Strip! Alpha slave!

Alpha Jeffery...

No, Jeffrey. He is a slave now and not a royalty.

It is not lenient for him to accept who he is now. But then, he has no choice but to accept the reality as he was being dragged like a criminal along the hallway. 

"I can walk!" He growls at the guards, his voice bleeding anger and pure turmoil. 

His harsh disruption prompted the guards to move frighteningly away from him. Jasper heaved, he walked on in a trudge, not like a slave but like a king who he was.

On the other far end of the hallway, a short-aged woman appeared as she progressed towards them. Her left hand was elbowed and a bunch of clothes was positioned on her arm.

"Alpha Jeffrey!" She called tearfully on seeing him.

"Lady Macbeth," Jeffery called back in what seemed to be a husky groan.

He hopped on his feet, halting on his track. His blue orbs were darkened, and dejected pain was written all over him as he gazed back at the older woman.

"I heard what happened," she told him and then, she faced the guards behind him.

"You may leave us," she said stringently to them.

"The queen ordered we get the slave prepared for tonight, and..." one of them was grumbling and Jasper growled at the word. "Slave"

"I know!" Lady Macbeth cuts the guard short.

"The queen ordered that he gets bathed and placed in her room, right? Leave that to me," she said again to the guard.

The guards shared a few weird glances at one another. Eventually, they let out a soft sign as their shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Okay, Lady Macbeth!" They responded in unison and then, they left.

Lady Macbeth spun her attentions to the Alpha slave. "Follow me, Alpha Jeffery," She said in a respectful tone.

She spun and then walked away along the hallway while Jeffery pursues, his blue eyes surveying the familiar environment around him.

"I'm no longer an Alpha, Lady Macbeth," he snorted.

Instantly, he despise himself for spilling out the statements but it was the reality anyway.

"You may be a slave in here but not to me, Alpha. You're a king and the royal blood floods through your veins... It would be extremely disrespectful for me to acknowledge you as a slave, my king," she confessed to him, as they curtailed in front of a wooden door.

Lady Macbeth unlocked the door through its knobs and they penetrated inside. A few female slaves could be seen in the room, their worn-out dress barely concealing their bodies except for their womanhood region and their breasts layers. 

"Late King Dawson never practiced the act of slaves," Jeffrey mumbled on catching sight of the slaves, although he could tell they weren't his pack members.

"Well, there's one now. Queen Isle, his wife made a new law. The other kingdoms were in support of her choice. So, slaves have becomes a thing in the present," Lady Macbeth replied, her hand signaling at the slaves and they hurried to get the cold bath ready. 

Jasper hugely scowled, his hands fussing with his torn shirt as he removed it and threw it to the floors.

Lady Macbeth glanced at his face with an expressionless countenance, she heaved pitifully.

"Like I said Alpha, the other kingdoms were in support of this act. Don't feel irritated into thinking the humans were the only ones who abided by this new constitution," she added forthwith.

Jefferey chuckled, a surprised and displeasing one.

How come he never knew of this?

How come everything just occurred between the kingdoms right under his nose, and he didn't get a glint of anything?!

Something isn't right, something is wrong.

Even the fact that he got effortlessly conquered, and couldn't wield his Alpha powers... It shows that the queen apparently had assistance from someone closer to him.

But who could that be?

Certainly, Beta Kappa can't give him out to his rivals or his wife!

And speaking of his wife, where could she be?

"Lady Macbeth," He called eagerly and, the older woman whirled to meet face to face with him.

"Alpha, your bath is ready," she replied instead.

"Not that, Lady Macbeth. I wish to know if you have in any way seen my wife, she's pregnant and I'm frightened the guards might manhandle her. I won't spare Isle if anything should happen to Henrietta," he mutters, his voice carrying so much bitterness and raw grievance.

"I did see Luna Henrietta, It appears she might put to birth tonight, Alpha," Lady Macbeth notified.

She turned away from him again, motioning the slaves to evacuate the room.

"What?! Put to birth?! My child?! Where is she?! I have to see her, I have to be with my wife in this situation!" He squealed, he was extremely unsettled and his heart battered rapidly.

Jeffrey's legs worked on their own in an extreme hurry, he got to Lady Macbeth and gripped her shoulders vibrantly not minding the older woman's aching whine.

"You have to calm down, Alpha. First, you have to do as the Queen Isle asserts. Or else... I'm ashamed to pour this out to you but, your wife or your child might be killed right in front of you and there is nothing you can be proficient to do about it," Lady Macbeth uttered.

Abruptly, her eyes glimpsed down at his hairy chest. Waves of shocks and confusion flickered through her eyes when she saw the significant mark of a dragon skull drawn on his chest.

The Mark!

However, Jasper was too hysterical in anger and appalled to death to take a hint of the shocking looks on the older woman's face.

Quickly, Lady Macbeth washes away the startling expression off her face before the Alpha slave would notice.

"What?!" Jeffrey's eyes broadened in uncertainty, his hands pulled away from Lady Macbeth as he turned away from her.

"I will be at the door waiting, Alpha!" Lady Macbeth was muttering as she strode towards the old bed to lower the clothes in her hands, before hurrying towards the door.

Suddenly, she paused but never swerved, her eyes on the door as she spoke thus;

"I'm only doing this because you are a kind man, Alpha. But I must say this to you... If you wish to survive here and if you wish your wife and your unborn child to survive here in this kingdom. Then you must do as Queen Isle instructs you to do, she's no longer that confectionary and lovely woman you knew her to be, she's more like a divinity herself," Lady Macbeth solely said and then, she left the room.

Jeffrey was aggravated, his muscles tickles and raw anger and hatred hate him up.

He has never felt this weak and humiliated. His deep emotions were mixed up with fears of something bad happening to his wife and unborn child.

How could Queen Isle do this to him, to his family, to his kingdom?!

"Queen Isle, I assure you, you will pay for these humiliations, you will pay!" he growls outrageously underneath his snout.

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Lady Macbeth awaited impatiently for the Alpha, the slaves weren't left out as they were terrified of invoking the disastrous fury of the Queen on them.

Who would want their throats to be sliced off like shriveled onions?!

Shortly, the doorknob rattled inside and Lady Macbeth breathed in what seemed to be a relief.

The door opened ajar and Jeffrey steps out of the room, he kept an uptight face as he stared at the people loitering for him. Then, he stepped out and the door closed.

Momentarily, they were on their way to the Queen's room. They got to her chamber and the guards who were stationed at her door, announced their arrivals to the queen.

"Let them in!" Came the hoarse voice.

Without a waste of time, Lady Macbeth penetrated the room alongside Jeffrey. Then, the slaves stayed outside with the guards.

"My Queen!" Lady Macbeth bowed. However, Jeffery stood without any form of a bow.

Queen Isle laughed at his reluctance and stubbornness. Currently, She was straddling the huge chair which faced the dressing mirror.

Clearly, she could discern both of them through the reflector in front of her.

"You can go, Lady Macbeth," Queen Isle commands, and the aged lady leaves, not without sparing the young man a cautious peek. 

"Strip!" Queen Isle ordered stridently, her voice clenching as she stood from the huge chair.

"You can't compel me, Isle!" Jeffery growled lowly, but his harshness was enough for her to hear.

"Really?!" She scoffed. "Well, we will see about that," she whispered evilly.

Then, an unruly shriek is heard outside the door.

"Jeffrey! My unborn baby!" The woman cried out, her voice trickles in pain.

It felt like a hot knife has been dived deeply into Jeffrey's heart on hearing his wife's voice.

"Henrietta!" Jeffery yelled shockingly, and fearfully.

His eyes dilated as he spun to whisk out of the room. However, Queen Isle's words made him pause.

"One more step, Alpha slave. And I will make sure she's dead before you get to hold a glint of her flesh," Queen Isle warned and Jasper swiveled to her swiftly.

"You she-devil..." He roars dangerously. His stagnant steps advancing towards her.

Queen Isle smirked at him as he stopped right in front of her. Unhurriedly, her eyes captured his blue orbs. She trails it seductively down to his huge chest, she gulped dryly.

"Strip. Alpha slave!" She whispers low, her voice gripping.