Her Slavery His Redemption

Chapter 5

Allerik's POV

The night breeze hit me hard as I made my way out of the painful meeting, making my way to my home because, after a long time deliberating, none of the council members and the witches had found a long-lasting way to heal me from this curse!... But one thing was prominent. I could not get the slave girl off my mind. Why couldn't I read her mind?

Why did she feel so different from the rest of the slaves that I had brought into my palace? That was what brought my attention to her in the first place, in the slave house. My inability to read her mind, and I had spent more money than I had ever spent on a lowly slave. I could not just let those coc.k sucking bastards lay their hands on her soft skin.

After the last slave, I promised myself it was going to be the last. I promised myself that I was never going to allow anyone close to me anymore, despite what the witches had said. ''A slave girl would be your cure'' They had said, but it had turned out to be bullshit. None of them had been my cure, they only made me worse than they met me, they only brought the chills of every night closer to my heart.

But I had to free myself of this hate. Only then would I be able to freely and blamelessly face my son. He deserves more than an asshole of a father, who wants nothing to be reminded of the night his mother died and his father could not do a thing about it. It was pride, it was hate, it was the feeling of betrayal of his mother, my first mate, but there was nothing in the world that had prepared me for the painful expression I saw on my son's face, the look of betrayal, I had let him down. He had only been three years old.

It is more than seven years now. I thought he would eventually outgrow the pain, but the night scarred him. He has never been the same ever since.

“My King, I have prepared your dinner but it must be cold now. I thought you would be back earlier than now. I will have them warmed for you'' My maid, Ruth said, as she made her way to get me out of my coat.

The only female that had stayed more than a few years in my palace without falling into any issue with me. It was not any issue that I allowed her to live with me in my palace. It was her grandmother first, then her mother, now her. It was easier to get used to her family, she was here before she was even ten years old, being taught how exactly to please me. Making sure she understands the rules before finally allowing her to take over.

“Thank you, Ruth'' I replied. The ride home had not been any better. My Beta had called to tell me about the new company that I had wanted to acquire. We were a step too late. And that was because of one stupid file that had not been present in the list of files that we were asked to provide.

Money was never the problem. It had to do with the lack of transparency in Curtis' telecommunications. It's unfortunate, the company would have been an added advantage to Jove bird, my pack. The more power I got, the more packs I would command. Maybe then, just maybe, I will finally find my cure.

“And the girl?'' I asked, but I was particularly unsure why I wanted to know. I should not have cared about how she was doing. I had made sure she got medical attention since she arrived at my palace. She is now supposed to work according to why she was brought here. Maybe I should not long for salvation anymore. I don't need salvation now. If she can satisfy my thirst, then that will be okay.

“She must have gone to bed. I have not heard her move from her room. I read her the rules, like you had commanded, but she didn't seem to take it likely, my king. I wonder how a slave can be so bold as to challenge your words, sir'' Ruth finished, shaking her head, making her short brown hair bounce.

Maybe it was because the girl is not ordinary, I thought to myself.

“Do you want me to wake her and make her report to you, my King?'' Ruth asked, slashing into my thoughts.

“No, Ruth. You can go after you are done putting my dinner together. I will see her myself. You can go to bed now if. . . '' I paused, deliberating whether to ask her the question I was dying to hear the most. ''Has he come out of his room?'' I finally got on with it, and just as I expected , I was hit with the expression of pity.

“Don't look at me that way, Ruth. I asked you a question'' I snapped. She was doing what I hated the most. I am the most powerful king in all these lands and yet, I am being pitied. I know she doesn't mean bad and she is just worried about me. I can read her intensions to know, but everything is just too heavy for me.

“She bowed down in fear, ''I am sorry my king, I just feel everything going on to the core of my heart, it is difficult for me not to input anything. I know you miss Ethan and you want to bond with him. . .''

“You know nothing!'' I growled. I shouldn't have asked, today would not have been different from the other days where he had locked himself up in his room , or he had taken his teacher into his room, for his lectures, just because he doesn't want to talk to me, or because he just wants to avoid me as much as he could manage. .

“I am sorry my king, I should not have said that. . .'' She continued.

“You are dismissed. I will answer these questions myself''' I cut her off, before strolling painfully to my room, which happened to be joined to the slave's room with only a locked door between us, a door that only I have the key to.

I was feeling restless, I needed something to calm me down, and going for a run is not in question tonight.

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Rosie's POV

The four walls of the beautifully arranged room were beginning to piss me off. Of course, I had consciously and intentionally thought of running away from this place after hearing from Ruth, the rules that had been laid before me. But I feared for my life. The alpha king would find me, and there was a better chance of Sylvia and her minions finding me and maybe killing me this time.

I picked up the drafted contract again, stared at the almost blank paper that had ''YOU WILL ABIDE BY ALL RULES'' boldly written on it and a place to sign.

This is useless'' I murmured and threw the sheet of paper on the other side of the bed. The rules were ridiculous, even though I have no choice but to accept whatever was asked of me.

“I know you are still recovering from your pain but I still have to tell you what is asked of me. There are five short rules in total, everything will go well for you only if you abide by these rules'' She had said boldly and unfazed. I thought she liked me, I hoped she did, but her kindness had only been before I ate the food she had prepared for me. As if she was feeding me to prepare me to be fat enough for the beast to devour.

“First rule, you make sure you don't go anywhere without the king's approval or mine. . . '' Of course I would not go anywhere, there was nowhere for me to go. As far as I am concerned, I feel safer here than the Blue Bird pack. But what came next was what I had an issue with ''. . .And you must always stay by his side until he tells you otherwise'' Now, how was I supposed to keep that rule? There was no way I would stay with that cruel man all day every day. There was no way that would happen and I would not, in more ways than one, get into trouble.

“The second rule; Everything you do must have the alpha king written on it'' Ruth had said, and I didn't understand until she explained ''You must always have the thoughts of the alpha king in your mind at all times. So, whatever action you are about to take must be thought of very well. Make sure not to endanger him in any way possible'' The end part is going to be easy to keep, there is no way a girl like me would put the mighty king in danger.

“Third rule. . .'' She continued. ''. . . You are not allowed to ask personal questions from the alpha king and the rest of the workers, and don't go anywhere near the room downstairs. If you have any questions whatsoever, you can just ask me'' What was downstairs that was prohibited? Why should I not go? I began curious.

“For the fourth rule, you will attend to every duty you are called to do, either domestic or your bedroom duties. That's your main purpose for being here, isn't it?'' She added curtly. That hurt, and I don't think I want to forgive her for that ridiculous comment. Her curt remark just made my situation all too serious. Other duties don't scare me, but how was I supposed to know how to perform bedroom duties?

“Don't worry, if this is your first time, you will get used to it in no time, the other ones did.''

other ones? My wolf asked inconveniently, and that was the first time she questioned the development that night. She had been joyous about the whole arrangement , to say the least.

“The other ones?'' The question popped out before I could stop myself,

“Yes, but that's all you need to know about the matter. If there is a change, I will let you know'' She said, with a wicked smile on her face, or did I imagine it?

“And the fifth rule?'' I asked impatiently. I wanted her to get everything over with, leave me alone to brood and think everything through.

She eyed my lack of patience, but I know she would rather waste her time on something more beneficial to her than the conversation she was having with me.

She handed me the sheet of paper to sign and continued ''For the last rule, you are not to complain when any new rule is added'' She had concluded and walked out of my room without waiting for any more words from me.

“Why was there a need for rules in the first place? Why do I have to sign a stupid sheet of paper? He could just order me around as he wanted. After all, he spent a fortune on owning me. F.ucking ass.hole!'' I protested loudly as I progressed to remove the rubber band that was bonded around my wrist to pack my long thick hair that was now all over the place.

“I would rather you called me that to my face, instead of being a coward and talking behind my back'' A rich, solid and clearly angry voice sounded behind me.

I turned to face him with my face obviously filled with horror, my heart jumping out of my mouth. I tried to find words to say, to defend myself, but none came. I ended up standing there facing him with the rubberband still in my hand and my full messy hair going back to its original position, hoping that the ground would open and swallow me whole.