CHAPTER 5: THE ALPHA’S HAREM

SORAYA’S POV

Once Ragnar was out of sight, Khai pushed me away like I was some piece of shit he couldn’t wait to get off him.

He turned to the man with the scarred face and said, “Ronan, round up. I’m getting sick of this place.”

The man nodded before meeting the auctioneer and exchanging a few words with him. Once he was done, he grabbed my arm and yanked me toward the exit harshly.

“Ow!” I hissed, doing my best to ease his grip on my arm, to no avail.

Khai adjusted his shirt casually before walking out of the hall with his men. He walked ahead of us until he was completely out of sight.

When we finally stepped under the moonlight, the last thing I saw was Khai getting into a car before zooming down the street with a convoy.

The scar-faced man—who I remembered Khai referring to as Ronan—led me to a different car.

Inside were two girls already seated at the back, with two men at the front.

“Get in,” Ronan said gruffly, shoving me into the car without even a hint of gentleness.

Once inside, he shut the door and crouched down to come face to face with the men seated at the front.

“You have just one job. Fuck up, and your heads will be delivered to your mothers by morning.”

My eyes widened as the two men nodded without flinching. The man in the driver’s seat fired up the engine while the other turned to us—with a gun.

The two girls screeched as they held onto each other tightly. I sat paralyzed on the spot, my hand subconsciously going up to cover my belly.

“If any of you try anything stupid, I’ll blow your fucking brains out,” the man said gruffly, alternating the barrel of his gun between the three of us.

The rest of the journey continued in pretty much the same fashion—the three of us quivering in fear at the back of the car, a gun aimed at us.

It felt like the car ride lasted forever, until it finally came to a stop.

The driver stepped out, along with the man with the gun. They opened both sides of the car and roughly pulled us out.

A groan left my lips, and just when I was about to address their barbaric behavior, my words died in my throat.

The mansion situated before me looked like something straight out of a dream—an 18th-century fantasy set in Greece.

The architecture appeared as though it had been modified by gods. The pillars situated at both sides of the grand entrance were at least ten times taller than the average human.

The doors were tall, heavily guarded, and made of gold. The windows started from the shrubs outlining the foundation of the structure and stretched all the way to the roof.

It was surrounded by vast acres of land, trees, and shrubs trimmed to perfection.

There was no doubt—Alpha Khai’s mansion was by far larger than my ex-husband’s. And that was saying a lot.

We were led to the entrance, where three other girls—dressed in little to no clothing—stood.

They looked just as confused and unsure of their surroundings as the rest of us. It was at that moment that it clicked.

I was not the only woman Alpha Khai had bought tonight.

What on earth was he going to do with six women?

“This place is so beautiful.”

“Are we going to be living here?”

“Gosh, we’re going to be living like royalty.”

I suppose I did not share the others’ excitement. As much as this place screamed beauty and luxury, the terms of living here were still unknown.

And even if there were no terms, I knew I could never be safe here.

If Ragnar knows who Khai is, then he knows where he lives. Which means he knows where I am. Which makes this place unsafe for me.

I have no intention of staying here for too long. Everything in this mansion screams money. Surely, I can obtain a few valuables.

Once I’m out of here, I’ll sell them and get enough money to get as far away as possible from Khai and Ragnar.

I will never have to submit to another man ever again.

I will be free.

I just need to learn the ins and outs of this place.

A man dressed in an all-black suit walks up to us. He has his hands clasped behind his back and his black and grey hair gelled back.

There’s a not-so-full moustache sitting at the top of his lips—it covered most of them when he smiled.

He stopped right in front of us and said, “Welcome, ladies. My name is Rodrick Martell. I would like to congratulate you on being personally handpicked by the great Alpha King Khai, the rogue king of the East. It is tradition for the Alpha King to purchase six slaves for the consummation feast, which is hosted every year by His Majesty. Each of you possesses a finesse, a beauty, and a presence that drew the King to you. Before the feast, you will be added to the Alpha’s harem. You will be summoned every night to please His Majesty until the night of the feast, where you will be given to the Alphas in attendance.”

What the actual fuck?

I’m to be used as a pleasure toy until I’m sold again? Just what kind of tradition is that?

Suddenly, my urge to escape from this place is heightened.

The thought of being manhandled by different men—all while with a child in my womb—sends a distasteful shiver down my spine.

I expected the rest of the girls to share these feelings, but clearly, they don’t.

“Oh my God, you mean we’ll be meeting with the Alpha King nightly?”

“And we get to satisfy his sexual desires,” another girl said, practically foaming at the mouth.

“Maybe he’ll notice me and take me as his Luna.” More murmurs and whispers erupted, but Rodrick raised his hand to silence us.

“I am happy to see the excitement, because the Alpha has demanded you all be brought to his chambers tonight.”