All Chapters of A slave to the alpha I rejected : Dark erotica 18+: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Days had passed. Rounds of different healers, far and wide, had come to check on the queen mother’s state—including Muriel, who found no cure for her madness. Only apologies and sympathetic lines were repeated, as they all wished the alpha king well. “T-there truly is nothing we can do, my king,” one healer stammered, trembling under his cold gaze, nearly wetting herself in fear. Syzar could only watch, feeling there was more he should do—but chaining her was not an option. He would never alter who his mother was and chain her like how the beasts did. Instead, she was allowed to roam freely through the castle at night, though she mumbled words no one could understand. Respect for the queen mother did not wane. The servants made themselves scarce to avoid triggering her fear, as her screams and cries left everyone on edge. It was decided no onlookers would be best for her condition. Roaming the palace halls she once lived in might help bring back her memorie

The news had spread about Celeste being assigned by the king himself to become Queen Vamara’s companion, a news that enraged Nyssa. Her hands paused over the bouquet she was choosing for the queen’s welcoming ball. She had tried everything to get into the queen’s good graces. She’d thought the punishment of being locked in the den would break Celeste and remind her of her place. But now, Syzar’s decision fueled Nyssa’s anger like never before. “What? What does that crazy hag know? That stupid slave must have manipulated her somehow and got to Syzar through her!” she screeched. Her servants bowed their heads. “You are right, Mistress. It’s so sudden and unnatural for Alpha Syzar to give a mere slave, a Crossvale princess, that role. It’s absurd!” Nyssa lost her temper. “Let me go see the queen mother. Anyone can be at her side and influence her—if that slave can do it.” Head held high, she stormed toward Vamara’s chambers, her minions trailing behind her, all caught in he

For the first time in weeks since Vamara’s rescue, the queen had agreed to come out of the silver castle, a request that makes Celeste smile happily. . Celeste guided her out of the royal pavilion to a gazebo overlooking the entire palace and Sorgale city below while the servants stood, all shocked from the queen appearance, all immediately bowing to her presence . “Beautiful…” Vamara struggled to say, and she was right. The city glittered like a crystal gem, walls illuminated, lights buzzing along roads that wound through the valley. Celeste watched, curious. She wondered about the world beyond the palace walls. Would the city welcome her if they knew who she truly was? Would the people enslaved by her father’s greed ever accept her? She shook her head, dispelling the thought. Of course not. She couldn’t even dream of a future; she would spend the rest of her days paying with her body to Syzar. Yet she couldn’t help tracing her lips, remembering last night and what she h

Days passed, yet Alpha Syzar was still in disbelief that he had fallen asleep with someone beside him; it was a downright miracle—and terrifying. For the first time in years, he had given his safety freely in the presence of Celeste, his sworn enemy’s daughter and slave, while he was dead asleep to the world. Ever since that day, he had tried to avoid her. Now he faced more sleepless nights. His body rejected opium and all other sedatives, while his wolf called for a familiar blonde—a call he rejected repeatedly. Servants could see the alpha’s troubled state, including Nyssa, who announced herself into his chambers, her smile wide after he allowed her presence. “I have missed you so much, my king,” she called, kissing the crook of his neck. But just as she reached for his zipper, his hand stopped her, gripping her wrist. Nyssa scowled in confusion as Syzar walked to his shelf, pulled out an old book—a sequel to the story he had given Celeste to read to Vamara, one his si

SYZARION’S POV. +++~~++ “You monsters! Get away from my daughter!” my mother cried out. Gelion chuckled, his sick, twisted lust aimed at her. “You’re next, Queen,” he leered, reaching for her. Dregan appeared, seizing Gelion’s arm. His eyes studied my mother. “Not her. Our benefactor wants her untouched,” he told Gelion, who snarled in annoyance before turning away. My mother could only watch as Salina lay broken, unable to speak or scream. “Take her to my room. She’ll keep me entertained all night,” Gelion muttered, and my sister was dragged away. I lay paralyzed, wolfsbane burning through my veins, unable to speak or fight for my family. “Derek, you bastard! Where is my sister?” I murmured with the last of my strength. I tried to roar, but only a rasp left my throat. Hours bled into another day. Guards watched me carefully as I waited, the air thick with dread. My mother’s wails for Salina had gone silent—until an hour later, when I overheard two guards talki