Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chosen by the Tyrant Alpha as A Surrogate : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Irene's POV“You bitch!”I could almost hear his voice from all those years ago. I could nearly feel the sting of his fist against my face. My throat clenched and for a second, all I could do was stare at the man who had sold me like livestock. Icarus Slater was never an older brother to me. Ironically, when we were little, he was a doting and devoted sibling. But after our parents death, his decline started and I was at the recieving end of it. For years, I condoned his brutal abuse, learning how to heal myself and even when I managed to gather enough to run away, he would always find out. Then he would take the money and beat me to near death. I never expected his greed to win out in the end when he sold me to the palace. LAnd now he was moving towards me. He crossed the street with the uncoordinated gait of someone who had already been drinking, despite it being barely afternoon. When he reached me, he laughed and if was a harsh, grating sound. I recoiled at the yellowed te

Irene's POVI was still lying on the bed and strong hands were touching me. Rough palms skimmed across my collarbone while his fingers traced the curve of my breast. A mouth pressed against my shoulder, then my neck, then lower.I moaned, my back arching into the touch. The hands knew exactly where to go, sliding between my thighs and each caress sent heat flooding through my body, pooling low in my belly."Do you want this?" A familiar voice whisper, rough with desire."Yes," I gasped, my hips shifting restlessly. "Yes, please."I opened my eyes as the dream intensified, and found myself staring directly into steel-grey eyes.Alastair.He was there and his hand was on my breast, his body half-draped over mine. His mouth descending toward the apex of my thighs.Reality and dream tangled together, and instead of pulling away, instead of pushing him off, I…"Continue," I whispered, my body humming with arousal. I parted my thighs, an open invitation.His eyes glinted with dark amusem

Alastair's POVThe treadmill hummed beneath my feet as I pushed myself harder, sweat dripping down my face and chest. For some reason, the physical exertion was the only thing keeping my mind from circling back to last night.I couldn't wipe off the way Irene had looked at me when she realized I could smell her arousal."Your Majesty," Hayes said from the side of the room, there was a tablet in his hand, "your schedule for today."I grabbed a towel and wiped my face without slowing my pace. "Go.""You have an eight AM conference call with the design team at Black Technologies regarding the new appliance line,” he passed and cleared his throat. “There’s another ten-thirty meeting with international distributors and-”"Cut it," I said, hitting the stop button on the treadmill and the belt gradually slowed. "The distributor meeting."Hayes stepped forward, a clear frown on his face. “Your Majesty, they've been waiting three months for this""I don't care. Reschedule it, give them an exc

Irene's POVThe dungeon was cold and dark, just as I remembered from the stories I heard the servants whisper about. Bare stone walls, minimal light filtering through a small barred window high above. There was no bed, just the cold floor and my own thoughts.Alastair had kept his word. I wasn’t given food or water throughout the day.But I had gone through worse. Through years of servitude, beatings from my brother and nights when I went to bed hungry because there wasn't enough to eat. This was nothing compared to that.So instead of wallowing in self-pity, I sat in the center of the room and meditated. I thought about Master Elias's assignment, the one where he asked us record ourselves singing and analyze our performance. I was too emotionally devastated the day before to really think about what I wanted to sing.But now, in the silence and darkness, the answer came to me.The lullaby about the wolf who loved the moon. It was the same one that made Alastair's eyes go strange w

Irene’s POV I thrashed against Alastair’s iron grip as he hauled me down the corridor, my bare feet scraping over cold stone. Cam’s tearful begging echoed down from his room and my heart tightened with pain. Alastair didn’t even look the least bit concerned. He truly was a heartless bastard! What kind of father treated his own son like that!? “If you lock me away a thousand times it won’t stop me,” I snapped before I could help it, all the rage I was holding back poured out all at once. He only grinned, looking clearly pleased by the insult. His grip tightened around me, I was struggling to even keep up with his long strides but Alastair didn't even bother to slow down. We were heading towards his private wing, I realized with horror. “W-Wait!” I yelped, tugging against his hold but he was unrelenting. “Where are you taking me!?” He looked over his head, those pearly white flashing in the darkness. “You said I couldn’t stop you, right? Well, I don’t want to anymore.” My sto