บททั้งหมดของ Bound as the Alpha king's Slave : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

maga started whipping his bloody back again. He gave no reaction, but he could feel his own skin at his back ripping open with each stroke of the whip at the bleeding wound. Then, he felt a weight on top of him. Ronald had fallen on him, shielding his body with his. Ronald is twenty two, when he was twenty-one. Ronald, who's always been 'the pretty boy' as the guards like to call him. They like to pick on him, but Ryker always shielded and protected him. No matter what he had to do to protect him. Ryker had a lot of weaknesses back in captivity because he cared about all his people, but Ronald was his greatest weakness. Maga was furious, he started whipping Ronald instead. Ronald's hoarse shouts filled the air with each stroke of the whip but he never got up. Ryker had tried to move...to protect Ronald, but he couldn't move his body. Ryker always tries to protect Ronald just as much as Ronald always tries to protect him. Ronald is no slave, he can't take intense torture. Ryke

She stilled instantly, her breathing erratic, her heart in her throat. She couldn't see a thing. When he flipped her over with her back on the bed, she cried out frightened. But, he merely laid atop her and pushed inside her hurting warm body again. Lyra was overwhelmed, she doesn't know this position. He came down on top of her, she felt his clothed body blanketing her. No, his body wasn't clothed anymore, Lyra noted instantly as her finger met his naked skin. He has removed his clothing and her searching finger met the hard rough surface of his stomach. Scars. With that three seconds flex of her finger, she felt them. So many scars. Then, his hands took hers and raised it high above her head. He resumes thrusting into her body, his body large and heavy on top of hers. She whimpered with each thrust. She was surrounded by him. Tears filled her eyes, it is too much for her. Her weak body trembled. All she could feel is him: the things he was doing to her. The back-and-forth mo

While the king was in the bathroom, Scarlett called the maids to take out the bedsheets. She wanted every trace of that bitch out! The two maids that remained cleaned out the room to her satisfaction. By the time the king came out of the bathroom, the room was clean and arranged, aired and scented. She sat there on the bed while the King took off his clothes and changed into new ones. She tried to keep being calm, it was a struggle. How can Lyra spent the night in the King's bed and he allowed her!? He'd never... NEVER... let her lay on the bed, but he took sexual pleasures from his slave on this bed, and he also let her sleep on it. How is that even possible!? He'd found satisfaction with her too, she knows this. vane was never in here and she wasn't too. It was that bitch! Scarlett's head was pounding really hard, her hands fisted beside her in rage, but when the king clothed himself fully and stared at her, she beamed at him like she was a bright and happy mistress. "I se

Emily tried to sit up and Lyra saw the move, she helped Emily to sit up on the bed, the both of them wincing at the same time. Emily heard her wince and she lifted concerned eyes towards Lyra, "Are you...alright, my p-princess?" The question so softly asked...so brokenly asked...caused tears to fill Lyra's hurting eyes immediately. She pushed closer and wrapped her arms around Emily's body, burying her face on her neck. "Oh, Emily.... How can you ask about me when you're the person that's hurt!? Why did you do it!? Why!? Why did you have to do that to me Emily...?" She cried. Emily doesn't like seeing her cry. She has never liked it. Hearing her princess's cries, feeling the way her body was shaking against hers, was hurting her badly. "My princess.... Please, don't cry." She whispered, raising her bandaged hand, she patted her back in reassurance. "Please, don't cry.... I don't like that you cry..." Those words only made Lyra cry harder, even as she tried to control herself, s

Shit. Andrew felt like kicking himself. He knew he should have never slapped her where it was so damn visible yesterday, but he'd wanted her so much, he was unable to control himself. While he was lying so effectively, he'd told the king baldly that he never laid a hand on her. He forgot about the goddamn slap. Fear gripped him. Slowly, King Ryker walked closer to Lyra. He got so close to her that only a few inch separated them. Then, he bent down to become eye level with her. Memories rose inside her of last night where he did the same thing. And then, the memories of what happened afterwards.... Her cheeks flushed as he still stared at her, his eyes scrutinizing her. So close, Lyra breathed him in. King Ryker has a unique scent to him that she is beginning to feel familiarized with. The same scent that surrounded her last night...that clung to her body even after she left his bed. She cut off the gasp that rose to her throat when he raised his hand and run it across her chee