All Chapters of THE SLAVE WHO REJECTED THE ALPHA : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ravok POVI drained the last swallow of whiskey, letting the burn coat my throat before I set the glass on the table.“On the bed. Hands and knees,” I said, my voice calm. My gaze slid to the bed, then to Seraphina, who was still kneeling naked in the corner, her head bowed like a trained pet. “Yes, Majesty,” she murmured. Seraphira lifted her head slowly, a practiced smile curling her lips, an empty expression meant to please, not to feel. Her body moved with grace as she stood and crossed the room, the curve of her back catching the low light, the sway of her hips too rehearsed. Her breasts shifted with each step, full and high, the soft weight of them drawing my gaze.When she reached the bed, she did not hesitate. She climbed onto the mattress with the fluidity of someone who’d done this a thousand times, her back curving in a smooth arch as she lowered herself onto all fours. Her palms spread wide against the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric for balance, and her ass lift

The witch did not answer.She returned to crushing the leaves, slower now, deliberate, then tipped water into the bowl. It hissed softly when she set it over the fire. Steam rose, carrying a sharp, clean scent that cut through the dampness of the cave.“The King bought Melany,” I pressed. “Will he kill her? Is she a witch too?”Still nothing.She stood, crossing the small space with quiet steps, rummaged through a worn satchel, and drew out a strip of bark... cinnamon, I thought. She snapped it in half and dropped it into the bowl. The scent deepened, warm and bitter. Maybe it really was tea.Victoria’s voice surfaced in my mind: What if he marries her?“Will the King marry her?” I asked, and the witch finally looked at me.“Now you’ve asked the right question, Alpha.” She lifted the bowl from the fire and came closer. The steam brushed my face, hot and fragrant. “Drink.”I pushed it away with the back of my hand. “I am not sick.”Her mouth curved. “Drink,” she said, holding it stead

My breath caught, but I masked it with silence. I did not want to ask, but the question burned anyway. “What others?”He turned toward me, slow. “Oh, come now,” Romeo said. “Surely you did not think you were the first? There were plenty before you. Pretty. Quiet. Willing... eventually. And all of them thought they could handle him too."“you are lying.”“I wish I were,” he said with a sigh that felt entirely false. “It’d make things less tedious. But no. They all end the same way."I yanked at the ropes again. “What happens to them?”He took a few steps closer, stopping just short of the bed. “They bleed,” he murmured. “And we clean the sheets before the next one arrives.”“you are disgusting.”“No,” he said. “I am honest. And you...” his eyes narrowed slightly, “Nora told me about your history. You were part of the Black Moon pack, you ran away and took shelter in the brothel, and you were auctioned off. you are just a little human trying to escape a hard life. you are not different,

But the door slammed open, and both our heads snapped toward it.Romeo stood in the doorway, one hand still on the handle. His eyes swept the scene and his jaw tightened. “Forgot the way to your own room, Saulo?”Saulo straightened. “Just checking on the king’s new pet.”When Saulo adjusted himself and stepped back, even if only slightly, I realized I was standing on the tips of my toes, my breath locked tight in my chest. The moment I saw Romeo in the doorway, my heels sank back to the floor and I finally exhaled. Not because I believed Romeo was a good wolf, but because I knew he still had some sense of morality.Romeo’s gaze darkened as he stepped inside. “We do not touch the king’s property without permission,” he said evenly. “Or did you forget how things work in this castle?”“You think I need your lectures, Beta?”Romeo tilted his head slightly. “Try that tone again, and I’ll make sure you are limping back to your quarters tonight. This isn’t the first time you’ve crossed line

The rest never left his mouth, because Ragnar surged to the surface before my mind could stop him.“No!”My body was moving. Without hesitation I crossed the space between us, my hand already fisted in the front of his uniform, lifting Saulo off the ground, his feet scraping against the ground before he was airborne.His breath caught in a gasp, “Gkh!”, just before his back slammed hard against the table.I did not release him.did not even blink.One hand remained tight on his collar, holding him pinned where he lay, while my other arm braced beside his head. "Say that again," I leaned in, close enough that he could feel the tremor under my skin that did not belong to me. That was Ragnar. “I did not hear you.”He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Just a dry rasp of fear.“You speak of her like she’s something you can take,” I murmured, “but let me make one thing clear, Saulo, nothing is yours until I say it is. And when something is mine...” I yanked him closer, “...I shouldn’t