The Alpha’s Slave

BRIANNA’S POV

“You look so beautiful,” his vibrant eyes ravaged me, and assessed me, almost undressing me.

Those were Hermes’s words the first day he met me at the local store. That fateful day, I blushed till my cheeks ached and my face reddened to the colour of blood.

I shrugged it off as I nervously stood, pretending like I didn’t hear him. When an Alpha king calls his slave beautiful, then there is a hidden agenda. What were his plans? Why was he taking me to this party? Even though his wife wasn’t around like the maid assumed, he could surely go alone.

“I have prepared her as you told me to, my lord,” the maid lowered to a respectful bow.

“Thank you,” Sebastian said as his gaze returned to me and I flickered mine away to avoid meeting his. “You did a great job.”

The maid smiled as she made her way to the door. That was the first time I was seeing her smile. But I could easily tell it was unnatural and hard for her.

Sebastian strutted to me, his gait majestic, graceful and proud like a peacock. Even though I was exasperated with the whole idea of the cocktail dinner, I couldn’t help but notice his suit.

It was a bold and eye-catching ensemble. His lean, sinewy fitted perfectly into it and he finished it with a black silk bow tie and black leather designer shoes.

But why did he have to wear the same shade of red as I did? We were looking like a couple celebrating their wedding anniversary. That thought alone was knotting the intestines in my stomach and I wished something will happen so I won’t have to go.

“Let’s get going then,” a childish smile graced his lips as he lent out his elbow for me to hold onto.

“I’m okay on my own, my king,” I didn’t want to decline for fear of what his reaction might be but it escaped involuntarily from my mouth.

His eyes lingered on me, his elbow still in the air. Was he angry? I couldn’t tell. But I hoped he wasn’t. Hermes used to blaze like hell when he was angry. Sebastian didn’t look like the type that got angry easily. But looks can be deceiving. I fell for it once and I swear I’ll never fall for it again.

“No need for the formality,” that smile was still fresh on his appealing face. I still couldn’t tell if he was angry with what I did. “Call me Sebastian. Now, hold on to my elbow. Don’t leave King Sebastian hanging. Time is going,” that came out as a gentle command.

I was almost trembling. Left with no other choice, I reluctantly placed my hand on his and held on to it.

“You’re so nervous,” he teased. “Don’t worry. I promise not to bite.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

As we walked down, I kept my eyes wide open like prey on the lookout for a predator that looked like Catherine. Only the heavens know what she’ll do to me when she sees me dressed like this with my hands wrapped around the arms of her husband.

We walked to the door and there was still no sign of her. Maybe the maid was right about her not being around. Thank goodness.

The night air seemed to match my feelings, heavy as if it carried the weight of unspoken fears. His creamy black SUV was parked just before us, almost camouflaging with the darkness.

His guards opened the door as we approached. Gently, with his other hand, he held out my fingers and guarded me in the SUV before entering. That was a kind gesture but wasn’t it considered abominable since I was his slave?

***

On reaching the location and stepping inside, my blood congealed into blobs. This wasn’t a cocktail dinner party like Sebastian said, but a royal couples night out.

The grand hall was filled with Alpha kings from across the werewolf kingdoms and their Lunas mingling and sipping cocktails.

Every couple had a unique match of colour to identify and single themselves out. No wonder Sebastian had us donning red. But…but I wasn’t of royal blood. I wasn’t his Luna. I was just a slave but why did he bring me?

I turned to look at him. “Sebastian,” I called out, my voice calm like the gentle waves of a deserted beach. It was my first time calling him that and it felt like a heavy load was pushed out from my throat. “This…This is a royal couples’ party. I’m no royal. I’m not your Luna. I’m just a slave you bought yesterday. Why did you bring me here?”

His gaze softened as he looked at me then he shrugged. “The invitation card said it was a cocktail dinner—”

“Sebastian Stan!” A voice cut him off and his attention was shifted.

On seeing someone flinging his hand at the main bar, he patted my shoulders. “I’ll be back. Let me see someone. Take a drink or two from the waiter,” his voice faded as he ventured further.

I felt a tightening in my chest as I settled myself in a secluded corner, trying to seek solace from the overwhelming atmosphere. Something inside of me urged me to leave. But I didn’t know anywhere around this kingdom, I just arrived yesterday and his driver won’t drive me without him.

A waiter passed and offered me a drink. As I took out a glass, I noticed he looked at me in a way that suggested I didn’t belong here and sadly, he was right.

He was an Omega like me and must have perceived my scent. Across all kingdoms, one could easily differentiate between a high and low-rank wolf by their scent.

If the scent was intense and alluring then it’s a high-rank wolf but if the scent was subdued and barely noticeable, it’s a low-rank wolf.

As I was sipping my cocktail, my eyes wandered across the hall, observing the extravagant displays of wealth and power when suddenly a rough hand grasped my left elbow from behind.

Irritatingly, I turned to see a familiar face. He was one of the Alpha kings from the auction yesterday. The second bidder who smirked at me lustfully.

“I remember you,” he narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re the pretty slave I almost bought yesterday at the auction.”

“Let go of me,” I struggled but his grip was firm.

“This is my royal cocktail party. And I don’t remember inviting slaves. You are no good here. You should be rotting in a cage or warming the bed for Sebastian.”

“You’re hurting me,” tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to free myself but he was relentless. He pulled me forward to him and I lost balance. The cocktail I was holding spilt on my gown and fell, breaking to a thousand pieces on the floor. The shattering sound drew the crowd’s attention.