The Woman for The Alpha King and Prince

Chapter 4 - How My Life Stuck Between The Alpha King And Prince

STANDING IN front of the mirror, I looked at my reflection. I could barely recognize myself. I was not the same girl who stole a piece of bread last night. I did not smell like a ditch. I definitely did not look insane. It was as if I was staring at someone brand new. This was not me. This was someone else. A girl who suddenly got her life turned upside down only because she was starving. I stared at myself from top to bottom. Rosalie had done an excellent job at cleaning me up. She had scraped every inch. Every limb. Every corner of my skin to make sure that nothing stayed. She let me rest for a few hours and then prepared me, which ended now. I licked my lips and studied the look at myself.

The dress left the top of my shoulders uncovered. It did not cover the sides, and it flew down into a tasteful scoop neckline. Rosalie had given me this huge shining crystal around my neck, adorning the look even more. It was comfortable, much to my dismay. I was hoping that I would have something bad to say about this dress. It was a fit. The waist was thin, but it was loose, which made it relaxed, yet graceful. My arms were covered up until my elbows. The dress itself was almost like the color of my skin, which also added to the beautiful look. If I looked farther away, I might think of myself as not dressed. I gulped. How controversial.

Rosalie had not given me any shoes though. Which was weird. I was barefooted, turning around to face my lady-in-waiting.

“What do you think?” I asked, even though I already knew what she was going to say.

“You look gorgeous, My Lady.”

“Oh, you may just call me by my name, Rosalie. It is Margot.”

“No, I am afraid I cannot do that.” She smiled warily at me. “I am a servant, and you are—” She struggled to find the words. I almost laughed at that. How terrible. I must have looked crazy because Rosalie quickly find another word. “You are My Lady. So, I can only address you as such. You also have to call me ‘maid’. You cannot call me by my name.”

“But you are not my maid.”

“Or you may simply call me Servant.”

I sighed exasperatedly. This was not right. I would never get used to this. Rosalie knew what I was thinking about, but she had no choice. I had no choice. I did not want her to get in trouble because of me. The girl led me outside, toward my doom.

“What do you think will happen during dinner?” I asked.

“I do not know, My Lady.”

“Will you be there?”

“It is not my place to be.” She stopped in front of the mahogany doors. She showed me to go inside. “This is the dining hall.”

I stared at it with a complex look. “I do not want to go in.”

“But the King requested your presence.”

“More like demanded.” I took a deep breath. “I guess I will see you around.” Two guards opened the doors for me.

As I stepped inside, I was met by an onyx rug that ran down the dining hall for a few meters before coming to an end, splitting the dining hall in two. Long mahogany tables stood in a line. Two of them facing each other, split by the rug. At the end of the two tables, on top of a higher ground, there was another long table, fit for five people and in the middle, sat the King with his hooded eyes and powerful energy.

I walked slowly through the onyx rug, listening to the gentle thud of my heart. I was going to lose my mind in front of him. As I stopped in the middle of the hall, King Larkin took a long look at me. His eyes ran down my dress, tracing the silver line of my body, and he appeared to like what he saw. I swallowed hard, gripping my dress on the sides.

“Come.” One word was enough to make me feel terror.

My knees were trembling as I walked toward him. He did not tell me to sit. He was just waiting. Until I heard footsteps coming. A lot of them. I saw massive men, old and young, in between, built like Warriors and with scars. They were huge, but not as big as the King or the Prince. Each of them took a seat as was designated. I could see them staring at me, wondering what was happening. This was not just a dinner between the three of us. It was a party.

Once everyone was seated, the Prince walked in alone. He had his head down, not glancing at me at all. He sat at the top of the table, near where the King’s table was. I did not understand why he was not there. But the King had something else in mind. He stood up. He gripped me by my waist and I gasped as he pushed me forward as if presenting me to the crowd.

My dress clung to my body, pressed against my skin so tight. I was helpless as the King trapped me from behind. I stared at the Prince. He was gripping the edge of the table until it turned white.

“Your Highness—”

“Hush.” King Larkin silent me. He brushed my hair to the side, showing my neck. In one tug, he took off the necklace. I inhaled sharply. My chest rose. All eyes were on us. “Do not talk.”

The dining hall went quiet.

“I present to you, Margot. Margot Petrovski.”

Loud murmurs immediately drown the hall. Everyone chirped with animated eyes and shocked gasps. The Prince clenched his jaw hard.

“Quiet!” King Larkin bellowed. “I am gathering you, my Council, to witness this very important moment right now. I want all of you to know that this girl is off the limits. You cannot touch her or look at her longer than I would like. She is to be kept safe all the time and no one should ever think that they can have her. Do you understand me?”

Silence. The answer was clear. No one would ever dare to go against the King.

I gasped when he grabbed me by my throat.

“She belongs to me and me only.”

I could not do anything before King Larkin dived for my throat, sinking his teeth into my veins and making me whimper in his arms.

King Larkin marked me. In front of everyone. An action so intimate, only performed by mates in their private moments, and yet, the King had turned it into a show. I was struggling in his arms and he did not let go. Not at all.

Everything became a mess once they realized that the blood that trailed on my neck, was blue. They gasped simultaneously, thinking about the only thing that was clear in front of them. Blue blood. The Petrovski family. The Anvil line. Whatever it was, it was enough to make them feel as if something incredibly amazing had just happened right now.

As I glanced up, I spotted the Prince, the son of the King, sitting right next to the head of the table. He was tense. He was fisting his hands on top of the table, and he was looking down as if looking at me would kill him. His mouth was set in line. Prince Kaden, the Prince of Wolves, was trembling with anger.

The anger tasted so real.

Just like the cold trail of blood running down my neck from my veins. I was puny in the King’s hands. Nothing else and nothing more. King Larkin groaned out loud, snapping people’s attention back to the present. Some eyes were staring at me hunger and some were confused. They could understand what was happening. That I existed. That I was real right before their eyes.

King Larkin squeezed my body tight in his massive arms. His muscles crushed me into one. I was having trouble breathing or seeing things right. I let out a voice from the back of my throat and it just made everything worse. The King let out an animalistic growl as he thrusted my body forward until the wood creaked. I gasped. He pulled his teeth out.

King Larkin hummed satisfyingly as he saw the blood himself. He took some in his fingers and let it drip to his arm, seeing the blue of my blood trailing down. He smiled. The air became thick.

“This is our way out. We can win the war.” King Larkin patted my stomach like he was telling me I did a good job. “What a good way to win it.”

King Larkin stared at everyone, including his son, Prince Kaden.

“This girl will give me powerful heirs and Warriors from her blood. From today onward, she will breed me sons and daughters of the Anvil blood.”

And that was how my life turned into a nightmare between the King and the Prince.