Claimed By The Dangerous Alpha King: Betrayed Luna Novel by Gorgeous Aliyah

Three days had passed since the drama that went down at dinner, each one a struggle as I almost lost my ability to think trying to understand the complicated ways of Mara’s wicked acts her twisted game of cat and mouse in which I was the mouse. I knew that I wasn’t going to be let go so easily after what happened but I swear she was trying to kill me.

She wasn’t just punishing me, she was definitely out to kill me and I was doing my best to keep my head above water in this her sea of wickedness,Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

She summoned me to her chambers time and time again, sending me on meaningless errands, her mocking laughter echoing in my mind long after I’d left her presence.

“Kira, you filthy thing, do well to clean this filth off every nook and cranny of this room.” She would say referring to a room that was entirely spotless.

“Wipe the floor till I can see my reflection In it. She would order referring a wooden floor that was practically almost glass thanks to continuous wiping.

“Pluck some coconuts and make me some coconut oil, I can feel a rash coming on my skin.” I wasn’t sure how coconut oil was supposed to help a rash that didn’t exist yet or a rash at all but what I was sure of was that she had a big jar of coconut oil sitting on her dresser. I cleaned her room multiple times a day so there was no way she didn’t know that I knew she had surplus of coconut oil sitting on her desk.

I seriously considered lacing the coconut oil I made with poison ivy but I knew I would only be wasting my energy because she had no intention to use it. She was only doing to make my life miserable and it was seriously working.

I would find myself wiping the large windows from a really tall windows and it would be a really big struggle not to let my intrusive thoughts win.

In the brief moments of alone time that I had, I found to myself, my thoughts often drifted to my baby, to the child I had lost, the child who would never know the love of a mother, the child who was better off without me anyways.

At times, I thought that the goddess that was generous enough to bless me with the child in the first place was also who was generous enough to take it away from me, even though it hurt like hell and my heart was literally aching so bad, I thought it was all for the better. How was I going to be able to take care of a child if I wasn’t able to take care of myself first?

How dare I even try to bring to the world a child I claimed to love without a solid and detail plan on how to take care of it. I was nothing but a slave and it was going to grow up without a father too. It would be too sad to watch and the child that I bore with my own womb might end up hating me and that was not something that I wanted.

I had managed to push those painful thoughts to the back of my mind, focusing instead on the brief moments of happiness that I found in Brax’s company.

We had formed a bond, a friendship that had grown regardless of Mara’s cruelty.

Each time we met, I found myself smiling, my heart lightening at the sound of his laughter, the warmth of his hand on my shoulder. He was really good company and he didn’t dwell on the sad things that had happened to me like everyone in the palace, we spoke about good things. He didn’t look at me with pily like everyone else, he looked at me normally. It was my last strand of normalcy in this weird world of ours.

It was a glimmer of hope in the darkness of my new life, a reminder that not all was lost.

On the third night after the incident at breakfast, I found myself once again standing outside Aston’s chambers, his summons made my hands tremble like there was no tomorrow.

The fear that had gripped me before had not eased, but I forced myself forward, pushing down the rising tide of panic as I reached for the doorknob..

As I stepped into the room. I found Aston sitting on his bed, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I struggled to maintain my composure.

“Kira,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Come here.”

I moved closer, my legs shaking beneath me as I approached the bed. “Y-Yes?” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aston waved a hand towards a small table near the bed. “Pour me a drink,” he said, his gaze never leaving my face. “And be quick about it.”

My hands trembled as I reached for the bottle of whiskey on the table, my fingers fumbling with the stopper as I tried to maintain my composure. I could feel the heat of his gaze on me the weight of his presence stuffing.

“I’m surprised you didn’t spill it,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk as I poured the amber liquid into a tumbler. “Were your hands shaking that much?”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I forced myself to meet his gaze.

“N-No.” I lied, my voice shaking as I handed him the glass. “I was just being careful.” I was terrified but I was also still mad about what he did to me last time. His words were too harsh and now he was acting as if we were friends.

Aston’s eyes glittered with amusement as he took the glass from me, his fingers brushing against mine in a way that sent shivers through my body. “Careful,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “That’s good. Very good.”

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I turned away, my heart hammering in my chest as I struggled to regain control of my emotions. I was supposed to be mad at him but have my heart beating like a fool. Was he using some sort of black magic on me?

I stood there, my back to Aston, my mind racing as I tried to process everything that happened in the last few moments. I could feel his gaze on me, hot and insistent, his presence filling the room like a persistent spirit.

“Kira,” he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “Come here.”

My legs moved almost of their own accord, turning me towards him as I fought to calm the trembling in my hands, the pounding in my chest,

He fixed me with a piercing gaze, his eyes intense and almost commanding. “Take off my shirt,” he ordered, his voice calm and cold at the same time.

“But…but there’s no alcohol on it,” I stammered, my voice trembling as I searched his face for some sign of what he wanted.

“I know,” he replied, his expression unreadable. “I just want you to take it off. Now.”

My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, my breath quickening as I slid the fabric off his shoulders, revealing the hard planes of his chest. I swallowed hard, my eyes fixed on the floor as I fought the urge to reach out and touch him.

Aston’s hands found my own, his fingers cool and steady as he guided my palms to his chest. “Do you feel that?” he asked, his voice low and seductive. “Do you feel the power there?”

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as I felt the muscles of his chest flex beneath my hands. I could feel the heat of his skin, the power of his body like a living, breathing thing.

That power, he said, his voice a whisper in my ear. “It’s mine. It belongs to me. And right now, it belongs to you.” I knew from experience that men could promise even that they didn’t have.

My pulse raced, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to comprehend the intensity of his words. I was lost in his presence, a helpless fly caught in his web.

“Aston,” I breathed, my voice shaking as I struggled to find the words to express what I was feeling. “L…I don’t understand.”