The Alpha Kings Slave Novels & Stories

His life had been taken from him. Alpha Raven then stepped down from his throne, and stood close to me, eyeing me terribly. Then, with a loud voice, he said: “You’re right. Unlike me, you are a weakling. I was going to let your people go if you had won the fight, but for failing to do exactly as you were told, you shall be Layla’s personal slave from today. That is my proclamation,” he said.

One thing which has touched my heart is once again his love for his brothers and the fact that unlike everyone else, he didn’t want this war from the start. Kane has also told me about his family history. Stefan and Wolf are the sons of Alpha King and his true mate and wife — Athlena yet Kane and Cassius are the sons of his mistresses. Until the death of Athlena, Alpha King kept their existence a secret but when she died…their mothers came forward and exposed themselves in front of the whole world. This hurt my heart. I didn’t expect Alpha King to be such a cheater when he claimed to love his wife so much that he waged a war on the whole world for her.

"From now on, you will be a slave in the pack house until we are sure of who you are and what you're doing here. Your place is to serve, and you will behave accordingly. Is that understood?" I swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes, Alpha." "Good," he said, his voice cold. "Remember your place, Aria." With that, he turned and left the room, the door closing behind him with a finality that left me feeling confused and trapped. I sank onto the edge of the bed, my mind racing. The man who had shown such raw desire for me moments ago had now reduced me to nothing more than a slave. The reality of my situation was harsh, but I had to endure it for the sake of my unborn child.

He stopped right in front of us and said, “Welcome, ladies. My name is Rodrick Martell. I would like to congratulate you on being personally handpicked by the great Alpha King Khai, the rogue king of the East. It is tradition for the Alpha King to purchase six slaves for the consummation feast, which is hosted every year by His Majesty. Each of you possesses a finesse, a beauty, and a presence that drew the King to you. Before the feast, you will be added to the Alpha’s harem. You will be summoned every night to please His Majesty until the night of the feast, where you will be given to the Alphas in attendance.” What the actual fuck? I’m to be used as a pleasure toy until I’m sold again? Ju

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I'll just take the cab instead. He should drive you to your destination." He didn't say anything after that. I gave the driver signal to go without me while I boarded a cab to take me to the pack house. With the way things were going, it seems the alpha was suddenly growing soft for the young slave. He seemed affected but tries to hide his emotions with aggressiveness. I feel sorry for Skylar though, she has faced so much from the people around her. She was living a life she didn't deserve, forced to become what she isn't against her own will.

And as she kissed her husband after exchanging her vows, she believes strongly that the rest of her life with her new family will be just as happy and as beautiful. And indeed, her belief turned out to be true. . . . This is the Final End. The Alpha King's Hated Slave has officially ended. Love you all, Author.

The noises were gone and the voice I had heard earlier was gone too. She stood in the same position and watched me for a moment. ”I was wrong, you weren't a slave at the Lycan Pack. You had the Alpha protecting you from in the shadows, but now you are. You’re the slave of an even worse Alpha, one that doesn't care about you in the slightest, one that wants to kill your family. He will take over this pack, all of it, and after he’s down, he will kill you and throw you to the curb.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"I shall make you another one your majesty." Then something occurred to me. With the way everyone seemed to cower in fear around him and lower their heads as he passed, was he a king? I have only called him 'Your Majesty' sarcastically. "Are you the king here?" Cyrus gave me an evil side eye before he responded. "I am the Alpha of this pack. So yes, you can say I am a king." "Kings are usually old," I shrugged. "You are pretty young." "Get me another tea."

"Thank you, but I can walk on my own." Seeing that bitch, Brenda, turn down potential suitors one after the other made my blood boil. Those werewolves were also participating in the special training, and they were all of noble birth. Some of them were even next in line to become their pack's Alpha. How could such high-class werewolves lower themselves to flirt with a slave? It was disgraceful to see. But what pissed me off the most was that all of them had gotten turned down. That bitch was just a slave. How dare she refuse a future Alpha? It was ridiculous.

Guards dressed in royal blue uniforms showed up and ushered us out of the enormous room and I made a mental note to study it when I got the chance, but as we made our way further and further into the belly of the castle, I figured I would probably die before I ever saw sunlight again. I thought I was saved, but it was clear that the alpha king also kept slaves! I guess in our world it made sense, but was he so damn dishonourable that he bought them and didn’t fight for them? If this was our king, I wouldn’t want to meet him anymore. I couldn’t see myself liking a man like that! I had to be with someone better. My mate will find me some day. If I could just hold on for one more day. One day h