THE CEO ALPHA KING
Chapter 14: My master
Writer’s POV
It was around 7:00 p. m. when King Zed arrived at his castle.
He stepped down from his black limo, adjusting his expensive suit.
“Get her to make coffee for me. She can add more sugar this time.” He said this to Adam before walking through the opened door that led to the sitting room.
He took the private elevator to his room as he recalled what had happened with his slave, Serena, two days ago.
The way she had acted and pleaded with what she thought was a ghost from his former slave brought a smile to his face. Of course, it was so funny. He wasn’t the type to express his emotions, but alone in the elevator, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
She was a silly wolf. He thought.
He walked out of his elevator and into his room. Sighing deeply, he took off his clothes, and the memories of Serena bathing him for the first and only time sparked in his head.
He felt weird that she kept coming to his mind.
Something like this had never happened before, and strangely, even his wolf seemed fascinated by Serena-well, his wolf, not him.
Normally, he didn’t like physical contact with anyone, especially with the female gender, but his wolf had managed to encourage him that Serena’s touch meant no harm, that her touch wouldn’t bring up dirty worms on his skin, and he had listened, letting Serena touch him that day.
Thinking about it now, he felt more strange.
It got him thinking. What is it about this perky little weak wolf?
“Damon, what is it about her that you like?” He whispered through his wolf’s mind link. Talking to his wolf was one of the major things he loved doing since he didn’t enjoy talking to.
He heard his wolf growl before responding.
“Well, I’m glad you decided to ask. I just like her. I feel myself getting attracted to her every day.” His wolf responded, and this caused a frown on King Zed’s face.
“Getting attracted? You must have gotten way too old. You are desperate for a mate.” King Zed accused.
“You seem to forget that we are one, Zed. We are one! And if I am getting attracted to or attached to her, then you’ll be forced to feel the same way sooner or later.” Damon, his wolf told him. It was true. He knew it deep down.
“That won’t ever happen. You’ll be forced to stop getting attracted to her instead, Damon. She’s just a weak half-breed.” The Alpha tried to reason with him as he walked to the end of the room to get his bed shirt.
But he got no response to that. Damon was quiet, and it was rather strange for him not to argue with his human counterpart. But the Alpha let it slide.
Sighing, he changed his clothes before heading downstairs for dinner.
**
“The king is back, and you have to make him coffee with a little bit of sugar,” Isaac informed Serena once she stepped out of the shower, a dark towel tied around her chest, shielding her naked frame from her brother.
“What? When did he arrive? You should have told me earlier, Isaac.” Serena yelled, hurriedly heading to her closet in search of something to wear.
“I didn’t want to rush you, but hey, be quick too. I don’t want you getting into any trouble; I’ll leave now.” Isaac urged before walking out of her room.
She sighed, remembering that Grandma Felicia had come to express her happiness and congratulations for being Isaac’s sister. She was the second person Isaac had told, Kendrick being the first, no doubt.
Just like Isaac, Grandma Felicia was extra nice to Serena, for reasons best known to her.
Serena wore an oversized gown and tied her hair up carelessly before running out of the mini-mansion.
As she made her way to the castle, she kept memorizing the three most important rules inside her head.
She got to the castle doors and was allowed in. She bowed in greeting to the guards but they ignored her.
“A little bit of added sugar.” She mumbled as she set out to work in the king’s kitchen.
For the past two days, she hadn’t felt the king’s aura, but today, it hit her like a ton of bricks; his scent filled the room, urging her to submit to him even though he wasn’t there. A spark of fear shivered down her spine as she went to the kitchen.
Luckily, there was no one here, but with her wolf’s ears, she could hear someone vacuuming upstairs. The servants were probably awake too.
She realized the king’s scent had become stronger and figured he was coming down, so she hastily got to work.
However, when she finished, she tasted it only to discover that she had just put in too much sugar; now the coffee was too sweet.
“Gosh!” She exclaimed in frustration.
“You need to calm down first, Serena. If you don’t want to get into trouble, you need to keep calm.” Isaac’s voice boomed inside her head, it caused a gasp to slip through her lips.
This was the first time he ever spoke to her telepathically, and she felt giddy inside of her.
She turned back to the coffee, took a deep breath, and emptied the cup in the sink to make another.
With newly found confidence, she made it better than the last, and it wasn’t too sweet this time-just the right amount of sugar. She smiled, placed it on a tray, and walked to the sitting room.
She could see him sitting at the head of the dining table, his eyes fixed on the plates in front of him. As she walked in, she felt the temperature drop, and her heartbeat picked up unusually.
It was at the tip of her tongue to greet him as “Your Highness,” but she paused, remembering he had reminded her he was her master.
She bent her head in submission, keeping her eyes on her feet as she walked closer to him before dropping the coffee with shaky hands on his table. She bowed lower, greeting him silently before starting to retreat.
Not wanting to stay another moment in this dangerous room.
“Sit.” The king suddenly commanded her, his dangerous voice shaking her to her very core.
Her eyes widened as she stopped in her tracks then she took a seat opposite him. She curled up her toes and clenched her fist to stop herself from trembling.
She watched as he took the coffee to his lips, inhaling the heat briefly before taking a sip.
“You added excess sugar. More than you were supposed to.” He noticed, glancing through a magazine in his hand that she hadn’t noticed earlier.
Her lips trembled; she didn’t know what to say.
“You can just apologize, Serena.” Isaac’s voice came into her mind telepathically.
“I’m sorry, master.” Upon Isaac’s words, she apologized, squeezing her fingers anxiously.
At the sound of her voice, he lifted his eyes to her. Her heart stopped for a second when he did this. His cold great eyes remained fixed on her, as if he could see deep into her soul.
Unable to hold the gaze any longer, Serena shifted her gaze to her thighs. Hoping and praying that he would let her leave.
“From tomorrow…” King Zed started but paused midway. She looked up to notice his gaze on the guard who was standing a few feet away from him.
“Where is Felicia?” he demanded.
“I’ve just requested for her, your Highness.” The guard responded, bowing a little.
“I’m here, your Highness. I’m right here.” She heard Grandma Felicia call out as she rushed into the dining room, her long skirt sweeping the floor as she did.
Serena watched as Grandma Felicia knelt in greeting before the King asked her to rise.
“As I was saying. Henceforth, the little wolf here will see to everything that concerns me, including my meals.” The king announced, taking another sip from his coffee.
Once the words left the king’s mouth, she felt her heart sink; bile rose in her, and hot tears welled in her eyes. The room suddenly became hot for her. Too unbearable to stay in.
Even Grandma Felicia appeared shocked by the development as she continued moving her gaze between the king and his slave.
What? She thought, not concerned if the King could read her thoughts.
“My Lord.” Grandma Felicia started, and he turned to her.
“Yes. I just wanted you to be aware of that, Felicia. I want her to do everything she can to serve me well. She is my only slave, so she’ll do them all alone.” He finished, almost daring anyone to counter his words.
“Yes, your Highness. Of course.” Grandma Felicia replied, her eyes moving to stare at Serena, who was now on her feet. She wasn’t even aware she stood up.
Yes? Did she really just agree to that? Serena wanted to scream out loud, but couldn’t. Please no! I don’t even know how to cook, let alone his favorite meals! I can barely even get his coffee right! She thought fearfully. I can’t. I can’t do this.
She was going to die.
“I’ll take my leave now.” Grandma Felicia added before leaving her alone with the King.
Serena reluctantly forced herself to sit once more, her emotions all over the place, and while she knew everyone else could feel it, she didn’t care.
As her tears threatened to drop from her eyes, she blinked them back, scared the king would scold her for it. She bit down on her lower lip.
“Oh… I forgot to add one thing. You’ll no longer stay at the servants’ quarter; you’ll stay here henceforth.” He added, and her heart sank lower to her feet. She had just lost her freedom, too. Please just kill me now. Kill me instead.
Anger instantly filled her veins threatening to overtake her. She wanted to stand up to him, challenge him, and ask what had made him hate her so much to give her so much more responsibility than any other servant.
But that would only mean her death. And she had already lost too much and found so much too. Her brother. She couldn’t leave him now that they had just met. Clenching her fist, she forced herself to calm down.
“Aren’t you eating?” His question snapped her out of her thoughts, his voice laced with an unusual calmness.
I’m not hungry. It was at the tip of her tongue to say that to him, but she knew better than to refuse the king.
“I am. Thank you, master.” She gritted, picking up her fork with a shaky hand, before slicing a piece of food she didn’t recognize and forcing it down her throat.
As the sweet sensation filled her tongue, she resonated with the king’s words.
‘She’ll see to everything that concerns me around here.’
“Get out.” She jerked at the sudden sound of his voice. Dropping the fork in a clatter, she stood up and started running out of the room, muttering a “thank you” on her way out.
“Why did you get angry, Zed?” Damon, the king’s wolf, taunted him.
“Because she wasn’t pleased with what you did? You did what you did to prove to me that nothing could ever happen between you and her. But you are wrong now, aren’t you?” The wolf mocked him again.
“Shut up. She doesn’t know how to eat, and that is the reason why I sent her away. If you continue like this, Damon, I’ll be forced to send her to her early grave,” King Zed warned before continuing his meal in silence.
***
Serena got to the mini-mansion and ran to her room, ignoring the lingering gazes of the other servants. They must have all heard the news.
As she got to her room, she flew into the bed and sobbed into her pillow.
The door opened a few seconds later, and her brother’s scent filled her nose, but she didn’t move or react as he came closer. Sitting on her bed, he reached for the pillow beneath her.
“Hey, Sis, I heard. I’m so sorry. No one expected that order from the king.” He cooed, touching her and pulling her away from the pillow.
She came to him and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest and listening to the soft rhythm of his heartbeat.
“Why me? How did this happen to me? I want to leave here. I don’t want to spend another night with the king.” She sobbed, her tears staining Isaac’s shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“I am so sorry. I’ve also been wondering why he did that, but I can’t find a valid reason. You didn’t offend him; I was there. Why did he suddenly say that?”
With nothing to say, Serena could only cry, she sobbed for what felt like hours before she finally fell asleep against him.
Isaac carefully laid her on the bed before covering her with the duvet. As he watched her sleep, he couldn’t help the pain that attacked his heart. He wanted her to be happy, not cry all the time.
He stepped out of her room only to bump into Kendrick, who was waiting by the door.
“How is she?” Kendrick inquired.
“Asleep,” Isaac replied, walking away from the door. Kendrick followed him until they got outside.
“Why on earth did the king give such a command? He has a lot of good cooks. Why make her do everything? Does he want her dead or what?” Kendrick asked out loudly; confusion filled him, but Isaac could only shrug his shoulder. He had no idea. He also wants to know his reasons.
“I don’t know. I’ve got to get her out of here, man. I don’t want her serving the king anymore. Who knows? He might even start taking sexual pleasure from her soon. I won’t allow that.”
“Do you have any plans in mind?” Kendrick quizzed.
“Of course. I have a perfect one. But I’ll have to find the perfect moment to execute it.” Isaac responded, hope radiating in his eyes.