The Alpha King's Hated Slave Novels & Stories

“I was just telling the Lycan King here that I was going to take you as a mate, and he wanted to meet you in person.” Alpha Dale—the Lycan King—glanced at me with a look I could not translate. “You say she is a slave?” he asked with his eyes still on me. “Yes. It is how she repays our pack for taking her in many years ago.” Alpha Derrick replied. I had heard this story many times, but it still irked me. Forceful payment, you mean? Which came with punishments and whatnots?

How could a slave be from an Alpha bloodline? My wolf cried out bitterly in my mind, "You idiot! How could you reject a mate with Alpha bloodline?" "Rising Moon Pack already has a new Alpha. This girl is just a lowly slave now. She doesn't deserve to be my Luna at all. It was right for me to reject her," I stubbornly told my wolf. But then why did I feel anger surging within me? "You are such an idiot. You're lamenting now, right?" My wolf was taunted.

Serena broke our embrace and wiped our tears dry. She listened for hours with tears rolling down her cheeks. The rougue Alpha's nostrils flared as I spoke. His face glowed red and his knuckles were white. He let out a few growls and snarls when I told him about the punishments doled out for disrepecting your superiors or insubordinance. "Who is King?" He snarled when I'd finished speaking. "Who took the place of my son and turned my people into slaves."

“I don’t care. It will not change at all.” Did they have a thing for slaves? Why did everyone I knew were either alpha or beta? “Why? Do you hate alphas? Were you rejected by an alpha?” he asked, chuckling. “Or do you hate men in general?” “None of that sort, but I do hate men who are after a woman’s pussy.” His jaw dropped once again. “You sure are someone interesting.” “Don’t get interested. I’m just a useless slave who's trying her best to live after killing her family. If that does not faze you at all, I don’t know what to do with you anymore.”

I was expecting him to order me to go on all fours. “Yes. I’m your slave, master.” Beneath my mild voice was a voice filled with hatred, rage, and contempt. He went dead silent for a few minutes before he continued. “And you know exactly what it means to belong to the Alpha, right?” “Well… I think I do.” I raised my brows in total disgust. Did he call me just to remind me that he had his name tattooed on my private parts? How ridiculous and selfish can he be! Then, he huffed. “In the laws of your father, what happens to the Alpha’s slave who flirts with other men?”

Having no compassion and being very cruel. The alpha king then turned his attention to the men who were prostrating themselves in front of us and commanded them to "bring the slaves now." And in a matter of moments, a line of naked slaves began to make their way toward us. They bowed their heads to us before doing so. In addition to this, each one of them had a chain around their necks, making them appear to be animals. The alpha king chose one of them, and then he said to his followers, "All right, let's begin the show then."

They whispered amongst themselves as they heard them to each other that evening. "I keep wondering if you all can't see what has been going on here between the Alpha and ? The Alpha has clearly lost his mind and something needs to be done about it. He no longer regards us like he used to and he spends almost the whole time everyday with the slave girl!" The second guard nodded in approbation before he gave his own insights.

“And say it like you mean it, or I’ll skin the lot of you.” We dropped to our knees in unison, foreheads pressed to the wet stone. The words were carved into every slave’s tongue the first night. “Oh hail Alpha Devil Vuk, firstborn of Lucifer and Selene, flame-crowned king of the North. May your enemies bleed. May your seed be endless. May your wrath be eternal. We are nothing. You are all.” My lips moved, but no sound came. I couldn’t breathe the words anymore. Not when every syllable tasted like damnation.

"I'm the Alpha King of the Timberwolf Pack, and I get to make the rules and regulations around here. No one tells me what to do, especially not a piece of trash rogue like you!" Tears fell from my eyes, not because of his words, but because of how he was holding my wounded arm. I was in so much pain and my blood stained my dress. "And when I ask you to strip, you strip with no questions asked, because you're not just a rogue on death call, but my slave as well!" I shook my head. "I won't strip in front of you, Alpha Kael. I have never done it before," I cried out. "And does it look like I care?" he stated, his voice turning deathly cold, devoid of an ounce of humanity. "If you don't strip th

If anyone had told me he was a big flirt and would stoop so low as to having a thing with my good for nothing cousin who is only a slave, then I wouldn't have believed them. "Where do you say they are? Take me there right away!" I shrieked in a loud voice, my anger getting a strong grip over me. I felt my strength desert me and I wanted to do nothing more than tear that bastard into a thousand pieces. Within a few seconds, I got to where they both were but instead of what I was told, I met a different sight entirely. The Alpha king was seated on a couch while the good for nothing bitch laid unconsciously on a bed. I turned towards the slave who had brought me the news.