Enslaved Princess of the Lycan King

CHAPTER TWOSERAFINA I took a moment to digest the hard–to–swallow pill my father had forced down my throat. But I choked on it, unable to process it as it made absolutely no sense to me. I couldn't believe my ears, it was like I was hearing things, and I really hoped I was. I chuckled sardonically, "You're joking father, aren't you?" I looked to him, expecting a confirmation but he stared at me apologetically and that's when I knew he was being really serious. "Serafina dear, just do it for the Kingdom." He said to me, like it was just a simple thing to do, like it was a simple walk to the stream, like it was writing the alphabet.But in a real sense, I'm going to be slaves to wolves!"What are you saying, father?" I questioned, rising up from my seat. My eyes scanned the rest of the Kings, they seemed unfazed with the literal fact that my father just offered to sell me off to a beast!They were in support of it, they knew about this, they've been planning this for only god kno

SERAFINA I watched as my royal crown shattered on the floor. With it went my title, my dignity, my pride and everything I stood for as a princess or rather, used to stand for. It all still felt like a bad dream and I held onto that feeling, hoping this would be in fact, a nightmare that I would soon wake from but no, the the nearly–strangulating feel of the collar around my neck and the bitter taste of shame and disgrace that sat on my tongue were too factual and overly real to be a nightmare. It was a reality. My reality. The end of a rope being sharply lashed on my back jolted me out of my thoughts and left behind a sting on my skin. It’s wicked stroke sent me reeling, and I lost balance on my knees and fell to the ground. I let out a shrill outcry of pain and I craned my head upward and amidst the fog of tears that laid in my eyes, I saw his tall figure tower above me, a sinister glare in his eyes that was enough to kill and the whip in his hand. Before

ZAHIR The door to the throne room opened and she stepped in, high and mighty with her majestic strides and poise. Hera Castilione, my mistress and chief trainer of the human slaves. Hera was a werewolf and should be among the other people of the kingdom under my leadership but I have kept her around for years after our escape from the humans. She was one of the few wolves who were lucky enough to escape slavery when the humans first invaded our world. One would think she had no right to hate them so much since she didn’t go through the same thing most of us did but knowing the deep and intense secret rooted in the darkest parts of her mind, she was entitled to every bit of the hatred that came from her. And she was mine. Her darkness complimented mine so well. I made sure she was clothed in the best apparels, expensive silk and sequins and a bountiful of golden ornaments and jewelry. "Your highness. I came as soon as I heard the news of the arrival of the human princess." Hera st

SERAFINA A violent tug on my hair woke me up the next day and I let out a screeching yelp. My tired eyes immediately sprang open and I saw that it was Hera, standing beside where I laid, arms clipped to her side and her siren eyes narrowed furiously at me. “And why are you still asleep? Get up you filthy slave!” Her tongue was like an edged sword, and whenever she spoke it seemed like every word was accompanied with a venomous fury. I quickly got up on my feet—I was tired and exhausted, still starved and had barely slept last night.. The day hadn’t even started to break yet. I could tell from the darkness that still loomed outside the open window high up in the room. The window was set up so high for a lot of reasons and preventing a slave escaping through it had to be at the top of the list. Even if anyone made it up there, it was too small for a human body to fit in. This place was nothing but a prison. “I’m sorry, I overslept.” I answered to somewhat soothe her anger

SERAFINA Immediately the person heard the door open and saw that it was the King, she immediately bowed before him. It was a woman, an older woman probably in her late sixties. It seemed like the entire room belonged to her and it was miles ahead from what I had slept in last night. So from all the clear indications I’ve seen so far, there had to be something special about her. The older woman retracted and stood erect and it was then she took cognizance of my presence and then her gaze shifted to the King, who’s shirtless state made her features change drastically, instantly spiraling her into distraught. “Oh dear. I will go get you some coverings, my King.” She said and quickly moved on her feet to the far end of the room, there was a small wardrobe there and she ravaged through its contents until she found a purple linen and then she came over to the King again. “Your majesty, if I may?” She seeked permission and the King gave her a slight, approving nod. She bowed again b