All Chapters of A King Slave For The Badass Alpha Queen : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

PRINCESS ROWENA'S POVThe great auditorium of Edrath is bewitching to look at, a gathering of proud dragon lords and deranged werewolf royals in all their glory. Everyone is sited according to their status. The most powerful Royals grace the front, with each column assigned to a separate kingdom.King Roderick and his three wives are at the forefront, and with them is King Draco of the Dragon Kingdom. Behind them are the five malevolent Princes, dressed in more gold than actual fabric.There is space between them and the Royals from lesser kingdoms. Being the renowned warrior princess and soon to be alpha queen of Silvermere empire I was offered the opportunity to sit at the forefront, but I chose to blend into the crowd and enjoy my freedom before I am forced to marry the monster that will become the overall emperor.At the powerful crown of Elowen is mounted upon an elevated altar where all eyes are fixed. The blood of it's heir is supposed to turn jewel's red light to pure white,

THIRD PERSON'S POVKing Roderick has gathered all of his councilmen and his closest allies in his private chambers. The formerly proud king looks quite troubled after the crown rejected all of his prestigious sons. His wives look even more embarassed as they sit next to their king."I wish to express my deepest regrets for the disgrace that this ceremony has turned out to be. Remember that the bitterness you feel mine is twice as much," King Roderick expresses."Bitterness?" King Whimsford of Shadowmoon scoffs. "Honestly I would never have wished for a better day. You dragged us here to glorify your sons so they would reign over us. But the crown was wise enough to refuse them," he adds with a laugh. One of King Roderick's councilmen angrily rises from his seat, "Choose your words wisely, King Whimsford! We all know that only one of our great Princes can be the heir to Elowen's crown," the councilman insists. Then his face wrinkles with an astonishing realization. "Unless the crown h

ABEL EVERHART'S POVIt surprising that my slave cell has a comfortable bed and and a single lamb hanging from a nail on the wall. I was given food to eat after five servants cleaned me up just like Princess Rowena had requested. Somehow I doubt that all slaves of this kingdom are provided equally as much. The soft beddings feel heavenly after years of sleeping on the cold floors of my father's slave castle. Two soldiers stand on guard in front of my locked cell, like I am some treasure or mighty royal that needs safeguarding. They removed the restraints that bound my hands, but left the chains around my neck, whose key belong to Princess Rowena."No one in all kingdoms had anticipated that the crown of Elowen would choose King Roderick's slave son as it's heir. Fate is a mysterious thing indeed," I hear one of the two soldiers say and my eyes fly open. "Princess Rowena figured it out before everyone and bought him as her slave. I bet not even fate can outwit her," his fellow soldier

PRINCESS ROWENA'S POV"We called the Great Oracle to test the accuracy of your destiny as the heir of Elowen's crown. The test will without doubt be painful. I expect you to withstand it without embarrassing me," I say to my royal slave, Abel Everhart, the fate's chosen emperor.No one had anticipated the heir to be human since werewolves have always been the dominant species. But Abel's beauty makes him look like a devine species. I would not subject him to more pain if there was another way of affirming without doubt that he is the crown's heir. The Great Oracle is a popular expert in the mysteries of the crown and the prophesies about it's first heir. She is also the only one that can test Abel's connection to the crown and maybe foresee a time of his reign.I worry that his heart is too good, too gentle to stand against the most wicked of kings who might soon be scouting for his blood."If I may ask, how will the great Oracle perform the test without the crown?" he asks, slipping

ABEL EVERHART'S POVThe guards doesn't let go of my arms even after we have arrived in the Princess's opulent chambers. One is playing with the hairs on the back of my head and it's nothing comforting. I just came from the worst session of pain and every part of my body is sensitive."Leave him," the Princess orders. They let go of my arms and I am able to stay on my knees. The three maids in the room are all staring, mostly at my dirty bare chest. There is curiosity in their eyes, but they also seem afraid to ask a question that the princess would be annoyed to answer. "Your highness . . . we were wondering if . . . you want us to treat the slave differently now that . . . um-""He is the heir to Elowen's crown?" the Princess finishes the question for her nervous servant. "Clean him up. He shouldn't leave these chambers until all issues are settled," she orders. Does that mean I won't be returning to my cell right away? That she brought me here for safety? She definitely suspects