The Alpha’s Slave

BRIANNA’S POV

His fork fell and he lowered to pick it up. At that moment, I stole a glance around the room tastefully decorated with a sense of timeless beauty as evident in the ivory-coloured walls and beautiful paintings and artworks that adorned it, hoping and at the same time knowing I won’t see any recorder I suspected him to be hiding somewhere.

Sitting up, his lips spread to a warm, awkward smile as a cover-up for his clumsiness and I faked back a smile. There was something rather…different about him. The thickness of his beard gave him an intimidating aura. Yet he appeared warm, clean, gentle, almost unlike his fellows but it’s been just a few hours knowing him. I couldn’t be so sure. And I promised never to let my guard down. Not now and perhaps not ever, after replaying all I went through with Hermes in his hellhole of a castle.

He dug his fork into the dessert and swallowed a chunk. He was eating twice as fast as me, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t care. I was okay with his guards opening the car door for me, okay with him settling me in a cosy chamber but I wasn’t comfortable sitting on the same table and eating from the same plate as him with those deep-set eyes of his scanning my entire body like light rays. It just seemed inconceivable.

My uneasiness got the best of me and I made up my mind to leave. But deep down, I was praying he won’t get mad or end up doing something I’ll eventually regret.

“I’m sorry my king but I have to go,” I struggled to say, nervously pushing the chair back and standing just in time for the maid to bring the main meal.

The aroma of roasted meat and delicate spices filled my nose, making my mouth water. I haven’t had a thing to eat since the beginning of the today all thanks of Hermes.

My stomach was grumbling too. But guilt and caution immediately took over, reminding me that I wasn’t meant to here.

“Why?” His eyes speared me with an unbelievable stare as the maid dropped the meals, this time in separate dishes and I wondered if the dessert on a single plate was his idea. “The main meal is just arriving.” He pointed to the sizzling dish in front of him. The maid made sure the plates, cutleries and napkins were arranged properly before leaving.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Looking at the meal, I was tempted but I have been reminded by guilt and caution to not give in. To get as far as I can from this secluded room. From him.

“It’ss just that today have been a long day and I’m extremely tired,” My head was slightly low, my gaze avoiding his and my fidgeting fingers hiding behind my back.

“Okay then,” he shrugged a sigh. “If you insist. I guess I’ll finish the meals myself.”

I almost burst out from inside, feeling jealous but I remained stoic.

He called the maid and she came as soon as she heard.

“Yes master,” she lowered with a bow, her mouth slightly open and her eyes intent on him as though she was expecting to hear something was wrong with the food.

“Take Brianna to her chamber—”

“No, my king, I know my way back,” I lied instinctively, interrupting him as he turned to look at me, his vibrant eyes trying to find something inside me. My blood froze and I almost thought of taking a step back. Hope I didn’t offend him?

“Nonsense,” he blurted. “She will take you.”

To be honest, if I were left to return back to my chamber alone in this maze called a castle, I’ll probably get missing and it might take hours for me to find my way back.

With that been said, I followed the maid. But I could still feel his eyes on me as I headed out.

As we ascended the stairs to the hallway, something suddenly sparked in my head. I had forgotten to ask him when I was to resume my work as a maid though I wasn’t quite sure if that was his reason for buying me. But I prayed it was even though the castle seemed to be brimming with maids.

I tried tapping the shoulder of the maid in front of me to ask her, but a figure that emerged from the room a few steps away from us stopped me.

I recognized her. She was the woman in the sea-green gown. The one I believed was Sebastian’s wife or fiancée. Her shoulder-length hair appeared longer than I had seen it when I came and she was cladded in a seductive red nightwear. The fabric so thin and light I could see her pointy nipples poking out like thorns from the bodice.

At instant, she stopped us. The maid was the person that spoke. I just stood nervous like a student awaiting punishment.

“And where are you two coming from?” Her blue eyes widened a bit as she saw me. She gave me a long, thorough scrutiny as though I was a foreign creature. I wondered what she could be thinking of me.

“A dinner with the king, my Luna,” the maid answered and at once, I knew she was his wife. The Luna of the kingdom. Something I once thought I’ll be. “My king asked me to see her to her chamber.”

It was as though those words pulled a tight string in her. She darted forward to me slowly, dramatically and I resisted the urge to break from inside.

Her piercing blue eyes glared daggers at me. Her face was stern. Her eyes cold, bitter, devilish. Everything Hermes’s sister was. I couldn’t help remember the first time she punished me. That was the very day Hermes brought me into his hell hole disguised as a castle.

*****

Hermes and I returned from a tour. That was the day he found me. I was a salesgirl at my aunt’s jewellery store when he saw me and suddenly picked up interest in me. I was happy the Alpha king of my kingdom fancied a local, simple girl like me. It was every Omega girl’s dream. But it turned out to be my worst nightmare.

He took me on a tour round the kingdom, treated me like I was his Luna and showered me with gifts I never thought I’ll have in my next life. It was a promising start and I was very happy. On getting to his castle that evening, I plonked on the bed right away since I was tired from all the moving around.

The next morning, his sister who I haven’t even been introduced to stormed my room with two guards. At first, I thought it was some kind of trick for her to welcome me. But it turned out not to be.

She had the guards seize me and lock me up in a basement for two straight days. On sheer darkness, without food or water. Hermes never came to my rescue. After my release, I tried to confront her. But instead she confronted me with a slap powerful enough to tell me I have arrived at my doom. Her reason being I overslept on my first day arriving in the castle. I was beyond shocked. I couldn’t understand.

I reported to Hermes. But his attitude towards me changed all of a sudden. He just swept it under the carpet like it was nothing. That was when I sensed there was trouble in paradise.

Before his guards took me to the auction hall, Hermes said he was tired of me and needed to go find more Omega girls prettier than me. It triggered bile in my mouth to know he still out there hunting for more innocent girls.