La Esclava Mas Odiada Del Rey Novels & Stories

He could never fall in love with that boy. Or so he had thought. The next morning he was again charmed by that smile. King Raleigh was not a clown, he was a whole circus. Who was it that had decided to not be affected by that smile? And here he was drinking the most bitter medicine just because Ives smiled at him once. What the hell?! Was he going to be a slave of that smile? NO. NO. NO. He couldn't. How could he be a good king when he himself breaks the rule of the kingdom?

Roland stopped walking when he got close to me and pushed her to the ground. Such a petite thing. I could crumple her with my hands. “Untie her,” I growled at Roland, Dugan was restless seeing her tied. “I didn’t do anything,” She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. I held her gaze and my skin prickled strangely. “I don’t know what happening...” her voice trailed off with the tears in her throat. “Who is she?” Bianca popped her head from behind me. “A slave brought to the King, she’s a wolf,” Ro replied Bianca with pure despite in his voice.

The order was poison on their tongues—punishment for men who had faithfully safeguarded the palace. “Are you abusing your power, Your Majesty?” she accused. Nerissa approached, her fury no longer veiled. “For a slave, you sacrifice loyal soldiers? In all my life, I’ve never seen the Lycan King, who rules the land of Vargravia, so utterly controlled by his slave. You are truly pathetic, Rael Arkhelen Vor’Serrax!” Her words struck true, so true I didn’t bother to refute them. I knew the truth, and I chose to carry that sin alone.

I thought I was the treasured princess of the Gallo and Moretti families. But three months pregnant, I found out my fiancé had already married my father's bastard daughter. It was all a setup, just to make my child a bastard too. "Bella, you're so lucky. Mr. Gallo and Lucas treat you like a real princess," a socialite told me, her eyes full of envy. Their gazes swept over my expensive jewelry and dress, proof of how much my father and Lucas supposedly worshipped me.

“But we've been instructed to prepare the West wing. We're expecting visitors.” Dante nodded, not caring to ask her for more detail. Then he glanced over his shoulder, staring right at me. “She's a slave. For him.” He said simply. Who does he think he's calling a slave?! I screamed mentally, but even though I wanted to deny it. It hurts to hear someone refer to me like that. “I'm not a slave.” I seethed through my teeth. Dante turned around to face me, the expression on his face turning to one of displeasure and maybe even anger.

"You are the Lycan King, Your reputation... precedes you." He releases my chin and steps back, and I can breathe again. "My reputation," he repeats, something bitter in his tone. "Yes. The Beast King. The monster, Is that what your family told you? That I am a savage who kills for pleasure?" "They told me you are powerful," I said carefully. "That you do not forgive those who cross you. That you rule with strength." "And they sent you anyway." He turns away from me, walking back toward his throne. "Wrapped in chains like a sacrifice. Tell me dear slave, Did you come willingly, Elise Ashford? Or did your father force you?"

I closed my eyes to enjoy the strong wind. When I opened my eyes, I noticed yellow and purple flowers. They dance as if they are happy. My eyes are sad staring at them because I feel their freedom while when I'm in the palace, I can't even do what I want. Everytime I want to do something, Archer has a comment. The flowers are beautiful and free to move. It’s funny that I’m jealous of them. When I stared at them for a long time, I returned my eyes to the book I was holding. This is a story about a cruel Lycan king..He wants to kill all the wolves that will block his plan, until he meets his Luna.

Christy was telling me to keep quiet but I was obviously not willing to listen to her. " Because I am in charge of you, The Lycan King won't be bothered about slaves like you " " I am not a . . . " I started to say when I stopped myself short. She doesn't know who I was before I know where I am being taken or before I have seen the old and crazy king who finds pleasure in buying and killing slaves. " I am not going anywhere with you until you show me to the Lycan King, In fact, I refuse " Of course, I refuse, how else was I to know if I am just not being taken to the back of somewhere, where I am killed and forgotten, No! my story would not end here, I have so many things to prove, in fact,

she said. “It's fine,” I said, removing her hand from my face. She smiled, her eyes moving to my bare chest, and then it slowly moved to my rod. She bites her lips as she swallows hard. What a pervert. She admires young men after fucking the King. “I owe you,” I blurted out “Most people wouldn’t risk speaking out, especially against her.” Her eyes moved back to my face. “You don't owe anything,” she smiled. “Remember we are all slaves, even after what you do, you will always be treated like a slave,” she said, her voice filled with hatred.

One of the slaves walked inside the room and burst into laughter. "What happened to this f00l?" She asked and removed the duvet from her body. "She doesn't look attractive, I wonder why his Majesty love having sèx with her" she replied. "I am very sure you mean the opposite because even a blind woman will know that Hazel is the most beautiful among the slaves, you're just jèàlóûs of her, I wonder how someone in her right senses will be jèàlóûs of Hazel, did you wish to be passing through what she passed through daily?" Liza asked and drop the bucket in her hand. "What's she passing through, why's his Majesty not treating us how she treats her, she's cursed and I really pity your life, becaus