Alpha King Darius

DARIUS“Strip, bathe, and dress her like she was put on earth to serve,” I ordered the guards, who gave a stiff bow and dragged the little omega out of my sight.I could still hear her purring and struggling like a puppy afraid of its new owner.She amused me, because most omegas who have been taken under debt clauses knew better than to struggle.They would cry, plead, and then relent, but not this one…Juliette Hale seemed different after just one encounter. She was defiant, mouthy, and beautiful. She had this fire where there should have been submission.A shame is what I would call it.I would have pretended she didn’t exist if only she had kept her head down; rather, she chose to challenge me with her gaze and her actions.I always love a challenge, and I am definitely not turning away from this one.An hour later I was alone in my chamber, a place so private no one dared enter without my permission, not even the cleaning maids.This was my zone, where I found solace in the ent

DARIUSShe did, with so much effort, kick me in the no-go area. Her job was to pleasure my cock, but instead, she plans on destroying it.I took her back to the hall, my council members sat in their designated seats, murmuring and gawking. I had instructed them to sit still while I left to find Juliette. Their rowdy behavior was the reason she got out in the first place.I had been trying to play it subtle, but she didn't deserve it. Now I was going to fully humiliate her.I returned to my seat, pulled her by the collar, she fell to her knees next to me, and we became the centre of attention.I stared around the room catching a few lustful gazes tossed in Juliette's way. I didn't blame them. She was undeniably sexy in the deep, dark slip dress that hugged her pale frame in all the right ways, her bare back on display. My collar remained in place.I handpicked this dress and I hoped she would feel the eyes upon her. I wanted her to burn with realization.The tightness of her shoulders

JULIETTEBy morning, I freshened up and changed into one of the tight slip dresses heavily loaded in my wardrobe. I styled my hair in a tight bun, preparing myself for any task Darius had planned to toss my way.I waited for the usual knock of a guard or maid carrying Darius's orders to me. And I wasn't disappointed, a knock greeted my door minutes later.I opened it and met the tall woman from a week ago. I had not seen her since the morning she tossed extremely cold water on my face rather than waking me up like a normal being.“Alpha Darius sends for you.”I closed the door behind me and followed her, she took me to the palace terrace.Darius was sitting with an equally broad and tall-looking man. They were dressed almost identically, in black leather pants, but different t-shirts. Darius was a little bit extra, leaving two of his buttons open.“Good morning Alpha Darius.” I bowed, and turned to his companion, bowing as well.“Beta Cole.” He smirked, pointing in my direction, "Meet

JULIETTEThe silk beneath me was soft against my skin, nothing like I had ever felt or seen. It was Darius’s spreadsheet, a luxury that seemed to have a trick of its own, trying to lure me into forgetting what I truly was, but the cold chains around my ankle and wrist served as a cruel reminder of what I was…A captive.I tried to sleep comfortably as I had bragged to Darius, but my body refused peace, my shoulders ached after just an hour of lying on this bed. I couldn't twist or turn on the bed, even when my body screamed at me to move.It was pure torture, lying on a comfy mattress, and surrounded by soft sheets. Darius had struck again, making me uncomfortable as hell, but I refused to surrender, not tonight, not ever.I closed my eyes, steadying my breath. I needed to do something to calm my restless mind and fall asleep. In the quiet moment, I recalled a lullaby my mother used to sing while she was alive. It was her best trick in putting me to sleep, and each time I tried to lea

JULIETTEI had never in my years of living imagined what it would truly feel like to be a slave. Not just being given off as collateral, or meeting a Psycho Alpha that craves to see you break, and beg for mercy. Not those kinds of slave treatments. No.It was the kind that Darius subjected me to for seven long days. It was the unyielding links of large, heavy, and thick cold metal locked around my legs and arms, and then tightly secured to the walls of his chambers displaying me off like an animal.It was watching the iron dig into my wrist and ankle, rubbing against them until they blistered and broke my skin open.It was the heavy weight of metal dragging me down and interfering with my respiratory system, making it hard to breathe.It was the fact that I learned comfort wasn't an option for me, that I could only sit with my back pressed against the wall and my legs bent to the side, or lie on the cold marble floor where my body ached and then grew numb over time.It was realizing t