All Chapters of A slave to the alpha I rejected : Dark erotica 18+: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Celeste’s POV A subtle heat rose through my skin as I felt a warm pressure on my body, cooling and soothing each pain-flagged spot. My chest fell as my breath finally settled after the pain had been reduced, my mouth bitter from whatever concoction had been forced down my throat to help me. I opened my eyes to be met with unfamiliar carved ceilings and the familiar scent of herbs, with each scent from the morning flashing back to me. From the beta twins to Muriel and Nyssa… a face that left me with a question. I tried to speak, but my throat zinged in pain from how parched it was—all from my cries and pleas last night while Syzar used my body as he pleased. “You’re finally awake, child,” I heard the calm voice of the older woman, Muriel, as my brain recalled. I pulled myself up by my elbow, slowly stumbling forward even as my temple throbbed. “What… what happened?” I groaned, just as I saw the hot plate of soup settled on a table in front of me. The savory smell of ch

Nerves grew and tension spread through the silence of the grand hall of the silver palace. Figures sat around an oval table. Five chairs were set around, yet only three were occupied by males, all with their beta guards by their sides as they waited. “Unbelievable that a Rahl heir still lives. I should have suspected when the Sorgale territory began to gain protectors in numbers. I should have known Silas’s spawn was still alive,” Emorott, the Chief of Redstone, muttered. “I wonder how the hell you didn’t know about Syzarion’s plan, Korak!” Chief Archon of Moonvale called to the Bluestone alpha. The Bluestone chief stayed stiff, his hands arched under his chin as his dark eyes watched the Moonvale chief. “Of course, I had no idea either,” Korak said quietly. His brows drew together, leaning into a frown as Archon snarled. “You were Silas’s brother-in-arms, the Rahl family took you as their son, and you became his brother. You are his uncle, and you had no idea of our

The walk back to the room was treacherous as Celeste limped behind Callix, trying to hide the pain. But her steps left blood on the dark marble floor. She stumbled back; a hand on her back steadied her, she caught the cold stare of the beta beside her. He led her until they reached her door. “Lay low for now, and do not get in Nyssa’s sight again ,” he said with an aloof expression. But this was the first show of kindness toward Celeste, and she spoke. “Thank you for helping me out of there earlier…” Her words made him frown; any sense of care vanished from his gaze as a heavy hand leaned and pressed on her shoulders. “I did not help you. Compared to what you and your family did to Sorgale, it is a mercy I am not slitting your throat—only because of Alpha Syzar’s command to deal with you himself. I trust he will make sure your existence is miserable,” he hissed, his frame crowding over her space. His aura and form proved that he was the truly colder twin compared to Cas

Celeste stood almost dumbfounded by Syzar’s command, but she couldn’t refuse. Even though there was brutal pain with each step she took—her legs barely healed from Nyssa’s assault—Syzar’s command was not one she could refute. She steadied her legs, hiding the wounds with the train of her black dress as she began to walk, biting back each painful step toward the table. Her palms touched the smooth surface before her face lay flat on it, her backside in the air and presented toward the ruthless male who had watched her every move. “Alpha…I don’t want to take off my dress—” she started, but was cut short by his presence buzzing right behind her. She felt the heavy grip of his hand on her hips, one that was sure to leave a bruise. She let out a soft gasp as warm air brushed her chest and backside; the alpha had gotten rid of the dress, which now pooled around her feet—thankfully hiding her bandaged wounds. Relief spread as she recalled Nyssa’s threats to hurt Anora and the o

Nyssa wasn’t happy at all, especially after hearing the news of the king’s slave, Celeste, spending hours in his private study with him; her spies had left nothing out. “How dare that cunning wench try to gain the king’s favor? Don’t tell me he is already developing a soft spot for her,” she hissed as the maids adorned her head with a silver diadem studded with sapphires. “Two can play at that game, and I am already the champion,” she muttered, admiring her stature in her teal dress, one that swept the ground as she stood ready to have dinner with the king. She let the most innocent and elegant smile spread on her face as she walked into the great dining hall to see that he had arrived, taking her seat by his side with a smile. “My king, it feels like a lifetime since we have had time alone,” she said with a smile as her wine was poured. But only a quiet hum was returned as Syzar’s response, leaving Nyssa biting her cheeks to keep her annoyance down. The dinner was anythin