Todos os capítulos de Slave to the Savage Alpha: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

(Zorya)He seemed to have understood my apprehension from my reaction. “No cameras in the medical bay,” he whispered, trying to ease my fears. But all his words had been hushed, revealing that there were still hidden mics. Fearfully, I nodded, clutching the tablet to my heaving chest. His smile wavered but for my sake didn't disappear. “Please, take a seat,” I requested again, keeping a distance. “Xalik?”He obeyed without reluctance, settling on the edge of the single bed. “Yes, that's me.”His shapely arms, appearing like corded steel rods, arched with his palms facing down, clutching the mattress. I collected myself and moved. Picking up the ECG patches, I slowly approached him. “I am going to stick them on to your…” Why couldn't I say the damn word chest? I pointed towards it. He bit down on his lip, amusement dancing in his eyes. “To monitor your heart rate,” I completed with a sigh. “Sure.” He leaned back slightly. I needed to clean a part of his skin first with an al

(Zorya)The world ceased to exist for a while, even Caliath's invasive hand on my shoulder as I stared at this virile male in front of me. The room melted away; the powerful Alphas and their slaves disappeared too. Xalik seemed angry, pissed, and almost mad. He didn't seem to know that I was Alpha Caliath’s slave. I gulped; he appeared even more terrifying than Caliath at that moment. Rage rigidly contorted his face. His eyes slowly wavered from me to the man holding me. The trance between us broke. A murderous intent seemed to have settled in Xalik's eyes. I realised that he wasn't mad at me; he was gutted to know that I was Caliath's slave. “So you found yourself a silver head. I heard they bring good luck,” someone teased beside Caliath. Caliath's death grip wrapped around my forearm, and he pulled me up and into his lap. His long fingers grazed my open hair. I didn't understand his obsession with my hair. “Exactly why I bought her,” he smugly answered. His gaze had been on t

(Xalik)Fragile and delicate were the words that sprang to my mind when I first saw her. An urge to protect her overcame me, seeping into my heart and refusing to leave. The desperation and fear on her innocent face softened me as it had never done before. ‘Protect her!’A voice inside me, a voice not mine, a voice I didn't recognise—sounded and compelled me to protect her. I couldn't let her be tainted at the hands of those devils. I did what I could to safeguard her. I couldn't save everyone in this wretched place, but at least I could save her, for now. She took care of my battered body. She sang for me. Her voice healed a part of me so broken and ruined that it had hardened me into the man I had become. I could listen to her melodious singing all day long, forgetting my worries, my problems. I had always been obsessed with butterflies, especially the silver-and-blue ones native to my lands. SylpAzure, as we called them. They were attributed with good luck and prosperity; app

(Zorya)Xalik had his hair tied at the top of his head in a half bun. The tight pull of his hair highlighted the sharp features of his face even more. The lines of concentration were etched on his forehead. Instead of grey, he donned a black pair of stretchable trousers. His ripped torso was bare, as always, rugged and perfected in a manner that I couldn't stop my timorous stares. Black ribbons were tied on his buffed, bulging biceps. But it was his feral eyes that had my heart racing. That kindness and warmth he carried when he was with me last night had evaporated like it never existed, only to be replaced by savageness, a purpose to kill and maim. Xalik terrified me at that moment, but at the same time, I understood that this was a matter of survival. He had to survive. It was to kill or get killed. His vacant gaze stayed on his mistress as she gave a small speech and wished him good luck. Slowly it swept with an urgency until he found me. The hardness on his face and rage in

(Zorya)To my utter amazement, Caliath let me go. He called Jazian to take me back to my room. Trembling, I quickly left before he changed his mind and put me to the same fate as those poor slaves. I stole one last glance at Xalik. Canara was busy smooching him. But his right eye drifted towards me, flickering with his deep sorrows. The Alphas had chosen more slaves to abuse. Some were using whips, others brutally torturing using sex toys and wine. With a shudder and heart beating with resentment, I left this forsaken place with Jazian. Inside my room, I changed into a nightgown and cried, curling up into my bed. The silver collar against my skin was a permanent reminder of how insignificant my life was. I hugged my wrist to my chest. The butterfly rested against my heart. A hope clung to me that this wouldn't be the end of my life. One wrong move and he would kill me without a second thought. With tears clinging to my eyelids, I drifted off into slumber. I woke up to a hand on