All Chapters of A slave to the alpha I rejected : Dark erotica 18+: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Silence ensued as Nyssa flinches from the beta’s presence as he holds Celeste, her body hot with fever, while she looks at a guilt-stricken Nyssa. “I told you the king’s slave is to be punished by the king’s command alone,” Callix warns a stuttering Nyssa. “It’s her fault; she wanted to harm me,” Nyssa begins, pointing toward the thorn flowers on the floor. “See? I told her to bring flowers that I could share, but that devil brought thorns and made me prick my hands,” she lies. He looks toward the maid, who nods in unison with her mistress’s story. “Careful, Nyssa. There’s a line,” he warns before he picks Celeste up and takes her out of the room. For a split second, his eyes lock with a young maid, her eyes blurred with tears as she is still pushed to her knees. She hadn’t expected the beta’s boots to be right in her field of vision, his frame hovering over her petite form. “You—you’re a healer, right? Come with me,” he calls, and she stands up. They walk out of the

The sound of shower droplets echoed through the dark room as Celeste stirred from sleep, her body aching with each movement. She opened her eyes to the dim light. She sprang up fast when she recognized the maroon sheets and velvet covers, her heart lurching as she realized where she was: the Alpha’s chambers. A tentative glance confirmed he wasn’t in the bed. Relief spread through her as she slid off the mattress, hissing at the pain in her feet—though it was now bearable enough to walk on. A silver glint caught her attention on the desk. She limped over and saw an open book. Her hand glided across the crisp pages; the open spread showed a jumble of copied dates. One look at the handwriting told her it belonged to her father. She was so immersed that she didn’t hear the shower stop. Suddenly, a naked male towered behind her. “What are you doing?” The Alpha’s deep voice rumbled as the book fell from her hand back to the table. “Alpha,” she stuttered, clasping her palms. Her

CELESTE’S POV I stand quietly at the sideline, watching Nyssa with confusion etched in my features. Why on earth did she call me here? What was she trying to prove by making me watch? As it turns out, I wasn’t the only one stuck in the dark. Syzar’s voice echoed, “What is she doing here?” His words held a venom clearly directed at me. I bit my inner cheek to keep calm. His eyes spoke volumes of his distaste for me, but the memory of being spanked still burned across my skin. I watched, hoping that whatever Nyssa was up to, I would be long dismissed before it began. I was wrong. “Oh, Alpha, since this slave will be overseeing your pleasure as your toy, I wanted her to witness the real pleasure I give you. I wanted her to learn from me, and I wanted her to see how good we are together,” she said smugly. My stomach twisted. I wanted nothing more than to get out of here. Surely Syzar wouldn’t make me watch, right? That would be cruel. “Good timing, then,” he called, and my

Celeste’s knees slammed against the ground, her body frozen in pure disbelief at Nyssa’s sick command. Right in front of her stood Beta Callix, who watched her with dark eyes before locking gazes with Nyssa in disbelief. The brunette looked amused by her own words but didn’t show it—other than her gaze—as she dug her fingers into Celeste’s shoulders, making her wince. "Don’t you hear me, slave? Suck his cock—you’re at least good at that now, right?” she sneered. Celeste stared with shaky hands. Just as she reached for the hem of his robe, Callix’s rough hand gripped her wrist hard, pulling her from her kneeling position as he snarled at Nyssa. “Enough with the fucking games, Nyssa.” He pointed at Celeste. “And you—get out of my sight. Now!” he roared. Celeste didn’t so much as look back as she raced out of the pavilion. Her shoulders burned from Nyssa’s claws, but she didn’t stop until she made it back to the servant quarters, her legs finally giving out as she fell to

It was gone. Her books were stolen, and with them, the translated coordinates. Everything she had worked on for days had vanished. The only ones who frequented her room were Blanca and Anora. No one else came in here. She had quickly gone to the matron, Blanca, who gave a nervous and defensive reply, insulting Celeste for not being careful with her belongings before she stormed off. Sweet Anora looked almost confused when Celeste brought it up; she couldn’t even suspect her in any way. Now, the book’s disappearance left Celeste stumped. She sat with her head hung low, barely attentive to her surroundings in the library while Anora piled up volumes around her. The library had become their meetup spot—one that people hardly used, though her encounter with Syzar here was still fresh in her memory. And now the only thing she felt she could do, the only thing that might have helped the alpha, was gone. Her heart ached as she pressed a palm to her chest, trying to calm the p