From Slave To Queen Novels & Stories

She hoped for a moment of respite, a chance to gather herself and find clarity amidst the chaos of her emotions. However, her path was interrupted as she noticed Bree approaching with a procession of slaves behind her, trays laden with delectable treats. Leanda hesitated, contemplating whether to continue on her way or acknowledge Bree's presence. Before she could make a decision, Bree called out to her, commanding her to stop. “Stop Slave!” Leanda paused, feeling a sense of resignation wash over her. She knew that defying Bree's orders was not an option, given her position as the queen and the power she held over Leanda.

If doing what the queen demands keeps my family safe, I will do what I must. Not that I have any choice. As we pass by the ballroom, all that is left of the night’s revelry are empty chairs and drained glasses. The guests have all wandered off to their rooms or out onto the grounds. The Queen, of course, has retired to her rooms, which is where I am being led like a pet on a leash. As I am now, I am little different from any of the other slaves that wander these halls. I too am tied down with chains, only mine are invisible, held firmly in my mind and just as unbreakable.

I cry out to him as the wolves continue to surround me. Raphael shifts back into himself and begins to circle me along with the Rogues. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? The Slave Queen all alone in the forest.” Holding my head high I stare at the man, trying not to look at the circle of wolves growling around me. “I am the Queen,” I say proudly. “You are nothing more than the sex slave you have always been,” Raphael growls at me and I try my best not to cower under the power that is radiating off of him. “Do me a favor and let your King know that Victor sends his regards.”

My hands began to shake as the pieces of the puzzle began to take shape in my head. “A blood slave Margery. They kept me for my BLOOD. So trust me when I say, Tervan would keep this little queen and drain the poor girl, drop by drop until all that’s left of her is a dry husk and gallons of blood turned to medicine and kept in case I ever become sick,” The queen’s mouth was still moving but I couldn’t decipher anything. A blood slave?! What had Lydia told me on the truck? That Wilson said her mother wasn’t just a servant but a slave?

Grace explained further which I kept on nodding my head,her voice was low and husky. The queen mother threw the stick she had used on the girl,who was lying helplessly on the floor. A maid brought a bowl of water which she washed her hands in. Her gaze caught me and she stared at me intensely,she walked towards me,the maids and the guard bowing their heads low each time she walked past them. "Bow your head,bow your head". Grace muttered under breath and kept on tapping my hand endlessly,I bowed my head low as she instructed. "You're the new slave whom the once sided for".The queen mother asked me,the moment to get to where I had been standing.

He groaned and pumped into me so hard my spine pinched from being curled back and my breasts actually bobbed up and down. “—M-my Alpha,” I croaked, my breath shuddering as he pushed me closer and closer to my peak. ‘Tell me…’ “You’re my mate—Cazz, you’re everything—" ‘Tell me you belong to me! Tell me you’re my slave.’ “Yes!” I cried, gripping his shoulders for purchase because he was pounding me until my teeth clattered. “Your slave! I’m your slave!” “Queen and slave,” he rasped, driving into me.

The Prince said with a pause “I want the girl and I will have the girl, or is the request too much for you.” “N-n-no your highness it just wasn’t expected that’s all.” The request surprised him too, he never came here with the intention of going back with a slave, it was a mere chore visiting the blood bank system but after seeing the strange violet eyed girl and tasting her blood, he knew he had to have her for himself.

I slipped on my panties and climbed into bed, Xander laid next to me pulling me close to him and my eyelids became heavy so I closed them. But before sleep could consume me it dawned on me I had just lost my V, and Xander and I had completed the mating Process. Which means I would become Queen of the Caputo Kingdom, I don't know if I'm ready for that? I am no Queen, The people of Caputo Kingdom deserved more than me. Who am I to be Queen? I'm a nobody, Xander deserves more, someone that could give him everything that I can't.

I was held back with a silver blade against my throat while the Queen, Carolyn I think her name was, held Rose against her with a silver sword. She smirked cynically and hit Rose at the back of her head. I tried to break free, but the silver blade on my neck was biting at my skin. Fear filled her eyes as she looked up at me on all fours. "Look at me Rose, only me," I choke in a soothing whisper as the bitch Queen rose the sword above my mate's head. "Keep your eyes on me." "I love you," she chokes in a wavering whisper and her head was severed from her shoulders.

The only way the spell could be undone that fast and painfully was if he had lain with his true mate. With him. The slave. The thought burned acid through me. I staggered to my mirror, my reflection was pale and trembling. My training...the endless hours of posture lessons, voice lessons, the way I had been drilled since girlhood to be perfection incarnate, all of it meant nothing now. A slave boy, scarred and dirt-bred, had undone me with his body. My lips curled. I would not cry. I was Amber Valtris, chosen since birth to be queen. My mother had beaten weakness out of me with a silver cane. My tutors had poured steel into my spine. I was not some simpering fool who lost everything to lust