Once A Princess, Now A Slave

5- Beg, Princess

A.N: Warning +18. Some parts are not suitable for younger readers.

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Kelsie’s POV

I tried my best to stay calm as possible. Zyko and my stepmother are still talking about his achievement as the alpha of their pack (which obviously no one is interested in). I bet Denette is only forcing herself to listen to his narcissistic stories.

‘Admit it, you liked it,’ my wolf, Lycandra, suddenly pops into my head.

‘Am I denying it? Tss,’ I replied. I just realized that what happened earlier was unfair! He pushed me to the edge, only to leave me hanging!

There’s no use in denying what I felt earlier. And I know there’s nothing to be ashamed of. We just discovered that we were mates. It is normal for mates to be sexually attracted to their partners. I am positive that what we felt earlier is because of the mate bond, and not because we liked each other. I mean, we were leaving in the same pack for almost two decades, yet this is the first time we felt this way towards each other.

Well, I knew it won’t last. I am planning of rejecting him. My stand on who I want to be a mate will never change. I want an Alpha, not a Beta.

I notice my stepsister craning her neck and looking at the door behind her.

I shake my head and sigh. It was never a surprise to me to know that she likes Connor. If not all, almost every girl in our pack does. And I also know that Kristine is eyeing him to be her mate when she turns 18. I wonder what will be her reaction if she’ll knows I am the mate of the man she likes.

“Where have you been?” my stepsister ask when Connor entered the dining hall, exactly a minute after I came in.

“Kitchen,” he answered. My eyes drop to his steak. He still hasn’t finished eating it yet.

Tss. He is wasting precious meat. It tastes a hundred times better when hot and newly cooked.

Now that I mentioned it, I just realized why I am very enthusiastic about our food. It is because of the mate bond. I am not usually hungry. Maybe my taste buds were heightened because my mate is here?

Mates can activate everything to their partners. Be it when it comes to their senses, taste buds, and even s****l tensions.

Connor takes the sit beside me. My back instinctively straightened when his hand slides under the table and went to my left thigh to caress them.

I turn to face him. I was about to toss his hand aside but my stepsister’s eyes are all on him. I do not want to take risks.

“What took you so long?” she asks.

“I just… wet my hand.” A smirk flashes on his lips.

I frowned. I am certain my forehead forms thin horizontal lines.

“What do you mean?” my stepsister curiously asked.

I played with my fork and an empty plate. Tss, what a lame excuse.

“I washed my hand. Some of the steak sauce dripped over my finger earlier,” he said.

His right hand is still on my thigh. Even if it is not moving, the heat from his palm is giving shivers down my spine.

Slowly, I tried to remove his hand from my thigh. However, he catches my hand and intertwined our fingers. Now, both of our hands are resting on my thigh, holding each other.

His fingers grip my hand tightly, but enough to not squeeze my bones.

“Too much cleanliness will kill you!” Zyko exclaimed and followed by waves of laughter. Denette joined him in laughing. I do not know if this Alpha is plain dumb or he’s just ignoring my stepmother’s obvious forced laugh.

“I’d rather die in cleanliness than die due to poor hygiene,” I say.

Connor fixes his seat and silently clears his throat. When I take glance at him, I notice how the small upward curve on his lips appeared in a swift second.

My stepsister looked at us alternatingly. Her wide smile slowly fades. I raise a brow at her. I shift in my seat and ignored her presence.

Connor is still holding my hand under the table. His right hand is holding my left. My right hand and his left hand are the ones visible on the table.

I do not think my stepsister or stepmother or even Zyko notices that we are holding each other’s hands. Also, if they would discover, then what? After all, we are mates.

‘Wait! Am I accepting him as my mate?!’

‘Yes, you do,’ Lycandra answered my subconscious thought.

‘I’m not talking to you.’

‘But I can hear them.’

‘Then ignore them.’

I waited for her to reply. Good thing she did not.

I look at everyone’s plate. All of them are already done eating aside from Connor. He still has less than half of his steak.

I pouted. Since I have nothing to do here, and my stepmother and Zyko are still not done talking, I reach for my fork and played with my empty plate.

Suddenly, Connor withdraws his hand from me. I aggressively turn my head to him.

I am just getting comfortable and he is now ruining it. Why is he so good at stopping everything that would satisfy me? Ugh!

I slump my back on the chair, annoyed by what he is doing.

Connor reaches for his fork and pierced it into his meat. I watch as he put his steak on my plate.

“You can have it. I’m full.”

My eyes blinked at him, surprised at what he did.

‘Lycandra told Shadow that you’re still hungry.’

My eyes widen. I know wolves can do mind-link, but as far as I remember, you can only mind-link with your mate!

‘Shadow is my wolf’s name,’ he added.

‘How can you mind-link with me?’ I am staring at him while he is looking at nowhere, acting as if we aren’t talking with our minds.

‘We’re mates,’ he answered. I can imagine him shrugging his shoulder at his tone.

“Eat it. I know you’re still hungry,” he said.

It took me a couple of seconds before realizing that he did not use mind linking to talk to me.

I lift my head and roam my eyes to the people at the table. They are all eyeing us.

My stepmother and stepsister are obviously not happy with what is happening. On the other hand, Zyko looked at us, confused.

I ignore all of them and focused on my steak. I pierced my fork into the meat and sliced it. I then took a bite.

I want to do a happy dance after tasting the meat. It melts in my mouth! For real, I never enjoyed meat as this ever in my 18 years of existence.

“I have no idea you eat well…” Zyko eyed me from head to toe and back to my face. “It isn’t visible in your figure. I thought you’re the stereotypical she-wolves who is scared to get some muscles even if they know they need it as a wolf!”

I almost roll my eyes at what he said, but the fact that he notice the steak and not Connor’s gesture to me is an advantage. No more interrogation.

I do not care if my stepmother and sister were curious. The hell with them. I have no plans of telling anyone that Connor is my mate.

I am enjoying eating my steak when suddenly, Connor’s hand crawled up to my inner thigh.

I stopped chewing my food and look at him. When I realize I am looking longer than I should be, I avoided my gaze and dropped my eyes to my plate.

His hand crawled a little upward near my womanhood. I instinctively closed my legs.

‘What the hell are you doing?!’ I have no idea how to do mind-linking, but I guess it comes with our natural instinct. I just imagined his face and talked with my mind.

‘Continuing what we were doing in the kitchen? I heard you were annoyed when I stopped.’ I can sense the smirk on his face.

His fingers rest right on top of my cave. I am wearing black fitted leather jeans yet, I can still clearly feel his fingers on mine.

I bite my lower lip, trying to stop myself from whimpering when he started stroking me up and down. His forefinger and middle finger put pressure on my cl*t.

I silently moan in disguise of clearing my throat.

Gish! I can already feel my body heating up. His fingers are not moving, but the friction and the pressure it is giving into my love bud is enough to make me wet in my seat.

I reach for the glass of water on the table to take a sip.

“Careful of the water. You might get wet,” he said in a meaningful tone. His infamous ghost of a smile can be sensed on his face.

In my peripheral vision, I can see my stepsister on her furrowed brows, watching us in her seat.

My forehead crumples as I drink my water slowly. I am not actually drinking. I am just swallowing my soft whimpers in disguise for drinking water.

I shut my eyes tightly when his finger crawled up and found the buttons of my jeans. It did not take him a second to unbutton my pants and pulled my zipper down. I almost choke down on the water when he inserted his hand on my pants and cupped my cave.

‘Oh, Lord…’

I put down the glass harshly so that the remaining water in the cup spilled. I did not intend to, but his fingers playing with my thing down isn’t helping to keep me in control.

“Kelsie, be careful!” my stepmother says.

I couldn’t even open my mouth to speak because If I do, a moan will escape.

Connor pushed my panties aside. I almost lost myself when his warm fingers found their way to my cl*t. He did not waste time and inserted a finger into my hole.

His finger slid smoothly due to my wetness. I am certain that my cheeks are now red due to embarrassment.

I am soaking wet! And he’s here, acting innocent as if he’s not doing something to me under the table. His visible left hand on the table is tapping languidly, while the finger on his right hand is moving in and out of my womanhood.

‘F*ck!’ How could he be so calm while I am slowly losing my sanity here?!

I reach for my fork and pierce the remaining meat I have. I shove it all into my mouth.

Connor added another finger. I almost swallow the whole meat when his fingers expertly move down there.

Connor turns his upper body to face me. One side of his lips stretches up to his ears. It’s unfair how composed he is while here I am, struggling to keep my collectedness.

“Is it good?” he asks.

“W-What?” I replied. His fingers moved faster than earlier. I do not know how he can move that fast without being noticed.

“Do you like it?” He as in a teasing tone.

I lowered my head and shut my eyes tightly. I can feel myself nearing. My muscles contracted and tightens around his fingers when out of nowhere, he pulled them completely off me. His hand is still on my thigh, occasionally teasing my folds.

“I’m asking you… do you like it? The steak?” Connor asked innocently. He even tilts his head so I am the only one who can see his smirking.

I lift my head and let out a harsh breath. I arch my back, searching for the presence of his fingers in my cave.

“H-Huh?” is all I can say. His words cannot register in my brain. I cannot

“Maybe the princess doesn’t like the leftover meat you gave?” Zyko intervened using his insulting voice.

Connor’s grin grew wider. I felt his hand crawl back to my womanhood. This time, he did not insert a finger but played with my cl*t instead. He put pressure on my cave and move his finger in a circular motion.

‘Oh, lord…’

‘Answer him. Do you like it, or not?’ he asks in my brain. He shrugs his shoulder. “I do not know. You don’t like it, princess?”

“I-I like it. I m-mean, the s-steak. I l-love it!” I tried to sound enthusiastic while Connor’s finger is teasing my hole. He is inserting the head of his finger without delving in completely, leaving me at the edge and asking for more.

I act as if I’m massaging my temples to cover my face. He’s driving me insane. All I want is to reach ‘that’ something that I am not even sure what.

‘P-Please, make m-me c-come…’ I say in my mind. I never imagined myself being in this kind of situation, pleading with a guy to do it at the dining table.

‘You want it?’ he rhetorically asked.

‘Y-yes…’ I shamelessly answered.

‘Then beg, princess.’

“F*ck!” I say out loud, surprising the people on the table aside from the guy beside me who only chuckled.

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Unedited. English is not my first language. My apologies for the grammar, sentence construction, and wrong spelling.

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Once A Princess, Now A Slave

By: Joanne Cristel

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