Chapter 7: The King’s Slave
THE CEO ALPHA KING
Writer’s POV
Serena walked into the large bedroom of the king and couldn’t help but admire its beauty. Just like hers, there was a huge king-sized bed at the center of the room and a door at the right to a walk-in closet whose door was opened to reveal rows of suits.
Huge silk drapes fell from the high windows, blocking out the morning sun. A working table was just on the left side of the room, in front of a shelf that ran from one end to the other of the room.
Everything was mostly in shades of black or grey, just like his cars, and she didn’t need anyone to tell her those were the Alpha’s favorite colors.
She heard the door shut behind her, and all excitement died down as she remembered why she was even here in the first place.
Her eyes found the Alpha, who was carefully watching her admire his room with silent amusement.
But his eyes portrayed no emotions; there was just coldness in his gray orbs. They held power and were dangerous, so she looked away.
“Go prepare my bath.” He ordered, walking to his working table, ignoring her once more.
She quickly ran in the opposite direction, towards the door. As usual, the bathroom was huge, with a big bathtub and two showerheads. She found his various bath gels and picked the lavender.
When she finished, she left the bathroom and went back to the room.
“Your Highness.” She started, but he interjected.
“You are not my subject. You are just my slave. I am your master and not your king.” He said it sharply. She dropped her gaze in submission, nodding slightly.
The sound of clothes touching his skin brought her attention back to him, she looked up to see that he was undressing in front of her!
She watched as he took off the bed shirt, letting it drop to the floor, exposing his abs. She blushed, and looked away quickly, her cheeks tainting red.
His skin was so pale, and it glittered under the chandelier. She peeked at him once more, noticing his strong arms and wide chest. She looked away as soon as he started pulling at his shorts.
She heard it drop to the floor, and her ears turned red. He was naked!
She fondled with her fingers as her eyes remained glued to the floor, not knowing what to do as she stood there awkwardly.
“Grab me a towel.” He ordered, and she ran quickly to the bathroom and took his towel before going back to him. She forced her eyes to remain on the floor as she extended the towel to her but before she could control herself, her eyes quickly ran down his lower body.
A gasp escaped her lips, and she blushed harder than before. Boy! Was he also big down there?
Of course! He was powerful in all areas! She thought.
He took the towel, and she stepped back. He tied it around his waist, and she finally looked up at him to find him glaring hard at her. His eyes remained on her for a few more seconds before looking away and walking up to the bathroom, leaving her in silent admiration of his back. They flexed as he walked.
He soon disappeared into the bathroom, and a wave of disappointment washed over her.
“What are you doing standing there?” A powerful voice sounded in her head, and she gasped in shock.
That wasn’t her wolf; she had no connection with it. It was the Alpha! That voice was authoritative and powerful. And if she hadn’t seen the Alpha enter the bathroom, she would have thought he was speaking to her right here.
Though Serena knew werewolves could telepath, she had never once experienced it before, as it was most common with high-ranked wolves.
“Get in here!” He shouted over her head this time, and she was almost tempted to yell in fear. Instead, she ran to the bathroom to see him sitting in the bathtub. The towel was gone, and his naked frame sat in the tub.
“Wash my hair, and be quick about that.” He ordered again, his lips still not moving. She shivered, grabbed the shampoo, and poured a little over his head.
She went into the bathtub, feeling the cold water hit her feet and legs. His dominating aura made her shiver a little, but a little groan from him made her act quickly.
She reached for his hair but didn’t move her fingers, she expected him to yell or flinch at her touch. But there was no response from him, so she started to run her fingers through it.
His hair was softer than it looked, silky as it ran freely across her fingers.
She scooped up water from the tub, poured it over his hair, and started scrubbing it once more. She thought she heard him sigh in relief, and she relaxed a little, finally happy she was getting this right.
Because the last thing she wanted to do was make him angry so early in the morning.
After she was done, she reached for the showerhead, turned it on, and rinsed off the soap from his head. She sighed in relief when she started to rise; her work was finished.
“Wash me.” His deep voice echoed through the bathroom walls, stopping her in her tracks.
She flushed red. Bath him?! She started to chew at her bottom lip.
“After that, you can do what you intend.”
No. No. I couldn’t do this. What if?! She started to shake her head, dispelling all bad thoughts from clouding her mind.
“Did you not read the rules?” He asked, breaking her train of thought. “You should know what and what not you are supposed to do by now. Or should I elaborate further?” He turned to glare at her.
She gulped, shaking her head. “No, master. I know the rules.” She lied through gritted teeth.
He said nothing and stood in all his glory, towering above her. She blushed, looking away quickly to pick up the sponge and soap.
She was scared; scrubbing him was probably the most difficult thing she’d ever done in her entire life; making sure that her touch did not linger on his sensitive body parts and her eyes lowered in submission, she continued washing him.
She pulled away a little to get more soap when she slipped, but to her shock, he grabbed her just before she could fall on the bathroom floor. She exhaled deeply and continued without a word.
After washing him, she reached for his towel and dried him off as quickly as possible before he walked out to his room to get dressed.
She followed him out, noticing an outfit had been brought out for him, and was lying in bed. He ignored it, walking up to his mirror and standing just in front of it before sitting down. His hair dripped down his back, trailing inside the towel wrapped around him.
She went to him, not waiting to be told to dry off his hair. Finding the hairdryer, she plugged it in and got to work.
Once his hair was dry, she combed it and applied a hair cream to it. The scent of all his products was amazing.
He stood up when she was done, grabbing his clothes and getting dressed in a black suit. Serena was relieved and disappointed at the same time that he hadn’t requested her help.
As she watched him dress, she couldn’t help but notice how totally strong he looked. His parents must have been extremely powerful for him to inherit such power.
Something flashed in her mind, and she started to grow conscious. If he was so powerful to infiltrate her mind and speak to her, couldn’t it be possible that he could also hear her thoughts?
She glanced at him as he put on his shirt, paying no mind to her. Even if he did read her mind, there was no sign that he did.
As she stood there awkwardly, she wondered what else she should do. If she was already done with her job, why wasn’t he sending her away? Am I not done here? Please, I want to leave before I suffocate here, she thought to herself. She started to feel the surge of his power suppressing her, and she shifted from one foot to another, having nothing to distract her from his overwhelming aura.
She started to feel very uncomfortable, and when she looked up, she found him staring at her. She coughed awkwardly and stepped back but he surprised her by taking a step closer to her.
What was happening? What has she done this this time? She wanted to ask but couldn’t move her lips.
And as usual, his superiority showed, bringing her to her knees once more. Tears started to glitter around her eyes. Why is he doing this again?
“Really? You feel like suffocating here. Being around me is scary, isn’t it?” He asked, voicing out her thoughts. She gasped in surprise; she was right. He could hear her thoughts!
Serena could only gasp. She couldn’t utter a sound. It was as if the power to speak had been taken away from her.
Her hands slowly went to her throat and she held her throat. She can’t believe that she is choking as if some invisible force was tightening its grip around her. She is choking. She is losing her breath and might pass out at any moment.
No! She might even die.
“Answer me!” He thundered at her, and she abruptly stopped choking.
“No! No master! I’m so sorry,” she started apologizing, her head hitting the cold ground as she did.
She was so scared. Really scared of this male.
He took a step closer to her, and she was half tempted to scuff away, but she felt too weak to move. She was too tired, and she could only whimper in fear as he drew closer.
“Next time, you should know your place. Control your silly thoughts, little wolf.” He emphasized every word before glaring once more at her, then walking off, leaving her alone in tears and on the floor.
She shivered in fear as the thoughts of what she might have done wrong flashed across her face. Thoughts on how he could have done anything to hurt her more than he did. He could have killed her if he had chosen, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
She felt something tickling down her nose and took her fingers to it. Drops of blood touched her fingers, and she gasped at the sight of it.
Rising to her feet immediately, she ran to the mirror, noticing bloodstains all over her dress.
Panic struck her as she sprinted to the bathroom to wash it off, but it kept flowing, and worse of all, she couldn’t feel any pain. So why was she bleeding so randomly?
She ran out of the Alpha’s chambers, leaving a piece of tissue paper over her nose so she did not stain the floors. The guards didn’t utter a word to her, and for that, she was grateful. She just couldn’t talk to anyone right now.
She couldn’t stay here any longer; the Alpha’s aura was suppressing her too much, and she needed to get away.
But leaving the castle and going back to the mini-mansion was harder than she thought. With familiar hallways, artworks, and rooms, she was lost but with further search, she found her way to the castle’s kitchen.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw a familiar figure in the kitchen. It was the girl from yesterday, the human who had been staring awkwardly at her.
“Hey.” The human called out, flashing her a dimpled smile.
“Hi, please, can you help me get back to the mini-mansion?” Serena wasted no time in asking, not wanting to spend another minute in the frightening castle.
“Of course. My name is Emi.” She smiled softly and extended her hand to Serena, who took it too quickly and looked around, desperate to leave.
“I’m Serena.” She replied, forcing a smile on her face as she shook Emi’s hand.
“Nice meeting you, sexy. Now, let me help you. But you’ll owe me one.” Emi winked before leading the way out of the kitchen, but Serena didn’t mind; all that filled her mind was the thought of finally leaving this place.
Please note: Hello, guys, this is my old work, I wrote this book years back, so it might not be perfect or up to standard, so bear with me, please.