Chapter 7

Ava's pov

I could feel eyes on me, more murmurs erupted, everyone was just as confused as I was.

Why her? Why the sudden change of heart? What about his mate? Did the human do something to him…a mixture of voices could be heard, I was overwhelmed.

“Enough!” The king ordered, his voice ringing in the throne room. Immediately the room became silent as though there weren't any people in it.

“You, Ava Sinclair, I have chosen to be my personal entertainer.” He said, gaze locked with mine.

I couldn't believe my ears. It's common knowledge that the king has never had a personal entertainer as he has been saving himself for his mate whom he has been searching for, for what felt like an eternity.

At this point I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me whole. I said silent prayers in mind to whatever supreme being that was listening to let this either be a joke or a dream. Let the king either laugh at me and call it a jest or let me wake up because this can't be happening.

I wasn't just a servant, I was now a “personal entertainer”, the thought of warming the bed of not just any alpha but that of the alpha king did not just disgust me but terrified me.

“Wh-what?” I stood up and asked in shock.

Shocked gasps were heard behind me from the humans from other settlements. The humans from my settlement all but bowed their heads as they were used to or rather expected this sort of reaction from me and were praying to whatever supreme being was out there to help spare me.

The werewolves around were equally shocked by my outburst. Lyra raised a brow, Rowan cracked a smile and the other two males seated next to them just stared at me in curiosity.

“How dare you question the king?!” Captain Ryker bellowed from beside me. He raised a hand to strike me and the king halted him once more.

“Enough, Captain Ryker.” He said. “I do not remember asking you to impact discipline on her per my request, did I captain?” He asked rhetorically.

Captain Ryker stammered trying to form a proper sentence. “No, your majesty.” he said in resignation then bowed his head and stepped back.

“I'll come back to you,” he said to the captain. Shifting his gaze back to me he said. “Ava Sinclair, you are my personal entertainer effective immediately.”

“Lyra, distribute the remaining servants. This meeting is over.” The king said. One by one werewolves began to pile out of the throne room, those whom had just gotten servants, walked out with their servants trailing obediently, less than a foot behind them.,

Soon, it was just the alpha King, the two men — whose positions I'm yet to find out, princess Lyra, prince Rowan and I left in the throne room.

“Beta Magnus,” the king called out. “Please head back to my office and carry on with what we had been discussing earlier, longside Gamma Draven.”

The two men, the beta and gamma, stood up from their seats, bowed then proceeded to walk out of the throne room. I was only a few meters away from the door, when they got close to me they paused, eyes up from my head to toe and exchanged glances.

Their expressions were unreadable. I'm sure they were discussing something with the mind link.

The one with a scar that ran from the top of his neck, to the base, disappearing underneath his shirt, looked at me with something in his eyes, which I couldn't decipher, then walked away with his partner.

“You two, return to your duties.” He ordered and the twins bowed then left, that also sent curious glances my way.

The king left his throne, walked towards a small flight of stairs then came down from the platform where the throne was mounted.

He stalked towards me, his steel grey eyes roaming my body as though trying to understand something. He came to a stop a few feets in front of me. There it was, the same feeling from earlier when we locked our gaze. The tingling was back, the warmth from his eyes on me was back.

“Follow me” He said, it wasn't a request — it was an order.

With that he turned and began walking to the far side of the throne room, there was a small door that I hadn't noticed earlier.

I stood where I was, rooted to the ground, contemplating whether or not to defy him. But then remembered that this was the alpha king, the feeling of captain Ryker’s claws still lingered on my neck, I knew the king could do far worse.

With reluctance I began moving towards him. There were few warriors and servants in the throne room going about their duties, I hated the pity I saw in the eyes of the servant.

He lead me through a series of hallways, the more we walked the more tapestries telling tales of the great war began to appear, tapestries with tales of the moon goddess, painting of previous alpha kings, queen luna and other members of the hierarchy whom played a significant role in the success of the werewolf kingdom.

I focused on them to distract myself from the fear of the unknown. As this was the first time the king was choosing a servant by himself, let alone personal entertainer, I didn't know what to expect.

Eventually, we arrived at a wooden door which has craving of wolves and the moon on it. He pushed it open revealing a spacious room on the other said.

It was beautiful, the warm afternoon sun filtered in from the window. The room was cream in color, it had a fairly big bed pushed up against the wall on one side with a nightstand on either sides of the bed. A wardrobe in one corner, a windowsill, vines dropping down from the window and a fireplace.

It was everything I had ever wanted, elegant and simple. But knowing who the room was coming from dampened my mood.

The king closed the door and the lock slid into place with a click. The sound brought me back to reality, this was it, I am now a personal entertainer.