La Esclava Mas Odiada Del Rey Novels & Stories

It turns out that the queen was not our king's destined mate, nor was the prince his first son. Vlad began to tighten the arms of the throne where he sat. Everyone who looked at him saw the hatred in his eyes when he looked at his uncle. - Our beloved king's destined companion was a human servant who, despite being unusual among our slaves, did not want to be transformed. She was the daughter of another servant, so she remained in the palace and died in the palace at the queen's hands. - We weren't woken up for mere gossip, were we? What can these counselors do with the past? – says Marques Dante, Guardian of answers, without the slightest patience.

Dreading that the oily Prince would try to touch her even more intimately on the way back upstairs, or even suggest a dalliance in one of the bedrooms, she was relieved to get away with a lot of innuendo and a whack on her bottom. “Is the Masked King going to watch?” she asked. “He is looking forward to it, as am I.” He leaned closer, adding, “They say he has the blood of a lizard running through his veins and it takes a lot to get him going.” “What will happen to the fighting men?” “Rumour has it he devours his enemies, not whole but piece by tiny piece while they are still alive.” “I might have believed you a couple of years ago. Not now. Everyone says His Majesty is a handsome man, a – a

He nodded slowly when I told him what he said about making her the greatest Queen who ever lived, and when I finished, he placed his hands on his hips and said: “That’s something.” “It’s a problem, isn’t it?” “Yes,” he said, then shook his head. “I can’t believe Olivia would stoop this low. I just…I admired her so much. She was one of the best people I knew. Her behavior now is disgusting.” Alice and I exchanged a look but said nothing. He rubbed his jaw and said, “I will find that slave and have him arrested. I can do that. All I’m going to need is his name and where to find him.”

I was placed on a bed and the man turned his back on me and started walking away. I thought he was going to close the door before coming back to me. I wasn't a fool. I knew why I was here. After hearing the man I didn't get to see refer to him as your majesty, I knew I was doomed. I was a slave to the notorious mateless Lycan King. Rumour has it that he's ruthless and a womaniser. He takes female wolves or Lycans as his sex slaves and discards them when he's bored.

The king interrupts me again; this time his eyes are glowing red. “I said shut up!” He growls, gripping my jaws with such force it hurts. “I’ve never encountered a slave as audacious as you. I have to admit, I admire that. But do you know what happens to disobedient slaves?” He asks, his tone and expression menacing, but I answer him. “Get fucked till death? I see that's all you and your group of delinquents and overgrown children do all day and night.” A gasp echoes throughout the court at my bold declaration.

“I'm glad you've returned my child. Sorry I had to send you to Everton as a spy when you should have been beside me, sorry for not being a good father to you Myla.” Myla chuckled. “You don't have to apologize, father. I didn't suffer at all in Everton, thanks to foolish queen Zara. Although I feel a little bad, that I killed her baby, she's the enemy right.” King Luther laughed and nodded. “Yes Myla, she's the enemy as long as she's married to King Carl of Everton,” he retorted. “Father, I'll have to admit that queen Zara, is very beautiful and kind. It was her kindness, that I took advantage of. Her kindness killed her baby,” Myla muttered with an evil glint in her eyes.

This scene brought back old memories, but this time, our fates were different. "Now I have power, Raquel. Now I can do whatever I want with you." I raised her chin. "I can even sell you off to an old geezer as a sec slave right now." I whispered to her and her eyes suddenly widened in shock.

~ JESSE ~ As I’d listened to the King’s pompous tirade, it had become clearer and clearer to me that it was not just bad luck that I was here. The question was, would I step out of the flames of one man’s making, and straight into another? Or was this truly an opportunity for escape? “I will be your mate… if you’ll have me.” The King’s eyes narrowed. His servant’s brows rose and he raised his hands. “Oh, I don’t think you understood—”

An evil smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I don't care what power you bear La Reine, you're no longer the Princess of ICANAR but a Slave for the King of Bakarish. My Slave." TBC

LEYLA'S POV:- I squeezed my eyes shut to control my tears. I didn't want to cry in front of that bastard. "You fucking self-centered son of a bitch. You have human children to collect your fucking waste. You egoistic bastard. I swear upon the powers of the heavens, I will make you pay for every single scar on the bodies of your slaves." I roared angrily at king Omas while my eyes still closed. Just then, with my eyes shut, I saw a claw that was about to slash my breast. That fucking whore was still dreaming about fucking me. With one hand, I interviewed my fingers with his fingers. I opened my eyes and found him staring at me with a horrified look on his face.