La Esclava Mas Odiada Del Rey Novels & Stories

The sound reverberates through the chaotic hall, eliciting gasps of shock from the other hostages. “Is that any way to treat your new king, you viper?” I demand, anger dripping from my voice. “You will never be the king of Veridiana, you filthy bastard!” Isolder spits out the words with venom, and I let out a derisive laugh. I grab her face, my fingers digging into her thin cheeks with force. “Watch your tongue, woman, before you speak of filth. Your son, that tainted blood, is the worst thing that has ever happened to this kingdom!” I retort, shoving her away with contempt.

Lena says. "I told you to leave." The King said. "No. This is wrong. Why can't you see that? They didn't do anything wrong except what you've asked of them. They have done everything that you've told them to do. They aren't bad slaves. They haven't tried to escape. They haven't disobeyed your orders. They haven't done anything." Lena yelled at him. So he stood up to look at her and she looked like she had fire in her eyes. She was so angry with him right now.

His face was a mask of cold stone, but for just a second, I saw a flash of raw pain in his eyes. "Death is too easy, Elian," he said coldly. "In this palace, you will learn what it means to belong to a King who hates the very sight of you." The door slammed shut, leaving me in total darkness. I fell to the floor, the heavy iron chains dragging me down. My body was shaking so hard I could hear my teeth rattling. The heat in my blood was rising, brought on by his nearness and my lack of pills. I was a slave in a golden cage, bound to a man who looked at me with hatred. As I lay there in the dark, my body was already starting to want the very monster who had just broken my soul.

Yeah right, I’ll keep telling myself that. ***** ~ Lucien ~ I tapped my finger against the armrest of my iron throne, feeling positively impatient and thoroughly disappointed. “Where is the woman you talk about?” I didn’t really need to ask that. Their sorry faces out of their helmets were enough to tell me they screwed up. But I wonder how? My soldiers were the best in all five kingdoms. A measly woman couldn't possibly outsmart them and escape. “Your Highness, she was just here. She...” One of the soldiers spoke, but he quickly stopped when he saw my eyes turn into slits.

As he was forced to his knees, baring his neck to me, I have him my own mark. As the pack link sprang into place, and realized everyone I had come into contact with was still in a state of submission. Retracting my command over them, I sent out a link for everyone to avoid the entire floor of the Kings chambers, and only to deliver meals. I felt the shock, confusion, and anger, but no defiance, as I struggled to pull away from Eli.

You can't break what's already broken. My original plans were to destroy, break, and punish King George’s pretty daughter. I desired her. Even when I was a slave I lusted after her, we all did. She was the one person we couldn’t touch, the one person we new we’d never be ordered to fuck, she was King’s George’s daughter and all of us desired her. Slaves, kings, noble men, and peasants desire King’s George’s untouchable daughter. She is beautiful and she was forbidden. I knew I’d claim her as my slave. I was going to train her in pain thinking she knew nothing of it. I thought she was wrapped in a safe blanket. We all hated her for who’s daughter she was. We thought she was just like him. We

The words dropped with the impact of a bomb exploding in a marketplace. The crowd gasped as a collective unable to digest the fact that this mere shewolf had just gone there. Everyone knew the king’s history with the trading of slaves. He had hated it so much when he came into power, he had worked tirelessly to put an end to it once and for all. And yet here this girl was, directly challenging him and calling him the very word he hated- a slave master. Slade, the king’s fourth general, took one threatening step towards Esme. “You little chit—“ he began but Kyrios’ raised hand stopped him in his tracks.

A voice boomed through the hall and everyone immediately went quiet. Alpha King Lucian Castile rose from his throne, his amber eyes glowing with fury as his eyes landed on me, and then at Rowan. The King was everything a wolf ruler should be with his golden brown hair, perfect features and the kind of presence that made everyone want to bow, but right now his face was twisted with rage. "A human slave dares to use dark magic in my hall," He growled, each word dripping with venom as he walked toward us. "She has somehow tricked the bond and created a false connection to one of my wolves."

I told Rosalinda. “I understand my milady.” Roselinda said. “Why do you call the king master?’ I asked Roselinda. “I'm not a werewolf I'm not a subject of this land he's not my king so he's my master I work for him in return I live in his castle.” She informed me

Especially considering the fact that he has an exceptional hatred for me. As my mind drifted, Dahlia's voice pierced through my thoughts. "You know," she said in a hushed tone, "the previous personal slave was also human. The King never had any need for her other than to complete her duties." Her words sent shivers down my spine. The thought of ending up like the previous personal slave filled me with terror, and I couldn't help but ask, "Is there no way to escape my fate as the King's personal slave?" Dahlia's response was bleak. "There is no way out of this, Serafina." she sighed, her voice heavy with defeat. The sense of hopelessness that washed over me was crushing. Was I really trapped