The Alpha Kings Slave Novels & Stories

Kain and Darius dropped to their knees at my feet, eyes locked on my exposed sex with raw hunger. “Goddess…” Kain breathed, voice thick. “May we please you here? In front of the empty thrones where we once ruled alone?” I leaned back, trying to keep my composed mask even as my cheeks burned. “You may. But only if you beg properly. Tell your pack’s throne who owns you now.” Darius pressed his face against my inner thigh, kissing and licking upward. “You own us, gooddess Raya. These cocks, these tongues, these asses — they belong to you. We’re your filthy alpha slaves. Please let us fuck you senseless on our own throne.”

She pushes me away, ordering a warrior to bring in a slave to eat the meal. The slave enjoying the meal as I stand, confusion washing over me. I can’t tell what is going on as I find myself struggling to understand. The slave suddenly pauses, clutching his chest, blood sprinting out his mouth as he collapses to the floor, dead. Alpha Kryptos roars, sprinting up from his position, his angry eyes pierce through my soul causing my heart to run to my throat in fear. Pointing at me, “Seize her!” He orders the warriors in anger, and they turn in my direction.

His Beta, August Saffron, sat opposite, his lean form relaxed but alert, one hand resting near the hilt of his dagger as he surveyed the room with a wolf’s cunning. A serving wench slammed two tankards of frothing mead and a tray of steaming boar stew and crusty bread onto the table, muttering an apology as she nearly spilled the ale in her haste to flee Winter’s icy stare. The Alpha’s purpose was singular: to procure a new slave for his mate, a task beneath his station but necessary to sate the court’s whispers. The slave master—a wiry man with a whip coiled at his hip—cracked his whip against the floor, silencing the rowdy crowd.

How these ones had gotten to know about that was a wonder to my soul, but I wouldn't deny that it hurt me so bad to be the centre of the conversation between slaves. While I stood with my face lowered to the ground in shame, I could hear footsteps approaching me, and feel the presence of another imposing figure before me. The light had vanished, and there was this pleasant smell that filled my nostrils and caused me to look upwards, to the imposing sight of the Alpha king himself. "Hmm! Quite fascinating." He started off as he looked down at me before he continued. "You must be the new slave" he said in a low voice, his hands folded and fingers caressing the beard on his face.

“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?

“In the auction, I was told they also buy slaves for breeding. Does the Alpha king have children aside from Alpha Ryker?” “No. He kills them before they are even born. Unlike most Alphas or slave owners, he is particular about who gives birth to his seed. He has acquired enough slaves from wars, so he doesn't need any slaves other than for pleasure, and when he's done, he tosses them to the side. My eyes widened and my whole body froze, rigid, before I stumbled backward, my hands flew to my lips to stifle a scream that wouldn't come. This wasn't true. Doom didn't tell me so.

To end her miserable life. And still, she lives. Still, she survives. Then footsteps rush down the hall. Too fast. Too loud. My door flies open. “My Queen!” I look up slowly. “How dare you barge into my room like a lunatic, Clara?” Chief maid Clara freezes under my stare. She swallows hard. “Forgive me… I… I have news.” “Speak.” “The Alpha King,” she says. “He was in the slave yard this morning. He stayed for hours.”

I whimpered at him, tears rolling down my cheeks. The late Queen did nothing to me but I found myself hating her at that moment and the hatred intensified when Alpha King Xalen responded without emotions, “I’ll never be your mate. I’m your master and you are my slave and as your master, I forbid you from killing yourself.” Just like that, he seized my right to die without his permission. He took everything from me and I was left with nothing but a title– The Alpha King’s Hated Slave. Before he threw me out of his office that day, he laid many commands on me and my wolf– commands that neither of us could break free from.

Sora was the one who gave Loid's hand a gentle squeeze as they were able to see the face of their victory. “My king, the Prime Minister's involvement created a fuss. Everyone who wanted to raise the question, was shushed saying you were aware of the whole situation. That's why the palace has slaves, more than omegas.” Gamma Eric informed Alpha King in a low and guilty tone. “You and I have a lot to discuss, Gamma. Find every single slave that's been abducted from any of the packs and return them to their packs. Those who have been forced to please men and are forcefully impregnated, and those who have these children who have been forced upon them, their fathers will be forced to pay the chil

Although I look common, I like beautiful things like all other creatures in this world. It is Cody's turn to speak. “As you all know, I am Cody Stark. I will be the new alpha and king. Today, I will choose my slave and keep her until I find my mate. I am going to come around and inspect every one of you. But if any of you there is to look at me in the eye, I will kill you.” His voice is beautiful, but his words are cruel.