Semua Bab Enslaved Princess of the Lycan King: Bab 21 - Bab 30

SERAFINAAs I stumbled towards the fields that day, I could barely move and stand straight due to the excruciating pain from the bruises all over my back. However, the slave masters didn't seem to care about my condition, and Dahlia had mandated me to go back to the fields. The only thing that seemed to matter to them was to get my quota of work done, regardless of the pain I was experiencing.As I approached the fields, I couldn't help but notice something different about the way the slaves were looking at me that day. Instead of the usual disdain and exclusion that I had received before, I was now being greeted with warm smiles and kind words. It was as if they had finally accepted me as one of their own, and the feeling of acceptance lifted a heavy burden off my shoulders.I'm glad the news of Vallie's return had reached their ears, and hopefully all misunderstanding they haboured for me have been cleared. As I made my way through the rows of crops, I came across a young girl strug

SERAFINAI found myself perched on the edge of my stool, surveying the scene unfolding before me with a mixture of trepidation and despair. The room was filled with the sorrowful cries and hushed whispers of the other slave girls, similarly dressed in stark white linen that so mercilessly exposed much of our skin, in sharp contrast to our usual attire of black sackcloth we usually wore. Our mode of dressing alone depicted that today wasn't just an ordinary day – it was the day where the High Ranking Werewolves council were coming to the Kingdom for the meeting with Zahir. It was as if we were naked, stripped of our identities, anything that could provide even the slightest bit of comfort or protection in this dehumanizing we were about to be subjected to. I watched as the girls huddled together, their arms tightly wrapped around each other in a desperate attempt to find solace in one another's shared misery.As the silence stretched on, punctuated only by the occasional sniffl

ZAHIRSerafina stepped into the hall with us, both her hands latched by the guards that escorted her into the hall. The princess could deceive others with the air of royalty that followed her every step but she couldn’t deceive me or hide the fear in her eyes. Not even the slight tremble of fear as soon as her eyes counted the men in the room. Serafina was dressed just like every of the slaves in the past who have been to this room to satisfy the desires of these men in the most carnal and perverted ways. If I had it my way, she shouldn’t be dressed that way—in a silk linen that showed way too much. As I expected from the men of my court, they howled and jeered, making crude comments about her body. I could see the lecherous gazes of the wolves as they looked at Serafina. It made my blood boil – how dare they gawk blatantly at my personal slave in that manner? It made my fists itch to connect to all of their faces and bruise them badly. However, I knew I had to stay calm and compo

SERAFINA My heart was racing so fast that I could hear the thudding of my pulse in my ears. The council's gaze on me as I was standing there naked was humiliating. Nevertheless, I had no place to hide.Zahir's voice was like a whip, cutting through the air with a harsh edge. "Serafina, I said you should get on the table. Now," he barked, his tone laced with cruelty.My legs felt like they were made of lead as I hesitated, trying to find a way out of this situation. But Zahir's commanding presence left me with no choice but to obey. "Please, Your Highness," I whispered, my voice trembling with fear."I said now!" he snapped, his eyes drilling into mine with a steely gaze. It was like he could see every thought in my mind, every fear and doubt that held me back.With tears streaming down my face, I climbed onto the table, feeling like a piece of trash on display for the wolves to feast upon. The council members' lewd cheers and jeers echoed in my ears, their eyes leering at me with a

ZAHIRAs soon as the casket entered the court, I knew what Lord Timothee was trying to do. He was trying to use the death of his son as an opportunity to gain ownership of Serafina. But I was determined not to let him manipulate me so easily.I watched with a cold rage as Lord Timothee presented the casket, his eyes gleaming with a smug sense of satisfaction. He was convinced that he had me cornered and that I would have no choice but to accept his demand. But little did he know, I was not one to be played so easily.As he ordered his guards to open the casket, I felt a smirk curve my lips. I was eager to see the look on his face when he realized that his plan had failed. He was expecting to see the body of his son, but instead, he was met with an unpleasant surprise. Lord Timothee's face twisted in confusion and surprise as he opened the casket, expecting to see his son's body, only to find the rotting remains of another man. I could see the proud smile on his face fade away as he l