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Alpha's Rejected Slave Rosalia's Pov
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty- Two (Rosalia’s POV) “Get out of my way!” I snarled at the guard standing in front of the Alpha Tagon’s chamber door. He stared at me like a commoner as I tried walking in and instead of bowing his foolish head and according me the respect I deserve he had the effrontery to look me in the eye boldly. “The Alpha has not called for your presence,” He answered with a thick voice. “And so? If he didn't, what's your business about that? I have unfettered access to see the Alpha.” I barked angry at the opposition in my way. If he knew things I am capable of he’ll get out of my path before he’s crushed to dust. “He states no one, not even his Beta, has to see him without permission as he wants to be left alone. I’ll advise you to go back to your chambers and wait out till the Alpha decides to see you.” My palm connected hard to his cheek hitting him with a force that had his cheek bent
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty-Three (Sheila’s Pov) Diana has kept me company for a little while introspective of the healer’s command that I get more rest but I hated the idea of lazing in a spot when for weeks I’ve never moved a muscle. The need to jump in grass, feel the lick of the sun on my skin, smell the pine of the earth and just breathe cleaner and neutral air except for the confines of the room I’ve been in since I woke up. Everything is done for me, making me feel some different kind of way. My nostrils are filled with different scents of flowers and oils followed by the dimly lit room. The sun not so much is allowed contemplating on my limitations. I didn't hear when the door of the chamber was opened and a figure was walking in my direction. Tagon? What was he doing here? “How do you feel?” He beat me to ask. “What are you doing here? Are you sad that I didn’t die like you expected or you’re
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Tagon's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty- Four (Alpha Tagon’s Pov) I watched her long pretty lashes bat in tiny protest while her body began to succumb to the strain of orgasm. She looked more beautiful than I could imagine. My Sheila, My woman. She dozed off to sleep with my fingers stuck in her wetness, I brought my release coated fingers to my lips and sucked on her womanly juices. The tangy- sweet taste burst into my tongue as I suckled her entire juices, licking my fingers clean. Her addicting taste left me spellbound enthralled to wanting more but I had to control myself. She just got back from a near death experience and she needs to rest. I sat back watching her sleep lovingly, hearing her soft snoring, the way her lips quivered as she breathed, the small rise and fall of her lovely bosom. A strand of hair got to her lips which I picked and set it to the side as I drank her up my sweetest obsession. I couldn’t get enough
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty- Five (Sheila’s POV) “Please do this just once,” I pouted earning an eye roll from Diana who came as she promised to keep me company on the Alpha’s instructions I shouldn’t be left out until every scar on my skin is fully healed and I’m strong enough but I feel great already but what can I say to an arrogant and stubborn king who commands and the world falls to his feet? Two more days in here without doing anything is rubbing off badly on my normal lifestyle but right here I do nothing but sleep, eat and stare over a thousand times at the beautiful curtains, admire the nice frames, eye the intrinsic artefacts and smell the sweet perfumes. There was no need getting myself wrapped up in this when it would only be for a short while and I’ll be sent back to my rightful place, the Slaves quarters. It felt as a luxurious prison with very little to do with the outside world except for Diana’s g
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Young Tagon
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty-SixDear readers kindly note: This scene is the continuation of Sheila and Tagon’s first meeting at the garden. This is the second scene of their younger days. Enjoy! (Younger Tagon) Why does she possess my dreams, my every movement and even my every thoughts? What is this feeling and why do I desperately and earnestly want to meet her again even though she’s of a different caste? I shouldn’t be so worked up over some slave girl when I have thousands of scrolls to study, pack meetings to attend and the fighting camp to train in yet her innocent crying face wouldn’t leave my mind tormenting and pushing me to near insanity. Has she bewitched me and got me under her spell but her beauty held me transfixed. Her long ungroomed ginger hair, her small perfect mouth, despite her bruised and dirty body I found myself hoping to see her again. The urge to run into her or find her somewhere came
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty- Seven (Sheila’s POV)Waking up on a soft mattress, a flamboyant bedroom and being fed to stupor with staff at every turn wasn’t the life I expected waking up to. Growing up in the slave quarters sleeping on a hard cold floor was the normal routine, being able to sleep with food on your stomach and a warm shawl around your neck was considered a privilege. A terrible existence words fail to describe how it felt and waking up to see how things have changed in a few weeks gladdens my heart but not entirely. My mission being brought back here was to do what I must to survive the hell of slavery but his confession on hiding my mother somewhere had me spirited and formed a new goal altogether. It wasn’t just for me alone but for mom and the rest of the Slaves in White Peak Pack. I’d promised to do what it takes to free them and make them relate with the freeborns cause they deserve everything the
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty-Eight (Sheila’s POV) The sky seemed angry like it was about to rain, the wind angrily licking at my skin and my weak clothing not doing justice to the cold. The weather was a clear warning for anyone to get back inside to avoid its worst but I didn’t care as my mind was overwhelmed with what happened earlier today. Life seemed cruel to me. One minute you could feel your life almost getting back on track and your happiness too much to contain and next you could end up broken, sad and lonely. Mine has been worse than cruel every turn of my life has been met with sad blows, knives, arrows, thorns and I’ve bled till I’ve lost what it meant to truly live. I never met my father as a child and when mother narrated the sad ordeal at eight I felt bad but glad my mother held his memories but to be grown and conflicted to all I’ve grown to believe is a lie. My late father could have not been my original
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-03Alpha's Rejected Slave (Sheila's POV)
Alpha’s Rejected slave Chapter Twenty- Nine Sheila’s POVThe few days that stumbled by I kept to myself in secrecy and with my little knowledge of medicines got my ankle taken care of and about the bleeding it wasn’t a serious injury as it was a direct result of the hit. Few times Tagon tried to come see me I pretended to be fast asleep or led him on that I was hurting and needed more bed rest bidding time till I went back to my slave quarters. The morning before I left, hurrying back to the slave quarter, I knew my bed and I had picked up my uniform and hurriedly went to the working field. The stares from the rest of the females didn’t affect me. If they knew the trials I've encountered then their little hurtful stares were nothing. The work wasn’t too tasking but the sun decided to burn too hot that left sweat running all over my back, forehead and palm. I finished up and went to the bathing stall to wash. After that, I returned to my quart
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Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy-Four Sheila’s POV I sat on a saddled white horse and we rode far into the night and early dawn. Tagon split the guards into four sections one to the east, west, north and south while two others accompanied us as we stayed neutralIn the midst. The area is agog with rogues and thieves.Rosalia noticed the trail and escaped into the seven hills which is a dreaded location. Rosalia to have hidden here she thought it impossible for us to come, and if that isn’t the case she must have played a dangerous game to get us trapped, and possibly killed by the rogues who run amok in these areas. Tagon got off his horse and I followed suit walking closely behind him. “Follow my lead and be observant. I think we are led on a trap.” He muttered slowly, his eyes interrogating the entire area with hawkish gazes. “But there are no houses around here so where could she be hiding?” “That hut, mete
Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy-Three Sheila’s POV Time seemed to move in slow motion till it was time to present the young Prince to the guests. My son’s nanny was sent to bring him forth, but when she returned she did without him. She looked fidgeting, her eyes clouded in tears, her body shaking out of fright. A realization hit me. Hope I’m wrong and it’s nothing. “Where's my son?” I screamed. “He… he is gone.” Her eyes fell to the ground. Tagon interjected, “Gone? To where?” “He isn’t in his baby cot and the shawl is lost. He has been kidnapped.” She burst into tears. An echo banged in my chest. “Ni…ko…”Tagon springs up hurrying to Nikolai’s room. The world tends to tilt with large voices screaming but so out of it I was knocked out, my eyes closing in on me. Next I felt my body placed on a bed, a hand wrapped around mine fingers caressing softly. I knew who the hands belonged to. My eye
Alpha's Rejected Slave Rosalia POV
Alpha's Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy-Two. (Rosalia’s Bonus Chapter) The prince is born. The smiles and pleasure on their faces as they held onto one another. Their joy is evident. Their happiness pricks my skin, stings badly like a venom eating out the very fiber of life in its prey. Every little hair on my skin itches with disgust. I stood hidden behind my veil with fixated eyes on the new parents who were enthralled with each other, they could barely keep hands off one another, a burning sting spread across my chest, reaching my tongue. Tastes metallic, cold, bitter and dirt. Bile forms in my stomach. My eyes took a quick glance on the hidden bulge of my stomach thanks to the bulky costume. As customary a week after the Prince’s birth a wide feast is to be held in his honor and people were invited to grace the ceremony. What better opportunity if not to seize the moment up close with my enemies- Tagon included. He
Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy-One Sheila’s POV “Our baby is so handsome. He has your eyes but my hair. He stole your cheekbones but got my smile…” Tagon smiles widely, chatting a thousand and one things I couldn’t keep up with. My eyes tired with dark circles, my lips bloated with burning sting, an occurrence after biting on them wailing during childbirth hours. My child came earlier than predicted and to my astonishment a baby boy was born, the next in line of his father. Diana was here hours ago but left to be with her husband after showering gifts, and words of encouragement she too couldn’t get away from the baby.A smile crept up on my chin and lips.The first time after her (Rosalia) disappearance we could feel a semblance of genuine happiness, and calm. Days after she left it felt like an eerie shadow followed us wherever we went, no matter how protected or hidden we were. We felt her presence like a dark shadow hauli
Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy Sheila’s POV “Rosalia escaped.” The cut edge tone, the way it fell from his lips the second I walked into our chamber and met him mopping the floor in thoughts of agitation sprinting from every pores in his skin radiating with tension and anger. The silence that follows I could hear my heart beat thumping loudly in my chest. What! “The baby. Our baby is in danger. She isn’t right in the head to cater to herself and her condition.” Tears coursing my tear duct, worry tugging in my chest. How would she cope outside in the wild, cold and without food and safe warm shelter? What would happen to the child she’s carrying, exposing it to risks? Any moment a few weeks to come she might deliver the healer has marked me due in a week time and our pregnancies aren’t far apart. I tried my hardest to get information from the maids Tagon instructed in her welfare, and they kept on narrating how her bump
Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's Pov
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Nine Sheila’s POV Dragging my over inflated stomach to my most intimate place as I sat on the wooden bench, legs crossed, hands resting on my bump and eyes gazing at the new blossoming plants and the sweet smell of dew. The smell of the garden blooming took more of my attention unbeknownst someone was also in the garden until I felt a tap on my shoulder and to my greatest disbelief the intruder happened to be Diana who was smiling from ear to ear. I engulfed her into a hug not minding my ever growing large bump protesting the tight hug. “My Queen, your beauty is radiating, stealing the spotlight off the flowers that you seem enamored of.” Fidelis stood down from being Beta and took for himself a land where he worked to start his family with Diana. Tagon seems unsettled to forgive him, but I catch a glimpse of him staring into thin space in thoughts thinking about h
Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Eight Sheila’s POV The tears came crashing down slowly to an extent my dress was soaked with tears, and low sobs filled the room. The journal fell off my weak grip as a tore sob rang deep within. My heritage has been a lie. The journal content documented where I was picked up, my family, and who they were. According to the journal and the content written by Salina. My original birth mother was the Luna of a defunct Pack and my father an Alpha, who befriended king Asyrian. Unbeknownst to him Asyrian has dubious intentions to steal and make himself wealthy through greedy schemes. He hacked my father to death and locked my mother in a dungeon as she was already pregnant for my father and was a few weeks due to deliver. My mother then Luna pleaded to her right hand and most trusted servant, Salina, to take the baby as hers and protect it. That night she delivered a
Alpha's Rejected Slave Tagon POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Seven Tagon’s Pov “My lord she’s growing paler and paler and she has refused food, and assistance. Her clothes are soiled and she’s unflinching in the filth she’s in.” “How long has she been without food and care?” “Three weeks my lord.” He replied tentatively. Simply nod. Rosalia has made it her mission to ruin herself and take me with her to hell. Her unrealistic intentions and revenge to hurt herself are not mindful of the life in her womb. Motherhood is to make her soft, and remorseful but what can I say she never had it in her to think of anyone above herself. The child is a means to an end, its conception meant her dominance, and plot to win a heart that isn’t hers and a throne she wasn’t meant to claim. I pushed through the long corridors, heading to the cell where she was kept in a separate cell from the rest of the dungeon. The cell was equipped with a bed, two mattresses, warmth,
Alpha's Rejected Slave Sheila's POV
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Six Sheila’s POV Blood. So much blood. My lips tasted of blood, fingers covered in dried blood, blood flowed out and in me. I smelled of blood, and breathed blood. My vision was covered in darkness but the little conscious thought strolled behind. “Hurry, she's bleeding…” That voice again. I feel strange hands taking me off, placing me on a soft mattress, pulling my blood drenched clothes and performing acts of cleaning, plus different foreign things I couldn’t make them to be and as time flew my consciousness was totally knocked off. How long has it been, when I felt my being? Consciousness slowly grips back to base, pulling me out of the ditch. My fingers trembled, my lips swollen and stinged of dehydration. It took every aura in my soul to tear an eyelid open. The scent of orchid, and other herbal plants burning in the room whipped my nostrils pun
