The Alpha Prince's Forbidden Mate

Forced marriage

LAILA’S POV

Here I was in some strange man’s house because my father had decided that I was enough to compensate for his endless debt. This obviously wasn’t something that was new to me however the situation did feel somewhat different. My father had never dealt with rich men and as far as I was concerned rich men were twice as dangerous. Not only had he endangered his life by dealing with this rich man but he had endangered me too because now I was stuck in this mansion.

He didn’t even explain to me what he was paying for or how he owed the man but what he was willing to tell me was that this was going to be my new home and I was meant to serve my master well. After he told me that he left me standing at the entrance of the huge mansion because apparently someone was going to come and take me to my room.

Wasn’t this new master that I was supposed to be serving even interested in what he was being given? What if I was disabled, would he still accept me, or was he going to send me back to my father? Now that I thought about it, maybe it was best if I pretended to be disabled. Maybe it was best if I just acted like I had a broken leg. Maybe then he would send me back to my father and allow me to continue with my life.

“Are you the new girl?” a buff, strong-looking man asked me as he slowly walked towards me. I wasn’t sure what the answer to those questions was. Was I the new girl for what? Was this man a collector of women? Was this some kind of human trafficking thing?

”Are you the girl that Mr. Smith brought here?” he clarified, and I nodded with fear. I wondered if being brought here by my father would put me in a worse situation. I didn’t even know what answer would guarantee my safety because I didn’t know what their plans for me were.

”Okay then come with me,” he said I hesitantly got up and followed him unsure of where I was going and what my fate would be.

He led me inside the well-decorated mansion and took me to a modern-styled bedroom that was all white. Who even lived in a place like this? I couldn’t imagine what laundry day looked like here with all these white things. At least the walls were cream, not that it made any difference because the bed covers and even the bedpost was white. I felt crazy for being concerned about the décor of the house and it’s laundry day when I wasn’t even sure if I would live to see it.

“This is your new room,” he said, but as he was about to leave the room, I decided to ask him the question that had been burning in my mind.

“what exactly am I supposed to be doing here?” I asked him, and he scoffed

“what do you mean?” he asked me

“I thought I was here to be some kind of maid and I am also worried about being in this room. I am not very comfortable being here” I said and he chuckled.

”what do you think you are meant to be doing here?” he asked me “what makes you think your comfort is our first priority?” he asked me

“my father told me that I was here to serve, he told me that I was meant to work here,” I said “please don’t misunderstand me when I say I am not comfortable, what I mean is that I don’t think this room is suitable for someone who is a hired help. What if I mess the white sheets?” I asked him and he rolled his eyes. He looked like he was annoyed by our conversation but so was I. I was annoyed because I had to explain to him and make him see how inappropriate this was.

“the alpha will decide what to do with you,” he said and then walked out of the room.

Everything about this situations was weird, they were calling their boss alpha instead of boss and this mansion

I couldn’t help wondering why they were calling this man alpha, I had never met Mr. Jackson the Casino owner, but I knew that he was a very cold and harsh man. He was someone that most people chose to stay away from because he was unapproachable and strict. How did my father end up owing him money?

The only information he had given me was that he owed the man a lot of money, and he emphasized that it was the most money that he had ever won in his life. My father had received a lot of wins, and the highest was half a million dollars, so I could only imagine how much he was talking about now. I had never met Mr. Jackson so the only advice my father kept giving me was that I was to serve him well.

He also made sure to emphasize the fact that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me if I gave him any attitude but I felt like he was just saying that because he wanted me to behave myself so that I wouldn’t put him in more trouble. One thing that my father would have to know was that I had no intention of staying here, I was going to do what I had to do and get out of here.

I was going to make sure that this man didn’t like me enough to want to keep me around, the men that I had been forced to serve in the past had ill-treated me but none had ever laid their hand on me or molested me. My prayer was that Mr. Jackson would also behave in the same way. I didn’t know what I would do to myself if he ever tried anything naughty with me.

I would never forgive my father if I found myself being molested by some old disgusting man, I was just here to work and nothing more. I wasn’t here to submit to anyone’s lust, and this was something that I was going to make clear to him.

There was a light knock on the door, and before I could tell the other person to come in, the door opened, and she hesitantly walked in. She was very beautiful, she had beautiful black long hair and her makeup was done to perfection. She was very beautiful and I was jealous, I wished I looked like that. However, she didn’t look very kind and I almost felt like her being here was a good thing. Maybe I was being paranoid but the way she looked at me made me very uncomfortable.

“oh so you are the girl that they brought in?” she asked me, looking at me up and down as if she was sizing me up. I have never been made to feel so small by anyone until today.

”I have to say that you are not very bad looking.” She added as she walked around me still analyzing my every feature.

“What is your name?” she asked me, I didn’t like the way she walked in here and started walking around with her chest held high. She looked like she was the kind of woman who was overflowing with pride, and I instantly knew that I wouldn’t get along with her.

I didn’t like the fact that she was demanding to know my name. But at the same time I wondered what it was that made her feel like she had the authority to make demands of me. She must have been his girlfriend or something because I noticed she wasn’t waking any ring. I found the fact that she was possibly his girlfriend quiet amusing, why would an unverified woman in his life go around acting like she was a permanent woman in his life. A part of me told me that she was probably threatened by my presence in this place but I tried to convince myself that that was impossible. Why would a beautiful seductive woman like her feel threatened by a girl like me?

However I had to remind myself that having a smart mouth or being unpleasant wasn’t gong to do much for mw but get me in trouble. I If I had any hopes of living here peacefully, then it was best for me to try to get along with everyone. Even if that meant that I had to look past their unpleasant behaviors.

“My name is Laila,” I said, and she frowned, I knew from that moment that she was going to be unbearable no matter how nice I tried to be to her.

“What kind of a weird name is that?” she asked me, the fact that my name was not common was something that I knew. As a matter of fact I had quiet a few people make fun of me be a use of it especially after they found out how it was spelled. Some said that I thought my name was unique and different because it was spelled differently from the common Layla. However, I had never been told I had a weird name. I just felt like thus girl was trying to irritate me.

“What kind of parents would name their child that, what does it even mean?” she asked, and I was tempted to answer her and tell her my parents didn’t love me enough to want me around.

“it’s actually a very common name, it’s just that my name is spelled a little differently” I said with a nervous smile and she scoffed.

“I hope you don’t think that makes you special or better than us” she said suddenly sounding like she was warning me.

“I don’t, I am not even interested in being a part of you guys. Whatever it is that you are” I snapped and she scoffed once more

“Well, I will leave you to it then, I just came to tell you that I am the first girl that was brought here, so in a sense, I am the first wife. You should know your place as his last wife, “ she said, and I felt like I had lost touch with reality.

“you may say you don’t want to be a part of anything now but I know you will change your tune once you meet him” she added as she walked out leaving me to process all the bullshit that she just offloaded on me.

“Wife…” I wasn’t here to be a wife but a servant and I wanted to be nothing but that. I hated to admit this but what this girl just said to me made me very curious. She sounded so sure that I would change my mind once I met this man, I now wanted to meet him to know what he intended to do with me and also prove to myself that I wasn’t a weak minded as this girl tried to make me seem.

I didn’t want to be this man’s wife, I didn’t want to be his girlfriend or anything else that involved me being in his bed. I was willing and ready to settle for being his maid….anything but his s*x mate. I wished I knew what deal my father made with him but I accepted the fact that this was my new reality and there was little to nothing that I could do to escape it.