Semua Bab A King Slave For The Badass Alpha Queen : Bab 41 - Bab 50

ABEL EVERHEART'S POVMy nerves are screaming as I lay naked on the bed, watching her pick some items from the drawer. She sets down the items by my side, one of the oils from the gift boxes included. "Seems people knew the kind of gifts that would excite your stepbrothers. King Elon's concubines would be running if he had time to open his gifts," she says. I turn my head to check what the other items are, but she puts off the lamp on the bedside table. Darkness takes over, heightening my anxiety. I cannot know what to expect and the fear is driving me crazy."Be still," she orders. An uncomfortable moment passes before I feel a drop of cold, wet liquid touch my left n***le. I assume it's the oil and just keep still as another drop hits my other n***le, then my breath hitches when I feel more pour on my exposed groin. Her fingers spread it all over my engorged manhood. A low moan escapes my mouth as she rubs it on the head.So far the punishment has got more excited than rueful. My

ABEL EVERHART'S POVI make my way towards the slave dungeons, no one stopping me even to ask questions. King Elon must be truly happy with the possibility of becoming the emperor. Food supplies for the feast are coming in through the gate in large amounts. Everyone is in a rush, especially the servants who needs to have everything ready before the ceremony. King Elon's assistant is running around, a whip in hand as he sternly commands those carrying the heavy loads. I make it to the guarded iron doors of the slave dungeons and the two guards who have been there for the last two decades rises to their feet in surprise at the sight of me. I bet they are even more unnerved by my presence since they were quite the cruel guards when I was a slave here. When bored they went in and tortured the slaves for fun. Only thing they couldn't do is kill since they would have to pay."You no longer belong here. What do you want from us?" one asks. "I have Queen Rowena's approval to get inside. Sh

ABEL EVERHART'S POVThe door creaks open after I have waited hours for her Majesty's return and finally given up and got in bed. There was much to be prepared for tomorrow's ceremony. King Elon would not have risked setting it further. He wanted to be the emperor as soon as possible. He also wanted a grand ceremony for everyone to witness his crowning. I imagine he needed her Majesty's presence throughout today to feel assured that tomorrow will be as perfect as he desires. Her Majesty's men are in the other room, whispering tales, jokes and stifling laughter. I could not join because of the obvious reasons. I am a human slave and their tales and jokes must be about war, their common skill. Not to mention that someone needed to be in this room in case a servant stumbles into this chambers unexpectedly.After running out of things to do I put off the lights and just decided to rest. Somehow I am too anxious to fall asleep however. My mind is active with thoughts of what might happen

ABEL EVERHART'S POVThe wicked concubines are enjoying their task of keeping the former Royals moving fast behind their master who goal was to humiliate them further than he has already. They must have been fed first because Tedmond could even crawl so fast in the state he was in yesterday. Their situation is worse than death, yet just like us humans they are desperately clinging to life. I do not regret turning a cold shoulder to the former Queen's cries for help yesterday in the slave dungeons. The embarrassing abuse is nothing they do not deserve. "This is kind of entertaining. A doubt it was King Elon's idea," Cara says. "He can be creative when it comes to ways of hurting his slaves. You will be surprised," I tell. I hate the way he stares at her, like everyone else, sometimes even missing steps. The procession make it to thrones where King Elon and her Majesty take their seats amid loud cheers from the crowd. The three Royal slaves are dragged aside by the concubines who ma

ABEL EVERHART'S POV I expected some hesitance from our enemies, but they obey her command like little children. Everyone falls to their knees like they have no thoughts of their own. It was one of the crown's most incredible powers. That it's wearer has control over both human and werewolf minds. Her command becomes their will. I am the only one left standing in the entire stadium. The crown's powers doesn't affect me. "You're immune to the crown's powers. I am envious," Cara says while on her knees."Sorry, but it could be worse. At least it's the right person wears it," I reply. She might not agree with me, but only through Queen Rowena's genius plan could the crown be acquired from wherever it was hidden. And we have done it without losing any of her Majesty's men. She is now the the queeen above all alpha Kings, the empress who shall rule every land and mind. This Palace finally feels like a home. And it will be even better when my mother returns."Hail the mighty Empress!" on