The Slave

Chapter 18

I love you so much, that I would rather die than lose you.

Don't call me crazy.

I'm not crazy.

I'm just crazily in love with you.

But I did lose you

They took you.

I can't let them have theirs.

I'm not sorry.

Neither are they.

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"How are you even sure that that s**t is not pregnant with Lord Damons child?" With these words, Blu was sure that the bright light he could see at the end of his tonel of darkness was the pink light of hope.

"It's our child. Timi ran a DNA Test on the child." Lieon said this, with pride runnig wild like a mad man in his heart. He was a proud father, to be.

These words said by Lieon, had nocked Blu of his hinges. The pink light he thought he saw in his tonel of darkness was nothing but the ever pink light of disapointment.

"No, you can't do this to me. To us. You can't leave me for a s*x slave."

"Well that s*x slave you're talking about, is our mate. Our pregnant mate."

"Timi said that the pregnance is puting a strain on Athiss body, so he doesn't need stress. It's bad for the baby. We want to put an end to this, becuase we all know that your presence is not welcomed by Athiss. We are trying to do anything in our power to keep him stress free and the baby safe." Seth said.

"Right now as we speak, slaves are packing your thing and taking them back to your fathers house. You have one hour to leave the palace and never return unless given a royal invitation. The gourds have already been informed about this, so I'll advice you not to try anything funny."

"And there's nothing that you'll say that would change our minds, so don't argue this and just go." Seth quickly said, after Lieon was done with his littel speech.

Blu Caspen was never one not to get what he so ever wanted. He was a literal spoiled brat, he was so spoiled that if he was dead body he'll be nothing but dust. Being the only omega in a family of alphas, he was trited like money. He was so precourse to his family that he was worth more than the families heirlom, that has been in the family for donkeys of years. No one unworthy and not chosen was allowed to touch him.

Yer, he was that special.

So, since Blu always got what he ever wanted, getting the love of the Alpha Kings was not a surprise for him. Having the love of the Alpha Kings made him to feel as if he was the most happiest person in Wolf Country, but all that changed when the s*x slave called Athiss came to town.

Becausen of the way he was raised as a child, jealousy was something Blu had never felt on till the day the Alpha Kings introduced the s*x slave, their so called mate to him. To him, it was just rediculous. Of all the thing and people could ever be jealous of, it was a slave. But it was not just any slave, it was the slave mate of the two people he loved so much. His soul mates, Seth and Lieon. Athiss was the mate of the Alphas he had been in love with, ever since he finally understood the complicated contraption called love.

Or so he thought.

But still, he was jealous. He had a jealousy that was so strong, that his jealousy put all the gods that have ever felt jealousy to shame. But he was not only jealous, he was filled with so much anger, that it was a miracle he didn't just implode. The anger in his blood, was so much that it became toxic. Just a drop of his blood in the Meditarian Sea could turn it to the Sea of Death, making it strong enough to rival the mithological deadlyness of the Pool of Death.

And then he felt pain. For the second time since he was born, he felt so much pain that when he was in the safty of his room, he cried blood.

Okay, he didn't cry blood. But he did cry and it was a lot of tears.

After the alphas had dumped him for their slave, they had left him with one hour to leave the palace. Which he had, after he had gotten a littel bit of himself to walk out of the palace with his head healed high enough to touch the skys of falling grace. He knew that the news about the Alphas kicking him out of the palace had circlulated arowned the palace, but he swear never to let them see his tears.

As he cried he felt like a plugged rose flower, lying down on the ground. When the rose flower was still attached to the stem, it was beautiful. So beautiful that who ever that saw it, felt the almost irresistible itch to plug it off its innocence. And someone did plug it off its stem, of innocence. And when the person did that. The person admierd the delicate beauty in its hands, corrupting it with the dacteria on their hands like no mans business. And when they got bored of it, their hands tiered of holding on to something their eyes saw as nothing but old, used and ugly. They let go of it. Letting it fall on the ground, without blinking an eye to the roses descend to the darkest places of hell. With the rose no more on the stem of innocence nor in the hands that corrupted it, who ever that passes and see the once pure rose on the floor. The would admire it of a flitting second, as the pass it. And when their eyes are no more on it, they forget it. Their subconsciousness, terminating its existans and sending it into the world of the forgotten. Blu was nothing more or less, than the corrupted and forgotten rose flower.

Destroy me.

Treat me like I'm not human.

Treat me like I have no feelings, like a doll.

Like I can't feel pain.