The Alpha King's Third Wife

Chapter Seven- Finally meeting the bastard alpha king?

Chapter Seven- Finally meeting the bastard alpha king? Dressed like She Wants To Be His Little Slut

She only had one fantasy playing in her mind; his face twisting in pain as she wrings the f**k out of his balls.

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"Shut up!" Strych roared thunderously, only removing his hand when her screams fell to silent whimpers. He then pointed to a chair across the room that looked to be made entirely from metal. "Sit on the chair and face forward, hands behind your back." His beastly voice made her blood run cold, for that reason her first instinct was to follow his instructions to avert the danger of grave injury.

Becca timoriously settled on the chair and crossed her arms behind her back. Frissons of fear erupted all over her body as Strych positioned himself behind her and placed both his large hands on her shoulders, tormenting her for a brief yet very effective moment before he was posed at her right side. Becca trained her eyes on him, calculating his next move until he made eye contact and she was forced to avert her gaze. She gazed ahead, refrained from looking at him even as he pulled her right arm from her back and kept it suspended in the air at an inclined angle. Her breath hitched as billows of tremors crashed into her being and her arm shook uncontrollably. She was no nurse, but she knew that her arm was at a bad angle for receiving a needle of that length.

"Stop shaking," Strych snarled in exasperation and tightened his already vice- like- grip on her much smaller hand, threatening to fracture her bones, "do not squirm or I will stab the needle right into your bone and trust me, the pain will be excruciating." Becca had no doubts he would do as he threatened and she endeavored to steady her arm.

From her peripheral vision, she noticed Strych aim the needle at her wrist, certainly targeting her vein and she squeezed her eyes shut, curling her toes and clenching her butt as she braced herself for the pain. A throaty gasp escaped her and she almost jerked her shoulder when the needle pierced her vein and slowly sank beneath her skin. It was so long, it pierced her forearm vein before she felt it penetrate just below her bicep. Despite her mighty effort not to, Becca screamed hysterically, tears spilled from her eyes. The pain was far beyond excruciating, it was the worst, most agonizing pain she had ever experienced but she did not throw her body to the ground or begin convulsing. It felt like he was injecting currents of electricity into her body and the chemicals were targeting her muscles, making them spasm and contract painfully and causing her heart to beat at a furious speed. Just when she thought her heart was going to spring from its connective issues, she felt the needle slip out of her skin. The needle was not lodged into her for more than two minutes, but it had caused great ruin to her body; her head was throbbing, her lungs felt inflated and bruised, every vein in her body felt like it was swelling up and soon to pop, she felt like her heart was going to burst open. She wondered how she had survived, how she still lived, she thought she was going to die.

As she shook uncontrollably, panted and gasped for air, her ragged breathing so vigorous her plight was worse than an asthmatic person experiencing the worst asthma attack there is- she felt her muscles slowly relax and the throbbing pain assaulting her forehead subsided in a few seconds. A vicious fit of coughs followed, introducing a new form of stinging pain to her chest, but the tortuous moment was transient. The last cough expelled every sensation and pain from her body and she was left numb and conquered by debility, incapacitated almost.

She could not do so little as to wince as Strych grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, then bent his back and his face inched too close to hers. He aimed his lips at her ear and purred into it like a delighted canine.

"Good girl," Becca grimaced profusely as his sleek tongue slid down her face and he licked away the remainder of her tears, then took a long sniff of her hair and growled like the feral animal he is, "you smell so appetizing, damn I love the smell of fear on humans, it makes me so ravenous. Quite a pretty, delicate little thing you are," his thick fingers stroked the side of her face and his breathing became heavier, "Maybe I can have a little fun with you, test you for the Alpha-"

"No! f**k you!" Becca blurted out brusquely, suddenly regaining some strength. She pulled away from Strych's grasp and stood up groggily. She was weakened, but she was prepared to fight to the death. Strych would have to kill her first. "I'd rather die than to have your disgusting d**k inside me!" She spat furiously, but the f*****g bastard chuckled like she had cracked a joke and dropped the injection.

In humanly impossible speed, Strych had picked her up, then thrown her on the bed from a distance, as though she were some duffle bag. Becca bit her tongue as her body collided with the mattress, but she was quickly on her feet, her stance that of a valiant warrior ready to sprint into battle. He remained where he was, clenching his jaw like a rabid animal. He just wanted to show off his strength, to remind her who is in control.

Strych's benighted eyes glared murderously at her and his demonic voice sent chills up her spine. "No woman has ever denied me, especially not the inferior creature. I will never forget this. Once the Alpha tosses you away, I will be waiting for you and I won't be in a mood to play nice." He smirked devilishly, like he was already fantasizing about the moment, before he picked up the injection and left.

Convinced of his departure, Becca sprang from the bed and rushed to close the door. She could not lock it in the absence of a lock and key, but she needed to barricade the door in case Strych decides to come back later, but even the smallest chest of drawers in the room was immovable. When she gave up on securing the entrance, her body gave up on her as well. The lethargy was sudden and overbearing. Her limbs going limp, she mustered every bit of strength remaining in her and staggered to the bed, throwing herself onto it before she finally succumbed to the debility.

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"It still hasn't woken up! What is wrong with this thing?! Wake up! Wake up right this second or I swear I will stab my claws into her face and gorge your eyes out!" Aconi rudely shook her out of sleep, smacking her viciously across the face when she groaned whiningly and did not open her eyes.

Becca jolted awake, all the sleep leaving her body.

"Are you trying to get me into trouble with the Alpha?! Is that your plan?!" Aconi howled at her, her temper extraordinarily mordant and acrimonious.

Becca only shot her a glower and said nothing, the woman was just trying to vamp up excuses to assault her and trying to shift the blame to her. Her vindictive nature was appalling, Becca could not fathom her, just like she could not fathom why she could not stand her so much when she had done nothing to get in her bad books. Aconi was just a witch, just impossible- how could she have provoked her when she had conked out?

When the witch scrunched up her face like she was staring at the most revolting thing in existence, something in Becca snapped and she thought of giving her a taste of her own medicine, but upon lifting her right arm, a sharp pang of pain ripped through it and protested against any further movement. Becca's breath hitched in her throat as she twisted her body and a more vicious wave of pain tore through her entire torso. The slumber had definitely done her no good, she could not even get off the bed without overcoming grueling difficulties. It was still night and if she had to reckon, she would say it had only been a few hours after Strych tried to kill her. Now she had to deal with this evil, bitter b***h. The nightmare was never-ending, it only got worse. Becca supported her battered arm with her hand and finally left the bed. Aconi was aching to whack her again, she could just tell from the way she was bothered by her sluggish movements.

"Stop testing me, it will not end well for you!" Aconi finally boiled over and yanked her forward with her injured arm, inciting Becca to cry out in pain. Resentful, Becca grabbed one of the kitten- sized sculptures and threw at her, but her left arm was not the best at aiming, so she missed her just by a inch and the sculpture crashed into the dressing table mirror. The impact did not leave the mirror with even a nick.

Aconi chortled, immensely amused. She was one of the weak ones, she doubted she possesed any other skill than whining. She would not even be good as a s*x slave, those small, puckered lips would not even manage to stretch out to take in even half of his girth- King Atrax was definitely going to dispose of this one in no time at all. The pathetic, poor little thing just needed five minutes alone with him to meet her doom. By the end of tonight, she will have this human pest out of her hair. How delightful. She could not wait.

"Pathetic, little creature! Oh you amuse me so much! Just look at how weak you are!" Her wicked laughter ended abruptly and she addressed her sternly. "I cannot believe you are still standing there, how stupid must you be?! Have you forgotten your place in this palace?! Go bath your filthy body- king Atrax is expecting you and he is not a patient man at all."

"What!" Becca exclaimed incredulously and Aconi growled exasperatedly and gave her a hard shove.

"The bathroom is behind the corner, make it snappy!" Aconi looked tempted to drag her to the bathroom by her hair, so to avoid goading her to that point, Becca walked as quickly as she could to the bathroom and discarded the towel as soon as she got in.

The bathroom was a more lavish version of the previous one, but its splendid, exquisite design did not matter at all because its oval-shaped, enormous bathtub contained an even more nauseating liquid. The liquid was a deeper shade of red, almost maroon, looked more dense and concentrated. When she stirred it with her foot, she confirmed that it was just as sappy as it looked. Becca wanted to puke just looking at it, she was extremely disgusted, but she suppressed her qualms and stepped into the bathtub. It smelt ten times more awful as well, yuck!

Becca only endured the putrid bath for a few minutes, but she was already gagging and making hurling sounds she could not control by the time she stepped out. She did not waste time looking for another towel and picked up the one she had left on the floor. She returned to the bed chamber at least feeling more invigorated and with a less painful arm and body. She was bewildered to see Aconi straightening out a filmy, almost shapeless fabric with haste.

"Put this on! Be quick!" The witch threw the gown at her and Becca caught it before facing her with eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The gown was ugly, not her style at all, but that was not where most of her concerns were. The fabric was too sheer, she could see Aconi and everything else behind her through it, that is how thin and transparent the fabric was.

"I can't wear this, it is see- through, I will be practically naked in it. I want a gown like Nase's or Amylase's or at least something that looks decent and fashionable, this thing is hideous!" Becca did not hold back, much to Aconi's vexation.

She was so sick and tired of her making demands. She could not wait for pretty little face to be mauled to the skull.

"Whatever made you think you are entitled to an opinion or could make demands? Look around you, you little imbecile, this is not your world, nobody cares what you want or don't want, what you like or don't like. Nobody cares whether you live or die, in fact I cannot wait for Alpha Atrax to rip you apart. Put on the gown, stop thinking your naked body is sacred because it is far from it. I better not have to repeat myself!" Aconi warned brusquely, deciding not to mention the real reason behind the necessity of the filminess of her gown.

As much as Becca was greatly against baring herself to that bastard and had no interest in seducing him, the witch was right. There was no way out of this, other than the fate meeting him was going to grant her. The meeting was her only chance for an escape. Becca sullenly proceeded to wear the unflattering fashion disaster and she did not like what the mirror showed her at all.

"Oh take a good look at that pretty little face, you are going to miss it once you're hideously deformed, if you will live, that is. If you're lucky, you'll only lose one of your precious little legs, but if you are not so lucky say bye- bye to all your limbs." Aconi taunted, yet again forcing her mind to depict horrid, grisly scenes. Becca could get why she loved tormenting her so much, she excelled at it and it was the only thing she was good at.

"You have already kept the king waiting for too long, he is going to punish you for that. Let's go!" Aconi snarled out the order and strutted off.

Becca reluctantly followed her to the smallest room she had been in so far and the most clammy and creepiest. The room looked like some strange slaughterhouse or better yet a storage unit for cadavers, because it had no furniture or fixture, just headless, skinned, dead animals hanging from its low ceilings. She could count more than thirty. Becca was on edge, she could not get why they were here, clearly no king, especially not one given such elevation would sleep in a storage unit for animal corpses.

Before Becca could question why they were here, a tall, young woman with the palest green, almost lime eyes emerged from the forest of corpses with a large tray secured in her grip. Just like Blyvy, she was dressed similarly to Aconi, but her appearance was a little disheveled, like she had just finished wrestling a trying opponent. The opponent was most likely the chunky, torso cut meat of fresh kill. The meat was still dripping blood and Becca was yet again squeamish. The woman greeted Aconi and featly presented the tray to her before taking her leave.

"Here!" Aconi shoved the tray into her arms and the blood spilled onto her, making her yelp in disgust, but the witch did not care and continued to stolidily apprise; "you are going to serve that to the king, make sure that he accepts it or you are doomed."

"I have blood all over me! I smell like dead meat!" The witch was clearly trying to sabotage her and make sure she fails to impress and infuriates her psychopath king. Becca had no desire in impressing him in any manner, but she did not want to have to bear the brunt of his wrath because of something Aconi deliberately did- if she was going to die, she wanted to die at her own doing.

"Stop whining and get out of my sight." Aconi irately dismissed her, and before she could clap back with the most snide retort, the main door flew open and a tall, muscle- bound man with a dark, shaggy mane and a bared, hairy chest barged in, his eyes immediately falling on her. He intimidated her without even saying anything, he looked all too much like he shared blood with that barbaric brute Strych.

"Come with me." His voice had a villainous character as well. He was definitely related to Strych. Becca gulped, nervously looking around the room until she realised the man had left and she had to hurry to catch up to him.

Aconi smiled to herself as the doors slammed shut. She could not help but brim with schadenfreude. The i***t had walked right into her trap and she was not going to get in trouble for her slaying, she could simply say it was an initiation test, to assess her strength and prepare her for the challenges ahead. She could say that she was grooming her for him. The creature was just a useless human, nothing he was going to miss. There was no way that feeble, moronic twig was going to survive, she was bathed in blood and basically begging to be eaten. She had just taken the bath as well, her scent was sure going to drive the wolves insane, there is no way they were going to resist her.

Finally, she had gotten rid of the little b***h!