The Alpha King's Enslaved Princess
His aura was darker than Black and bolder than coal.
"What's your name? Slave?"
"Cassandra Reges and I ain't a Slave. I am the Princess of Reges," I felt slightly offended by that word.
He brushed my lips softly.
"But, there is no Kingdom now, so you aren't a princess anymore, dear," his voice was slow and convincing, enough to make me agree even in a fraction of a moment.
"There is a Kingdom. The Reges Kingdom, until I am alive," I challenged him.
"How old are you?"