Alpha King's sex Slave novel Chapter 4

It won’t continue for long.

(PRESENT)

“No! No! Let’s save them.” I jolted from sleep drenched in sweat and realised I was in captivity. My gaze wandered around the empty cell.

It was midday as I dragged my feet lazily and rested my back on the wall. It has been two weeks since the day I was sent here and I’ve been losing my mind.

I knew the end of the day by the darkness and the birth of a new day by the chirpings of the birds and lighting that streaked through the small bar window.

Most nights I cried and most mornings it was a new day to continue my afflictions.

The guards from time to time sent in gourds of water and stale bread which I hungrily nibbled on them without a choice but still, I wondered why I haven’t died from the hunger that panged my empty stomach.

Where did all this begin? I was happy and filled with relief that we were far away from the Kingdom of Arni and when news got to my hearing of the demise of the previous Alpha I was filled with joy. It was unlike my character to be happy for one’s misfortune but this wasn’t a misfortune it was our freedom.

But unbeknownst to me the Alpha’s son was as deadly and more passionate in crippling and destroying my kind. He sought us everywhere we went and now he finally caught up.

My fingers poked my ankle and a slight whimper escaped my chapped lips in a painful moan. My ankle has gotten worse due to the absence of medicines to aid in healing.

My throat was extremely dry as my fingers rubbed my throat softly and moved towards my hair and I felt the brittle wispy strands. It has been smudged from sleeping on it from the lack of pillows. Most nights I shivered when the rains fell far into the night and the cold came calling and most days the sun was so high and harsh that it had sweat dripping into my dirty clothes.

I stank badly and needed a thorough wash to clean up the dirt that has stuck to me like a second skin morning after morning waiting on the day death would come knocking.

Thoughts of Alpha Hades Infiltrated my mind. Why was he keeping me alive? He hates me and my kind so what’s stopping him from executing me an order the Alphas of the past would have carried out without much hassle?

My thoughts were put to a halt when I heard the clinking sound of the keys. It wasn’t time for my water yet. I had water twice daily, one in the morning and once at night, and now it was mid-day. Was I getting executed? The thought of that had fear coursing through my veins and I bit hard on my bottom lip so hard that a bittersweet metallic taste coated my tongue.

The cell door was pushed open and the soldier who captured me came into view. “Come with me.”

“I can’t walk, my legs are bad.” I pointed at my swollen ankle which had turned pink and infected.

His tensed shoulders relaxed and he let out a few cursings under his breath and walked over to me and next I was flung over his shoulders. “You stink.” He snarled.

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