The Alpha King's Hated Slave Novels & Stories

I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Aleric's expression turned cold with an edge, his eyes glinting with a warning. "I asked a simple question, young lady. Why do you seem so lost in thought and muttering inaudible words?" He turned to the three slaves, who were still lingering in the passageway. "And as for you three, I suggest you focus on your duties rather than spreading rumors. You're not here to gossip. You're here to serve the royal Pack." The slaves bowed hastily, their faces pale with fear. "Apologies, Alpha King. We'll make sure to focus on our work."

Never in a million years could a lowly maid like myself dream of eating on the same table with the alpha. “I’m sorry, Alpha but I can’t, it’s disrespectful to you.” I said, stopping in my tracks abruptly. I saw his mouth opened but he only drew in a frustrated breath before staring at me angrily. “I can’t be on the same table with you, I’m a slave, an Omega slave and you are the Alpha King of—“ “It’s not a request, it’s an order and you really need to learn to always shut up and obey.” He snapped at me, my jaw dropped and I wanted to argue but with the guards eyes on me, I couldn’t bring myself to utter a word as I finally had my seat.

And wasn’t sure if there were any more tears left for my eyes to release. “I don’t know much about the slave auction,” she said. “But the little I know is that once you’re bought, you’re forever bound to your master till death. And if you try to escape you’ll be punished and the Alpha king stripped of his position.” Hearing that made my spirit sink lower, the tears I was fighting hard to contain now seeping out. Slowly, I turned my back against the bar and slumped down in despair. Why would the Alpha Kings make such a shitty rule? Why did they even begin the Omega slave auction in the first place? I cursed the day I followed Hermes to his castle. If only I had known… all these won’t be happe

“She will be. She isn’t ungrateful, unlike the humans.” “You two are so much in love!” she said with a jealous pang. “We are… She is going to be my wife and she is my mate.” He crossed his hands across his chest. “Also stop asking foolish questions to me. No one in my kingdom questions their king and you are—” “A slave!” she completed his sentence brazenly. “I know, I know. You don’t have to remind me time and again.”

The others could blend in with the crowd because it was only during their transformations that the color of their eyes depending on their rank was revealed. But pure-blood Alphas had red eyes and unimaginable strength. They were uncommon, dangerous, and uncontrollable. Killing machines... If I can put it that way. I took a deep breath as a memory came back to me. Denver. Slave # 345. He was a pure-blooded Alpha... His red eyes were intriguing, both handsome and observant. So fascinating that I was afraid they were going to burn me... Other more personal memories surfaced... I closed my eyes, refusing to think about them...

The Alpha. “What’s going on here?” he asked coldly. “She refuses to join the slaves, Alpha,” Cain explained. “She’s demanding a death sentence.” “Oh, she’ll get one,” the Alpha replied indifferently, his words chilling me to the core. “But not today.” He stepped closer, addressing me directly. “Hello, princess. They say you’re causing trouble.” “I won’t talk to a coward hiding behind a mask!” I spat. Surprisingly, he chuckled. “There’s no need for more punishment. I’ll handle her myself. Bring her.”

Serena heard one of the Alpha's say the other one nodding his head in agreement. "Yes indeed. I suppose the king has all the best cooks in the whole of LA." The other Alpha said, this one is not too huge and not too small either. His hair was tinted, it was a mixture of red and black. He was the younger of the three. The first Alpha who spoke up looked towards her direction. "Come here. She doesn't look like a servant, my Lord." He said "She is not one." The Alpha King said. "Oh..she must be his slave then." The younger of the Alphas chipped in again, standing up as his eyes ran through Serena's frame as she came closer to them.

The alpha king did not answer her; no, he took the herbs from Clark and proceeded to the cabinet where he placed them. "King Zion..." she called. "Why is the slave here?" she repeated, spitting the word "slave" like dirt. "Do the business I call you here for," the alpha king stated flatly. "Or get out." "Apologies, my lord," she said, lowering her voice, but the side-eye she directed at me was anything but subtle. She slid off the desk and knelt before him, while I remained rooted by the door that Clark had closed. I watched with my core still throbbing as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. I couldn't tear my gaze away from his shaft when she released it.

I thought the pain from rejection would have been a lot worse, but it wasn't as bad as everyone said it would be. The Caputo kingdom. The kingdom in which I will be living, The Alpha King, has set rules that have to be followed the punishment if those rules are disobeyed? Death. No, exceptions. The rumors spread about how The Alpha King hates women. So he forces all the unmated she-wolves into slavery; if you don't find your mate by seventeen, the Alpha king decides your fate. Rumors also spread about how ruthless, cruel, and unable to love. I hope he has mercy on me.

If it was her, then he would have to take her life with his own claws. " Little one, I'm sorry I have to finish what I already started with your parents." He slipped his claws out of their places. They were ready to slash the throat of the little girl when one of his subordinates spoke in defense of the girl. " Your majesty, the alpha king." A guard said. " The little one might not be the person you think she is. " The alpha king paused his thoughts and turned. " What do you mean to say?" " She was captured as a slave about one year ago. "