Chapter 2: The cold king

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~Amara~ A year after the incident with Mr. Armani, I still found myself waking up in the middle of the night with cold sweats. The memory of his rough hand coming at me and everything turning dark in a flash still haunted me. I remember how I was awoken by the sound of thunder and rain that night. I had tried my best to see past my heavy eyelids until I could barely make out the shape of metal bars in front of me. I blinked once, then twice before I had pushed my torso up from the wet floor. The little window in the wall allowed the rain to pass through and form a puddle in the room. Confused as to where I was, I stood up and looked around. I was in an enclosed room with three walls made of stone, metal bars for the fourth wall, and a single window with metal bars that prevented anyone from coming in or going out. The room was much smaller than my room at my mother's place. There was no light source in the room, but ahead of me, I noticed light spilling through the bars from a lantern that must have been placed on the ground. Going to the railing, I had searched for a way out. When I found a door, I pulled and pushed as hard as I could, but the iron gate was locked. I tried to remember how I got there, but the last thing I could recall was hurrying back home only to run into Mr. Armani on the way before being knocked out. I still remember the woman with fiery, red hair that had been tied into a braid similar to mine. It was a maid, I later realized. I was soaked, in a cage, and confused. She had helped me out, taken me to the bathroom, and cleaned me. Combed my hair. Treated me like a doll only to present me to him. His name was Lucian. He was my master. My king. I was a bit shocked when I was dressed scarcely in front of him. He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a powerful build that made him seem larger than life. His hair was a rich chestnut color, falling in gentle waves that just brushed against the nape of his neck. He often tied his hair back in a loose knot, with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead. His features were chiseled and sharp, with a strong jawline and a straight nose. His eyes were a deep, intense green, with flecks of gold that sparkled in the light. There was a hint of stubble on his jaw, adding to the rugged, masculine look that he effortlessly exuded. He had locked eyes with me and asked the maid if this was her and the maid told him yes. I had never met the Alpha king before, I had only heard of the king who lived in the ShadowClaw pack and ruled the whole of Aldridge from his throne made of diamonds. I had admired his strength, but that day I lost all respect for him. Because he had held me, he had touched me without my consent, and he had used me to his will. It was only later I found out that I had no right to choose. A slave had no choice. Yes, I was the slave sold to him. The alpha king had been looking for a woman to breed his child. Many women offered up themselves but he rejected them. My stepfather had heard of this deal and sold me off to the first buyer who came for a virgin, green-eyed girl, who would be taken to the king to be his own personal breeder. And here I was, a year after. I was standing by the window, dressed in a light-colored cotton dress that exposed my arms and shoulders. The neckline was modest, high enough to cover my collarbones but low enough to provide some ventilation in the summer heat. The dress flowed down to my ankles, swaying gently with the breeze that came in from the open window. My dark, curly hair was pulled back in a simple braid that rested over my shoulder. The sun cast a warm glow on my lightly tanned skin, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment at that moment. As I stood there, lost in thought, a sudden knock at the door broke my reverie. I turned to see a maid standing there, a look of urgency on her face. "Miss, the Alpha King requests your presence in his chambers immediately," she said, bowing her head. I hesitated for a moment, feeling somewhat self-conscious in my current attire. He had always wanted me to be dressed scantily when I appeared in front of him, making it easier for me to be breeded. "Does he want me to change?" I asked, looking down at my dress. The maid looked me up and down and then smiled reassuringly. "You look just fine like that, Miss. The Alpha King will not mind," she replied. With a deep breath, I followed the maid out of the room and towards the Alpha King's chambers, wondering what could be so urgent that he needed me right away. On a normal basis, as he did every two weeks, he would give me a chance to dress up, clean, refresh, and put on makeup. This was something all new. As I walked into his chambers I found him standing at the window. Enjoying the sunset as I was before, his back facing me and his arms crossed. He didn't tie his hair up today and they fell completely on his face. His looks were entrancing. Calling him handsome would just be an understatement. Sometimes, I could not help but imagine how our baby would look like. “You called for me, your majesty?” I asked, bringing my head down to look at the ground. “Yes, I did.” He said without turning back. “Would you like me to undress?” I asked as if I was asking for chicken and soup. It was the normal thing. When I hadn't gotten used to this, even though he never did hit me. He would change to his wolf and growl at me. The look in his eyes is enough to put me in my place. “No,” He tucked his hands into the pocket of his trousers and faced me. My breath caught in my throat as he looked straight into my eyes. For a moment there, I was tempted to think that he was starting to care about me. That he was starting to care about my welfare. That he had started to feel the bond between us. I was tempted to think that he would return these feelings that I'd nurtured for him despite my indignation. Yes, I fell in love with my master. But it wasn't something that I had control over. The nights that he had touched me, I'd enjoyed every single touch, every single stroke of his manliness inside of me. I couldn't control how I felt. Despite all of that, he hasn't failed to show me that all he ever saw me as was his breeder. Just a machine to pop his pups and give him an heir. “I will be leaving the house for three days.” He continued, “I hope you remember my rules?” “Of course. I do, my king” How could I ever forget? I should never leave my room unless summoned by him. I should never smile at the guards or any other creature that is a male. I shouldn't misbehave or even try to escape from his estate. It seems easy, doesn't it? Living in an extravagant room, getting dressed, cleaned, made beautiful by maids, no scarcity of food, always entertained by books or listening to the maids talk about what's happening in the outside world. It does seem beautiful on the inside, but it was just a pretty prison. One that cages you mentally and emotionally. I was nothing but his slave. Nothing better. And nothing hurts more than when the person doing this to me is my mate. My soulmate, given to me by the moon goddess. Every day he comes inside me, every day I feel that goddamn electricity running through my veins. His touch. His smell. Everything, I crave to truly let him put his mark on me, but he doesn't see it. He doesn't want me as an emotional support. Just a slave and that was it. He then turned to me and held my arm. His hold was a little too tight for me to handle. I tried to remove my hand from his, but his strength was greater than mine. “Remember, Amara. Remember, You are mine,” As Lucian stared into my eyes, I noticed a subtle shift in the color of his irises. The once piercing green had now transformed into a deep, mesmerizing shade of golden brown like the sun setting on a warm summer day. It was as if his wolf was coming to the surface, taking control of his body and mind. I could feel the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his dominance, and for a moment, I felt powerless under his hold. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, a potent mixture of desire and fear that left me breathless. I took a deep breath and bowed my head, saying through clenched teeth, “I understand your majesty. I know my duties.” With that, he let my hand go. “You may leave.” He said, turning back to the window. I bowed one last time and scurried out of his chambers. My wrist was still tingling from his touch. My wolf wanted to be in his arms right now. To cuddle, to feel. But that man is as cold as ice, so cold that he doesn't realize that I am his mate as I stood before him.
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