All Chapters of THE SLAVE WHO REJECTED THE ALPHA : Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Ravok POVI drained the last swallow of whiskey, letting the burn coat my throat before I set the glass on the table.“On the bed. Hands and knees,” I said, my voice calm. My gaze slid to the bed, then to Seraphina, who was still kneeling naked in the corner, her head bowed like a trained pet. “Yes, Majesty,” she murmured. Seraphira lifted her head slowly, a practiced smile curling her lips, an empty expression meant to please, not to feel. Her body moved with grace as she stood and crossed the room, the curve of her back catching the low light, the sway of her hips too rehearsed. Her breasts shifted with each step, full and high, the soft weight of them drawing my gaze.When she reached the bed, she did not hesitate. She climbed onto the mattress with the fluidity of someone who’d done this a thousand times, her back curving in a smooth arch as she lowered herself onto all fours. Her palms spread wide against the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric for balance, and her ass lift

The witch did not answer.She returned to crushing the leaves, slower now, deliberate, then tipped water into the bowl. It hissed softly when she set it over the fire. Steam rose, carrying a sharp, clean scent that cut through the dampness of the cave.“The King bought Melany,” I pressed. “Will he kill her? Is she a witch too?”Still nothing.She stood, crossing the small space with quiet steps, rummaged through a worn satchel, and drew out a strip of bark... cinnamon, I thought. She snapped it in half and dropped it into the bowl. The scent deepened, warm and bitter. Maybe it really was tea.Victoria’s voice surfaced in my mind: What if he marries her?“Will the King marry her?” I asked, and the witch finally looked at me.“Now you’ve asked the right question, Alpha.” She lifted the bowl from the fire and came closer. The steam brushed my face, hot and fragrant. “Drink.”I pushed it away with the back of my hand. “I am not sick.”Her mouth curved. “Drink,” she said, holding it stead

My breath caught, but I masked it with silence. I did not want to ask, but the question burned anyway. “What others?”He turned toward me, slow. “Oh, come now,” Romeo said. “Surely you did not think you were the first? There were plenty before you. Pretty. Quiet. Willing... eventually. And all of them thought they could handle him too."“you are lying.”“I wish I were,” he said with a sigh that felt entirely false. “It’d make things less tedious. But no. They all end the same way."I yanked at the ropes again. “What happens to them?”He took a few steps closer, stopping just short of the bed. “They bleed,” he murmured. “And we clean the sheets before the next one arrives.”“you are disgusting.”“No,” he said. “I am honest. And you...” his eyes narrowed slightly, “Nora told me about your history. You were part of the Black Moon pack, you ran away and took shelter in the brothel, and you were auctioned off. you are just a little human trying to escape a hard life. you are not different,