All Chapters of Bound as the Alpha king's Slave : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lyra was finally taken away from her cage immediately after the king's visit. She saw places again that isn't her cold barren cage and it made her feel better. But her heart still beat faster whenever she remembered the reason she was taken out of her cell for the first time in two weeks. She was put in a bath and the maids bathed her, just like the king instructed. Funny that maids will bathe a slave. But then again, it’s not surprising if the slave’s destination is the king’s bed. She was bathed. Three maids attended to her, one of them, the oldest named Bami, was the one in charge. They loosened her hair and combed out the tangles, leaving the hair in a long, curly mess afterwards. The clothes they had her put on, made Lyra cringe. It was barely clothing, she might as well be naked. Little leather skirt that barely left her hips and blue leather top that only covered her nipples, stopping just above her belly. Then, they wore her a long robe that covered the clotheslessness.

A knock came to the door and King Ryker gave approval for entry. Bami i entered, "I have gotten her to her room and I have also" "I don't need the details, Bami. I don't care." He stated curtly, scribbling down on the scroll. "Yes, your highness." Bami said immediately. "How's veroni?" Bami's eyes softened at the mention of her daughter. "She's doing fine, your Majesty. Her ears still doesn't do no good but she's doing better." He raised his head, "How old is she now?" "seventeen, your highness." King Ryker lowered his head. Tears burned the back of Bami's eyes. She knows what the king is thinking, because that is her thoughts everyday. Her daughter is too young to go through what she went through in the hands of the Auroria kingdom. Veroni will never recover from that experience at all. "I'm glad. Send me Scarlett." He started curtly. Bami stiffened at the mention of her name. "Should I tell her to come prepared?" "Yes." "Alright, your Majesty." She turned

"Get the big bowl, Emily dear." The older woman's voice came from the sitting room. "Coming, Mrs Delilah." Emily carried the big bowl to the living room, and the older woman took it gratefully. "Come, join us eat." Mrs Delilah gave her a kind smile. "In a minute, Mrs Delilah." Emily went back to the kitchen. She sat down on the small chair there, her eyes looking around, taking in her surrounding. She's been here for a few days over one week. This good old couples she was giving to is the kindest of people. They treats her right, as if she's a member of their family, when she's only their helping hand. She's no longer a slave, but a help. Now, she gets paid for during the simplest things. This is the best life ever for a girl that was born a slave. She's supposed to be happy. But she's not. Not at all. She can't stop remembering her Princess. Her Princess Lyra. The King took her in as his slave. She can still remember vividly, her princess being collared. Emily can't

Lyra kept clutching and following him as they walked out of the Royal Court, until he got to his chambers and walked into it. Alone with her, he locked the door. Turned and faced her, more formidable than ever. "Thank you so much f---" She began. "To the table. Do not lie on it. Just give me your back." He commanded in a curt voice, his expressionless darker than ever. Lyra did what he said, her body shaking with the adrenaline of what almost happened in the court... what he saved her from. She was all too grateful to do what he asked. She held the table with trembling hands and closed her eyes. He came up behind her and worked her finger into her experimentally. He frowned harder because she's not wet, not even from all the erotic plays in the Royal Court. Lyra doesn't know where he produced the liquid she felt him sticking into her, coating himself with. He never removed his clothes, and she's facing away from him, she couldn't see his erection or any part of him.

lyra arrived at the King's Chambers at exactly five minutes. She knocked, and at the voiced approval of the King, she entered. As usual, he sat behind the desk scribbling down on a scroll. He didn't spare her a glance when she entered. "Kneel." He inked the tip of his feathers. lyra's knees sank to the ground and her head lowered. "Come here." She walked on her knees towards him. When she got besides him, her knees were hurting a little. But she's determined to be good. He raised the written scroll and dropped it gently aside. He picked up a fresh one, "Strip." Her hands shot out in front of her and she started undoing the buttons of the uniform. She took them one after the other until finally, it all came undone. She lifted the clothes from her head and dropped it to the ground. Her underthings followed too. When she became naked in front of him, she lowered her head awaitingly. Finally, he stared at her. His eyes took her in but only for a fleeting second. If he'