Enslaved to the Alpha King

 I approach the Alpha King’s bedchamber. Fear courses through me. He’s claimed me as his slave and I know what he plans to do with me. Tonight he will take my virginity without mercy. He might even kill me. He’s not going to be gentle and I’m human he’ll be able to rip me apart without any effort.Knocking on the door I want to turn and run, but the warriors behind me won’t let me get far. The Alpha King wants his human slave tonight. He’s wasting no time with calling me to his bedchambers. I know what awaits me on the other side as I push back tears. I won’t cry in front of him. You were a princess, I remind myself. I can do this. I can let him do what he wants. Obeying is my only option. If I rebel, if I try to stop him, he will punish me and that scares me more. He’s probably itching to whip me or find some reason to hurt me. 

Stalking towards the dungeons to check on my other potential slaves from the round of people we wanted revenge on. Most of them were guards and other staff who mistreated us. The guards were the worst when it came to the female slaves. They raped, the assaulted, and the enjoyed every mometn of it. The guards would find reasons to beat the shit out a male slave. They were brutal and unforgiving. I find my Beta Emett in the dungeons slicing up and guard who had ass raped Emmett. When Emmett sees me he drops the knife, washes his hands, and then walks towards me with a very satisfied look on his face. Emmett is my best friend and my cousin. We grew up together, we were slaves together, we escaped together, and we took back what was ours together. “Ah it’s a good morning when you get a little bit of revenge,” He takes a deep breath to

This day has been a stressful one. My meetings were long and I’m ready to retire to my chambers, but I’m not ready to face Clara. The look on her face of disbelief when I told her I wouldn't hurt stung more than I ever thought it could. When I was taking her on the bed I swear I could see the hate forming behind her eyes, but then something even worse flashed in her eyes, brokenness. I know that look I’ve seen it on hundreds of slaves, of my people. I head to my study which is attached to my bedchamber. I pop my head into the room and see Clara looking out one of the windows. Her back is to me. I leave the door open a crack. I grab a book that I need to look over and make myself comfortable in my chair at my desk. I’m so absorbed in my reading it takes me a minute to realize there is someone else in my bedchamber with Clara. That shouldn't be. I get up and look through the cra

Sitting in my study sorting through the endless amounts of documents that need my signature, my thoughts wander to Clara. The healer should be here soon to update me. Nora has refused to let me see her. I can't believe she is refuising me access to my own slave. I can’t allow it much longer. I understand her need to protect her friend. I do. I’ve been there with Emmett and Iris before.  I’ve had almost no success with getting Iris to see things my way. She doesn’t care about anything Clara did. Emmett is trying to care, but he’s struggling. I’m trying to care as well and I know I care more about the truth than they do more than anyone. So much hatred fills the hearts of my people towards the former royal family. I hear how they talk about the former princess. They hate her and yet they shouldn't. I hate her and I don't know why. I shouldn’t, but I do, however I think the truth makes me hate her less.

I have no idea how much time passes, but eventually there is a knock. Killian tells them to enter and in shuffle some servants with two trays of food. A decanter of wine and two goblets. They set the table with utensils and napkins and then they leave. They were quick and out of the way in minutes. The doors shut once more, leaving alone with my master.  “Come, let us eat.” He says rising. I rise and follow him to the table. He sits in the only chair and I kneel on the floor. “Rise, you don't have to eat kneeling on the floor.”  “Master, there is only one chair.” I remind him. Unless he plans on me standing and eating. I’m an idiot of course that’s what he meant. Stop thinking like a princess, you are a slave now, I harshly remind myself as I stand up.  “Pour us some wine and then you can sit on my