Enslaved by The Ruthless Alpha King.

Princess Evelyn Nightshade.

I stood in my shackles, desperately trying to block out the piercing screams echoing through the entire hallway. My heart raced with fear and disbelief. I had been falsely accused of killing my sister and her mate, the alpha king himself, Kieran was promising to make me pay for a crime I didn't commit.

A guard came and pulled me with my chain, causing me to stumble forward. He didn't stop, heartlessly dragging me towards the arena where a massive crowd had gathered, all eagerly awaiting the king's pronouncement to end my life.

Cheers and jubilations filled the air as I stood in the center of the arena. Some people had the nerve to throw things at me, even in the presence of such an unjust spectacle. Alya, my wolf companion, had fallen strangely silent since my imprisonment, and I doubted she had any plans to comfort me anytime soon.

"Silence." The alpha king's voice boomed, and the crowd fell silent. I stole a quick peek at him, seated arrogantly on his throne, his gaze fixed intensely upon me. Hatred surged within me whenever I remembered that he was the reason my sister's life had been cut short. But only I knew the truth.

"Today, we are gathered here to pronounce judgment on this traitor," he spoke, his voice dripping with venom and hatred as he locked his eyes on me. "She is the reason my Queen, Elizabeth, and my unborn baby died-stabbed out of jealousy." Shocked gasps resonated throughout the arena.

Lies! I wanted to scream, but my voice failed me. All I could do was glare at him with seething hatred in my eyes.

"Kill her!" The crowd screamed, their furious chants piercing my ears.

"Behead her! Make her pay!" The cries continued, and tears streamed down my face as my body trembled. Was this to be the end of my life? I hadn't even done anything.

He raised his hand, and a chilling silence fell over the arena. "Death is too easy a punishment for the monster who killed my wife and child. She shall become a slave. My personal slave. She will do whatever I tell her to do, and when the time is right, she will become my breeder and bear my children," he proclaimed.

Surprised gasps and murmurs filled the arena, and my gaze remained fixed on the king. Alpha Keiran, what wicked plans do you have in store for me? Slowly, the crowd began to accept his judgment, and jubilant shouts filled the air once more. "All hail the king! All hail the king!" they chanted, while some reveled in my misfortune, jeering at me.

"Prepare her and bring her to my chamber tonight. Her punishment starts now," he commanded, rising from his throne and walking away, casting a glance filled with malevolence in my direction.

Fear gripped my heart, and my palms grew clammy with sweat. I had no inkling of what he intended to do to me, but if the rumors about his ruthlessness were true, my life was irrevocably ruined. By the end of it all, I would know that death would have been the more merciful option.

Evelyn

After the alpha king's pronouncement, I was dragged out of the arena and into one of the many rooms in the palace. Maids trooped in, all set to get me ready for the first night with the King. My body, already dirty from weeks of staying in the palace dungeon, was scrubbed clean, and my hair was washed and styled. It reminded me of the time when I was still a werewolf princess, and all my needs were attended to. That wouldn't be the case anymore, as I had been reduced to a slave. Tears stang my eyes but I blinked them back, willing myself to be strong.

Once they were satisfied with their care, they dressed me in a see-through dress that clung to my skin like a second skin, exposing all my curves. Finally, they draped a robe over me and applied several scents of fragrance oil to my body.

"All done. Take her to the alpha king!" the oldest of the group instructed, clapping her hands. The rest of the maids nodded and began to lead me out of the room. With my heart pounding inside my chest and dread crawling up my body, I followed them to the royal quarters where the king's chambers were located.

We reached the door, and one of the maids knocked. "She is ready, Alpha King," she announced, her voice loud and echoing in the hallways, filling me with dread.

"Let her in," came the deep voice of the king, and my heart skipped several beats. The maids gestured for me to come forward, not an ounce of pity on their faces, as they opened the huge gold doors and pushed me inside before slamming it behind me. I immediately turned to the doorknob, trying to push it open, but it wouldn't budge. Realizing my fate, I turned back to the king's chambers, my eyes seeking out my tormentor.

He was nowhere in sight, which made me even more terrified. Although his chambers were beautiful, they didn't favor my sense of exploration as I stood there and waited for my fate to befall me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he stepped out of the shadows, and the aura in the room changed. I bit back a whimper, my wolf trembling inside me.

With cold, calculated yet measured steps, he began to approach, the air filled with his expensive cologne. He was tall and huge, carrying a dominating aura that would cause even the strongest alpha to cower in front of him. Still, I stood my ground, my legs trembling as I did so. He stood directly in front of me, tilting my face to look at him. Despite my anger and hatred for him, I couldn't help but feel the fear that filled me to the brim.

"You," he called out, his voice filled with venom. I let my gaze meet his eyes, and what I saw surprised me. Two pairs of different colored orbs stared back at me, all filled with loathing. "What are you supposed to address me as?" he asked, his head tilting to the side.

Trembling furiously, I stammered, "M-my king?" I said.

Smack. His hand made contact with my face, causing me to stumble and my ears to ring. Tears immediately filled my eyes, and I tasted the metallic tang of blood in my mouth.

"Don't you ever call me that!" he threatened me. "What are you supposed to address me as?" he yelled again, his voice thundering.

"My master," I finally croaked out, tears streaming down my face like rain.

"Do you know why you're here?" he asked me, and I gritted my teeth in anger.

"Yes, because you accused me of killing my sister when it was really your fault," I spat at him.

I expected him to hit me again, but he just chuckled, the sound sending chills down my spine. I didn't dare look at him, afraid of what I would see if I stared into his eyes.

"You still have the nerve to talk back to me after what you did?" he asked, laughing sardonically. His hand reached out, catching my breast and twisting the nipple, causing me to scream in pain. "I see, I have a lot of work to do before I finally break you," he growled.

"Please, let me go!" I begged, waves of pain coursing through my body. He only squeezed harder, causing a pained whimper to escape my lips and tears to flood my eyes.

"You will not talk back to me unless I allow you to speak," he said, squeezing even harder. "Do you understand?"

"Yes! Yes, I do. Please, just let me go," I pleaded, hoping for a moment of mercy. He released my nipple, and I resisted the urge to collapse in pain. Taking a step back, he watched me cry, his face filled with sick pleasure.

I snapped my head to look at him, my eyes burning with hatred. "I hate you so much. I wish you were dead," I seethed at him, watching as his eyes flickered in surprise. The anger in his eyes intensified, and he grabbed me by my hair, slamming me against the wall, effectively knocking the air out of my chest.

"You," he growled, glaring at me with hatred in his eyes as he pinned me to the wall, obstructing my airflow. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you." He gritted out.

"I'd like to see you try, Alpha," I spat at him, my voice filled with defiance.

He dropped me to the ground before lifting me up as if I weighed nothing, pinning me against his study table and spreading my legs apart. I struggled against him, but it was useless. He was much stronger than me. His weight pressed down on me, immobilizing me. Panic seized me when he leaned down to me, close to my ears.

"Oh, you'll see. And by the time I'm done with you, you'll beg for death," he growled against my ear, filling me with fear of what was to come.

*Trigger warning. Graphic scene ahead. skip if you aren't comfortable.*

Evelyn.

Spreading my legs apart, Alpha Kieran ripped the flimsy gown off my body, exposing my skin. With a firm grip on my hair and zero preparation, he worked his manhood inside me, causing me to scream. It hurts! I hurts so much! He was too big!

With a groan, he filled me to the brim, letting out a harsh breath. Without giving me anytime to adjust, he began to ram into me, causing me to yelp, the pain too much for me to handle. The table he pinnned me against added to my discomfort but not once did he relent, the sound of table rattling filling the chambers.

This is not how I imagined my first time to be like. Not anything like this. This would wreck me, I'm sure of it. I held on to the table, unable to muffle my cries as Alpha Kieran continued to thrust into me, pain taking over my senses.

His hands holding on to my waist and fingers digging into my skin, he starts to groan in pleasure, oblivious to my pain. "Damn, so good. You feel so you good, Lizzy. " He called out breathlessly and my heart breaks further, new tears filling my eyes. Even in this moment, he doesn't even recognize the woman beneath him.

His thrusts become rougher still but he soon finds his release and pulled away from me, but not before filling me with his seed. I let out a muffled sob, my legs trembling beneath me.

I slumped to the ground, heavy tears leaving my eyes as pain and disgust wracked through my entire body. Alpha keiran just stood there, an impassive look on his face. Without sparing me a glance, he turned and started to leave the place. "I must not see you here when I return." He ordered me, his voice cold and biting. I don't reply, still crying my eyes out. He leaves me alone and try to stand up to my feet but it doesn't work out because I'm still hurting down there. I make to look and see blood and his release tricking down my thighs. The sight just feels me disgust and I want to kill myself.

Eventually, I gathered enough resolve to stand up on my feet, limping out of his chambers and into the crib that had been designated for me. When I arrived, I immediately found some water and a clean cloth to clean myself, hoping to rid my body of his touch even as tears streamed down my face. In just a matter of weeks, my life had gone from splendid to horrific.

I didn't know which pain was greater: the physical pain coursing through my body or the emotional pain that consumed my heart. What he had done hurt, but the ache in my heart was the greatest, for this was my life now.

Eventually, I grew tired of crying and sat there quietly, rocking myself back and forth. A knock came on my crib, and an older woman walked in, carrying a bowl filled with strange-smelling herbs. She thrust it toward me. "Here, drink," she ordered.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"It's herbs to prevent you from getting pregnant," she told me.

"Why? Doesn't the Alpha want me to carry his child?"

"That is until he orders it. Until then, you're prevented from carrying one. Doing so now will only attract a death penalty on your head."

Hearing that, I immediately took the strange concoction and drank it. If I could, I would prevent myself from bearing that man's child or even end my own life. He still had to pay for being the reason my sister died.

"By tomorrow, you'll be joining the maids to wash clothes and plates. Once you've done that all morning, you're expected to work in the mines, gathering valuable minerals for the kingdom. And then in the evening, you'll have yourself cleaned and go to the Alpha King's chambers at night," she announced.

"That's what I'll be doing?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes, and you better make sure you're doing it correctly. If the Alpha King receives a report that you're not doing your jobs properly, you will be severely punished. Have a good night," she said and stepped out of the crib, leaving me speechless. After what I had gone through today, he was going to make me resume my slave duties tomorrow? I laughed bitterly even as tears filled my eyes. He should have just killed me.

I didn't know how long I sat there before exhaustion took hold of me, and I fell asleep, only to be plagued by nightmares of my not-so-distant future. I woke up the next morning, my heart racing and fear gripping me. I tried to stand up, but the pain from last night's encounter still lingered. Tears filled my eyes, but I blinked them back, refusing to cry.

After a few attempts, I managed to stand on my feet and clean myself off. I was barely done when the door was pushed open, and a maid walked in, her face filled with disdain.

"About time you woke up," she snapped at me. "Get out of here and start working," she said before I could reply and stepped out of the room, leaving me to limp after her.

We finally reached the maids' quarters, where I was met with dozens of maids busy washing clothes and tending to other tasks. The maid who had summoned me handed me a bucket and pointed to a heap of clothes in the corner.

"Start by fetching water from the well and wash all of those clothes. Remember, you must be done before midday, or you will be punished," she informed me before leaving me to my devices.

I stared at the bucket in my hands and at the pile of clothes I was supposed to wash. An incredulous laugh escaped my lips. Me, Princess Evelyn, who had never washed a napkin in her life, was now expected to wash this enormous pile of clothes. The hatred I felt for Alpha King Kieran grew a thousandfold.

One of these days, I would make him pay.