The Alpha’s Slave

PROLOGUE

***BRIANNA’S POV***

The door to Aunt Gigi’s jewellery store chimed open, and I was startled to see a tall figure dressed in black stride in gracefully from the shadows. Two guards, also in black, accompanied the imposing entrance.

The store fell silent as if pausing to recognize his presence. All in black suits, but his was a step above – darker, sleeker, and undoubtedly the finest quality. A sequin suit it was, fitting him perfectly, showcasing his imposing Viking-like stature. His confidence in his good looks and position exuded an aura of power and glory.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

He removed his shades, unveiling a pair of extraordinary eyes adorned with flecks and rings of gold. Eyes captivating enough to hold one’s gaze for centuries, concealing mysteries in their murky depths. These eyes belonged to none other than the Alpha king of my kingdom, Alpha Hermes Costin.

It was the store’s first royal visit, and not just any royal – it was Alpha Hermes, the most handsome and sought-after bachelor in the kingdom. Young ladies would go to great lengths, even risking a few catfights, for a chance with him. All my female colleagues, if I’m not mistaken, couldn’t help but be distracted, already eye-fucking him.

After staring around, taking in the features of the store, those golden eyes abruptly locked onto me, as if I was the target he’d been seeking. My breath caught in my throat and I fidgeted nervously. As he approached the counter, it felt like my heart was just a few degrees from freezing to death.

“Good afternoon, Miss,” his smile was wider than his shoulders, his teeth strikingly white in his tanned face.

“Good afternoon… my king,” nervousness washed over me like water from a shower as I struggled to maintain professionalism. “Welcome to Gigi’s Fantasy, your haven of sparkling treasures. What can we help you find, my king?”

“I’m here for the finest, most precious piece in the store,” he said, a flirtatious smile enhancing his devilishly handsome face.

“All our pieces are top-notch, my king,” I said, forcing a smile, my facial muscles protesting. “If you’re after something unique for a special someone, then you can head to the high-priced jewels section,” I suggested, pointing in that direction as he looked.

“There, you’ll find collections crafted from the best materials-gold, diamonds, silver, and more.”

He turned to me, and his stare momentarily halted my body’s functions, silencing me. It was clear he wasn’t interested in what I was saying; his focus was on something else.

“Is something wrong, my king?… Am I boring you with my descriptions?” I squeaked.

“Not at all,” he replied casually, getting a bit too at ease, his gaze fixed on me. At that moment, I wished for a distraction, anything to divert those intense eyes away. “But you see, I’m not here for all that. I’m here for you. You’re the finest, most precious piece I came looking for in this place.”

*****

After Alpha King Hermes showed interest in me, I felt uncertain, and flustered, not knowing what to do. But my aunt, Gigi, convinced me to accept right away and go with him. Though Aunt Gigi was my aunt, it was every parent’s dream to see their daughter marry an Alpha king. It brought wealth, respect, and recognition to one’s family. I couldn’t deny that I had fantasized about being a Luna one day.

It was an incredible feeling, knowing Alpha Hermes liked a simple girl like me and seeing other girls jealous. The next day, he came and made me his fiancée, buying the most expensive ring in the store and putting it on my finger. I had never worn something so expensive and valuable. That gesture of his cleared the remaining doubts I had left. I was just a few steps away from living my dream.

After all our tours and shopping, he took me to his castle, and I expected a grand wedding to officially become his Luna. However, none of that occurred. Little did I know that the castle would become my eternal cage, my hellhole. I had fallen for a beast in human form, the devil incarnate. My dream turned into my worst nightmare as Hermes transformed me into his sex slave, his plaything, subjecting me to all manner of pain – physical, emotional, and psychological.

My name is Brianna Campbell. I’m an Omega and this is my story.

CHAPTER 1: The Takeaway

BRIANNA’S POV

After spending weeks in the castle hospital, recovering from the injuries inflicted by Hermes, I was finally taken back to my room. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, tears I fought so hard to hold back pricked my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. Bruises and scars covered me, making my body unrecognizable. Stifling my sobs, I wiped away the teardrops that escaped my moist eyes. Crying wouldn’t help anymore. I had cried until I felt there were no tears left.

Sitting down, I picked up my hairbrush from the vanity table. I brushed my hair slowly, wincing as the bristles untangled my twists. Being on the hospital bed had left it messy. I applied makeup to hide my black eye and the healing bruise on the side of my lips. Hermes always wanted me to look my best for him no matter what. As crazy as he was, I knew he could barge into my room at any second or have his guards come get me to satisfy his insatiable sexual appetite. So I needed to get myself ready or else there will be severe consequences. And the last thing I wanted was to be punished again after I just recovered.

A loud knock on the door interrupted me. I quickly got up, putting on my panties and a long gathered gown to hide the remaining marks on my body. I opened the door and was surprised to see three maids standing there. One held a fancy basket with various skincare products, and inside, I noticed a small piece of clothing that seemed suitable for a ten-year-old girl and a long loose robe neatly folded.

“Morning, Miss,” one said with an expressionless face. “Alpha Hermes has ordered us to get you ready.”

Confused, my brows furrowed as I looked at the three of them and the basket. Before I could say anything, they barged in, almost pushing me aside, leaving me stunned.

Since one of the maids attempted to help me escape in the past, Hermes strictly ordered the others not to engage in unnecessary conversation with me. He warned them that anyone trying to help me escape again would face his wrath. Following that, the maids treated me differently, viewing me as their worst enemy.

“Get me ready for what exactly?” I asked after I closed the door and turned to them, curious to the core.

“We don’t know,” the other maid replied in a somewhat irritated tone. “We’re just following our master’s orders and nothing else. Now, take off your clothes and go to the bathroom. Alpha Hermes insisted on doing this as fast as possible. You wouldn’t want to keep him waiting, would you?” She raised an eyebrow venomously, a reminder of the consequences if I hesitated.

I looked away and wrapped my hands around my body defensively. What was that brute of an Alpha King planning on doing to me this time? I always got myself ready except on special occasions like having a fancy dinner with him. But that usually came with an evening gown and not that tiny piece I saw in that basket.

What was he planning? That question hammered in my head as I took off my clothes and headed into the bathroom where the maids were waiting for me.

They bathed me, styled my hair, and applied simple but well-done makeup on my face. However, the clothing they dressed me in made me cringe.

It was barely clothing. I might as well be naked. An off-the-shoulder top that barely covered my breast and stopped above my belly button and a skimpy mini skirt that didn’t extend beyond my curves. The clothes were nude-coloured, blending with the colour of my skin in a way that made me feel like I was naked.

They sprayed fragrance on me too. A lot of fragrance that made it hard for me to breathe properly. And finished it off by putting on that long loose robe on me to cover my clothessness.

After they were done, one of them went out and notified the guards and they took me to Hermes’s chamber.