Alpha King's sex Slave novel Chapter 4

Alpha King’s Sex Slave

Chapter Four

(NIGHTMARE)

Talitha’s POV

‘Mother!’ she was here. I missed her so much and it was not up to me lest she’ll be knitted by my side like a doll.

But it wasn’t the time yet, it was the festive season and that meant more booze, lavish parties, and fancy displays of exotic meals with women to warm the Alpha’s bed. What was she doing here when she should be there?

“Talitha my darling. I’ve missed you so much.” She pulled me into her loving embrace patting my back softly and a few minutes later after our touching mother-daughter moment she pulled away softly and pecked my cheek making a blotch of pink.

“The king will be mad if he sees you out of the Castle you have to go back in there.”

“I hate him. I hate the fact we don’t get to live our lives and we became his stupid doormats. He tells us how to live, when to eat, and…” Her eyes wander to the camp around us. We were given a separate land to live far from the others in Arni, it was our little haven, where we eat, cook, and are welcomed by our kind with no judgement or vile words.

“We are sent here to live in the slums. Where our health is threatened, our safety and our tents unable to protect us from the storms.” Mother complained bitterly. She was right it was a known fact but sincerely no one cared.

“Mother everything will be alright. We are together in this soon the gods will hear our cry and grant us our heart desires. We will dance with joy, sing and be free from judgments and kings who are full of hate and segregation.” I muttered.

Mother looked at me, blinking her long lashes. We could be mistaken for twins as I had all her amazing features, long blonde hair, long lashes, straight nose, tall and curvy body but except for the eye colors hers were grey but mine was crimson.

It was strange and rare but what I’ve been told is I was born that way and most times I used a shawl to cover my face except when I’m close to Diana or others of my kind.

Mom straightened and ruffled my hair lovingly. “No one can give me justice, not even the gods. If I want justice I take justice. I’d rather die a witch than my voice unheard and left to rot with this evil wolf hierarchy. I bloody hate them and can’t wait to thump our flags on their soil ruining their Castles while they beg for their sorry lives. They will all pay with their blood; every one of them no one will be spared.” She sneered with an evil smirk.

I didn’t feel good about her outbursts before I could say anything. She pecked my cheek and dropped a basket of fruits before rushing out of the tent disguising under an ivory shawl.

That was the last time I saw my mother. She belonged to a group of dancers that entertained the King (past Alpha) and it wasn’t just derogatory to us but an insult to the kind of witches we were but mother had no option but to work. He couldn’t be turned down unless that meant war on us.