Chapter 3 - Slaved Luna

|| RADOLF'S POV ||

Reika’s tears fell without restraint as the humiliation grew unbearable. I could see it clearly. She was a dominant, proud Alpha—one who never bowed unless forced. And now, I was making her bare herself before me. The disgust in her eyes wasn’t directed only at me, but at herself.

My voice thundered through the courtroom again, raw with rage.

“SHOW ME!!”

She sucked in a sharp breath, her shoulders trembling. I knew she was praying—to the Moon Goddess, perhaps—for this to end. But she couldn’t act bold. Not when her father and her entire pack stood on the edge of destruction.

Helplessly, her shaking fingers lifted the hem of her short gown.

My lips curved into a slow smirk.

This side of her—cornered, vulnerable—stirred something darkly satisfying inside me. I swore to myself that I would strip her of every ounce of resistance until she had nothing left to fight with.

Her eyes squeezed shut as cold air brushed against her exposed skin. I saw everything. And the more she despised this moment, the more power surged through me. She had wanted to save herself for her mate. Instead, I had torn apart her blissful life, her pack—everything.

Her thin panty barely covered her ass, parting just enough to give me a clear view. My gaze traced her plump cheeks with ruthless scrutiny. Flawless skin. Not a single scar. There was no denying it—her body was made to tempt.

Something tightened in my throat as I stared longer than intended.

With a frustrated growl, I forced myself back into focus, gripping the chain harder. I noticed how deeply she bit into her lips.

I was a monster.

And she knew it.

The whip came down again and again. Her skin split, burned, bled—until her knees finally gave out. She collapsed, unmoving, numb. I showed no emotion. Pain meant nothing to me anymore.

I bent down, yanked her hair back, and snarled into her face,

“You know what, Reika? This punishment could end right now if you bow to me.”

She smiled—weak, broken—but defiant.

“In your dreams.”

Rage surged.

I shoved her away like trash once I was done. My voice echoed sharply through the hall, reaching my beta outside.

“Cohen, send this damn woman to the servant’s quarter.”

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Later, her voice echoed through the servant’s wing.

“I’m not wearing any of these. Take them away!”

I wasn’t there, but I could picture it easily—her jaw clenched, fury barely contained. Sharing space with servants was one thing. Being forced into nearly transparent clothes was another. She would never parade herself like that before my men.

The servants wouldn’t dare challenge an Alpha.

Then another voice cut in.

Agnes.

She always made her presence known.

From what I later learned, she strutted in like royalty. The servants parted for her instantly. Ever since I favored her, they treated her with reverence.

She mocked the clothes and reminded Reika of her place—a captive.

I could imagine Reika’s wolf snarling inside her, eager to tear Agnes apart. But Reika was smart. She always was.

She reminded Agnes of what she truly was.

An omega.

And that stung.

No matter how much power Agnes pretended to have, her wolf knew the truth. It wanted to bow. In the end, she fled without a word.

Reika was left alone—broken, exhausted, but unyielding.

She slept that night knowing nothing would change.

She was still my prisoner.

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When Agnes came to me that night, I stood with my back to her, gripping a wine glass so tightly I nearly shattered it. Fury churned inside me.

“On your back. Against the bed.”

She obeyed without hesitation.

I didn’t even look at her.

My mind was elsewhere—stuck on Reika’s refusal to bow in the courtroom. I had wanted her dead then. But killing her later—after her father broke—would be far more satisfying.

I tore Agnes’s gown off with little patience. I had been hard long before she entered the room. Since my mate died, restraint only made the hunger worse.

I thrust into her roughly, chasing release rather than pleasure. She moaned, clung to the bed, welcomed the brutality.

I never kissed her. Never touched her gently.

She was nothing more than an outlet.

She climaxed quickly—twice—while I remained tense, restless, angry. Her body went slack beneath me.

And still, I wasn’t done.

I stared down at her weakness.

Then Reika’s face flashed through my mind.

Defiant. Unbroken.

Why couldn’t I tame her?

The frustration exploded, and I drove into Agnes until release finally tore through me.

I pulled away, breathing hard.

“Leave.”

She always left.

As she dressed, hesitating, she finally spoke,

“My king… I have a request.”

I didn’t care.

“Say it.”

Her voice softened, sweet and hopeful as she approached me.

“My king… may I keep Reika as my servant?”