The Alpha's Slave Mate

7. How Dare You?

Luna's POV

"What?" Ava's voice reverberates around the entire kitchen jolting me in my position as I try to maintain my cool.

I am feeling the oppressive power of these royals enveloping me once again and it is making me feel so infuriated. Why the hell can't my day just go peacefully for once without the intervention of these people?

She steps closer into the kitchen and comes to a stand in front of him. It is so evident and so obvious in her steps. I can tell she is infuriated by him. What exactly has he done to make her angry? She snaps her gaze back to me, forcing me to jolt once again as I look away quickly away from them.

"I can now see the reason why you brought her here. You want to take her as your plaything right? Do you think I didn't see what just happened now? What the hell is the meaning of that? Is that how to punish a slave? ?" She asks, and I can see daggers, fire, and brimstone enveloping his expression as he squints his eyes at her.

"My actions and involvement in this building are none of your concern, Ava. You have no right to control me and I can promise you that if you continue to behave this way towards every single thing I do, I am calling off the marriage. It's not like I wanted to get married to you in the first place."

The anger and the irritation in his voice are so loud and clear. Ava immediately softens as she steps closer to him in an attempt to take hold of his hand.

" Okay, I am so sorry. Forget I said that. I'm not going to do it again. Please forgive me, okay? Just forget I said anything like that."

He snaps his hand away from her grasp. "Don't be so stupid and so silly. You have no idea how worthless you are to me. You just keep on acting so dumb and arrogant. Now get out of my presence!!" He shouts.

But then she looks reluctant. He glares at her and within the blink of an eye, she has immediately left the kitchen. He walks briskly towards the door and shuts the door with his hand, locking it immediately.

Okay, what the hell does that mean? Why the hell is he locking the door? I think to myself as I fidget at my spot, wondering if it is a wise idea to look at him in the face right now. He looks incredibly furious and I can tell. He slowly turns around to look at me.

"You are coming with me to my bedroom. That is where I am going to finish this punishment with you." He says and I sharply look up at him with shock.

I shake my head briskly. "I am so sorry, sir, but that is not happening," I say, and he frowns at me, squinting his eyelids.

"Are you seriously refusing my order again? You have so much guts, you little girl." He says as he steps closer and closer to me.

I chuckle nervously and find myself slowly stepping back trying to avoid his presence before me. I shake my head rapidly.

"No, sir. You don't understand. Okay. I'm just I'm just trying to preserve myself. I can't just follow you to your bedroom. What would you... you are just..." I don't even know what I'm saying.

I observe him as he frowns and scrutinizes me deeply.

" You sound so stupid right now. Come with me to my bedroom if you do not want to see the other side of me."

Well, it's not that I don't understand what he means by punishing me. He is an alpha who molests his slave. Is this the reason why he instructed that every of the Royals can have a personal slave to themself? So that he can have access to me and molest me anyhow he wants.

Oh Goodness me. I shake my head rapidly with my lips trembling. I can't allow that to happen.

He chuckles and smirks. "So where is your confidence right now you little girl?" He says, looking at him, completely stunned. "to be honest, right from the very moment I saw you at the slave house. I have always had this feeling deep down within me that I need to keep you. You are intriguing, and I would love to see more of your boldness. Why don't you show me some more?" He asks as he steps closer to me.

I walk backward till my back is trapped against the wall of the kitchen. He places his hand on either side of my head keeping me bound to that spot as he brings his face closer to mine once again.

" What do you now have to say about this?"

I have to admit he smells so good. The sweet, minty scent of his aftershave wafts up through my nose, and this makes me a little bit dizzy as I struggle to recollect my senses. But he has no intention of backing off any time soon.

He stretches his hand and begins to brush his long, Smooth fingers against my cheek, then he rubs his thumb against my lip, and this makes me gasp.

"You have the softest lips I have ever felt. What do you think about me kissing?" He requests as he brings his face closer to mine.

Oh, yeah, this man is a flirt, just like I have heard about him. But, well, I do not understand. I don't know why he would choose this part of life. I guess what they say about him in the news is true.

He is the alpha that has declared That he is not going to ever have a mate and he won't be bound by any sort of soulmate thing because of some sort of prophecy that the prophetess had claimed might end his life or something.

It's so stupid and confusing, but I can't think about it. That is the reason why he's a playboy molesting any beautiful girl he can find. All because he can't have a mate.

He is an ingrate.

I can't allow myself to become one of his victims. I glare hard at him and snap my lip away from the grasp of his beautiful fingers, even though they are so tempting right now. The feeling of his fingers against my lips has triggered something within me that I can't seem to grasp and understand.

I blink rapidly and look away from him, but then he scoffs. "You silly little thing," he says and takes hold of my jaw with his very tight grasp, tilting my head to look back at him.

"You will look at your alpha when he orders you to do so, do you understand that?" His voice is laced with danger now and I know that I might be in a deep pot of soup, but goddess, I want to give him a heavy punch in the belly.

I have no intention of respecting him; he is no alpha to me, and I'm going to keep it that way. I feel the sudden urge to scream my lungs out and call him a bastard right now, but I am struggling to control myself. I might place myself in a far worse situation than I am right now.

The fool in front of me is the murderer of my parents and he expects me to be calm. He expects me to still respect him. I give him a hard glare that makes him frown slightly. He immediately lets go of my jaw and steps back slowly away from me, looking somewhat stunned.

He then shakes his head and chuckles, rubbing his fingers on his forehead. "I am still trying to grasp what is giving you this boldness. No one has ever stared at me this hard before. How dare you?"