eyes wander as I focused on getting my sanity in check but most importantly with punishments the Alpha would have in store.
I was unconscious for three days and he will see me as weak and unfit to fulfil my duties.
That’s a big slap to my face and a dent in my plans.
“Sit up and drink this.” This time another cup of the black liquid. I hate the smell and how it makes me wanna puke on the floor and what if it was poisoned?
The realization hit me that the Alpha has instructed her to do his dirty work.
“Trust me it isn’t poisoned and why would I do that?”
Wait- does she read minds or did I say my thoughts out loud? And why won’t she do that? She hates my kind and if the instructions are from Alpha Hades no one turns him down.
“How did you know what I was thinking? Are you a mind reader?”
She lets out a small smile now sitting on the bed cradling the cup with her fingers. “No I don’t have the gift of a mind reader but it was easy to guess what’s going through your head. Your facial expression sold you out.”
I feebly sat up and accepted the cup into my palm and took a sip and within a blink of an eye downed the entire content with a bitter grimace and handed it back to the woman. What more would go wrong that hasn’t taken place?
“Now rest will you. Duties await you.” She bemoans as my eyelids drag lazily, drawing me to sleep.
The last thing I heard was the sound of a distant male voice and it sounds familiar to that..- that of Alpha Hades.
I must be dreaming.
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