Stuck With The Alpha: His Exclusive Sex Slave

KAEL'S POV "Reject her and you reject us." My wolf snarled. I slammed my fist hard against my study desk. " Silence!" I commanded my wolf, though the word was barely audible even to my own ears. It has been a constant headache since my encounter with our fated mate. Fated mate. The very words tasted like ash in my mouth. A Luna needed to be strong and resilient for the pack. She needed to exude power, command respect and lead thousands of warriors at ease. And my fated mate? A daughter, abandoned and wolfless, cast out from her birthright. How could she protect the pack, stand by my side in battle or command the respect of the elders and the entire pack? It was an insult to my lineage, to my pack. It was a weakness. I pushed back my chair. The study room, a sanctuary of power, felt like a cage. Bookshelves filled with ancient texts lined the walls, maps of territories, old battle strategies and pack histories. "A Luna who can inspire, not merely exist," I muttered to the em

KAEL'S POV I watched as they all made worthless bids on her. "Claim her." My wolf urged. " Twenty million coins." Silence. Absolute silence. Every head in the room turned to me, whispers erupting. The Alpha King. King Kael. The recognition, the fear. She was worth more than being with this hungry wolves. The auctioneer, momentarily stunned, stammered, "twenty…twenty million ! Going once… going twice… Sold! To the Alpha King!" He proclaimed. "Bring her," I commanded, my voice flat. One of my hefty guards moved forward to drag her. She flinched as he grabbed her arms. "Careful," I warned. There was no gentleness in my tone, only a warning not to damage my property. They released her, pushing her forward. She stumbled towards me, her legs weak, her eyes still glued to mine as if I was an enemy. "Walk closely behind," I ordered. She obeyed, though her steps were hesitant, her body trembling. Jayden was waiting outside, his expression full of disapproval. He had followed

CLARISSA'S POV " Who is pregnant?" I asked my son once again, I didn't fail to catch the look in his eyes, hatred from within, he stopped acknowledging me as his mother since he was 19, I failed as a mother but I don't have regrets, I would make the same choices I made few years ago over and over again. I pushed my way into the room and there my eyes caught a pale skinny girl, she seemed unconscious. Is she the girl who got pregnant for him? I guess so. "Do you have the right to know?" Kael said. It broke my heart not completely, over the years I have gotten used to his cold and distant nature towards me. "Of course I do, as your mother and ex Luna of this pack." He snorted and I could see Jayden trying to escape through the door. "What's the situation, Jayden?" I mind linked him, he trembled contemplating on whether to reveal the truth or not to, I glared hard at him signaling him to make a brief summary of the girl's connection to Kael. Jayden explained everything throug

AVA'S POB I woke up to a new day after being unconscious on my first day in Kael's house. Kael never visited me for once when I regain consciousness. His hatred reached such heights. The door opened, and I closed my eyes in fear, pretending to still be unconscious, expecting it to be Kael. But it wasn't Kael. If it were, my wolf would have been restless and excited. Could it really have been Kael? I thought. Kael would never check up on me, he doesn't care whether I'm alive or dead. It was Jayden. Kael's Beta. He always had this pity look on, gentle and soft, in terms of facial appearance, he wasn't inferior to Kael. How great would it have been if he were my mate? But the moon goddess in her grace and unquestionable power, chose the almighty Kael for me. He walked closer to the bed on which I lay. “Ava?” He called out to me. “Are you…Are you alright?” It's been a while since someone asked me this question; the last person who did was my one-time caring one-night stan

AUTHOR'S POV “Kael,” Ava began, clearing her throat softly. “We… we need to talk about that night.” “That night? What about that night?” He smirked, “I thought we had talked about that night, Ava. Extensively. ” “No, we didn't,” she insisted. “Not that part of the night. Not the part where you… we… You know.” Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "Then what part?" Ava took a deep breath; this was the moment. “You were there,” she stated, “You were working. As a bartender." “Ava,” he finally said, his voice gentle, “I was not a bartender.” Her jaw dropped, "What? But… but you were! I saw you! You were wiping down the counter, pouring drinks for people, you even gave me a drink." Her cheeks heat up as the memory of her drunken state came back to her mind, and she stopped speaking. "You're right about that." His smile deepened.“But you are quite mistaken about my profession that night, little one.” “It is one of my many hideouts and often… a good place to gather informat