Chapter 1- Clara

I approach the Alpha King’s bedchamber. Fear courses through me. He’s claimed me as his slave and I know what he plans to do with me. Tonight he will take my virginity without mercy. He might even kill me. He’s not going to be gentle and I’m human he’ll be able to rip me apart without any effort.

Knocking on the door I want to turn and run, but the warriors behind me won’t let me get far. The Alpha King wants his human slave tonight. He’s wasting no time with calling me to his bedchambers. I know what awaits me on the other side as I push back tears. I won’t cry in front of him. You were a princess, I remind myself. I can do this. I can let him do what he wants. Obeying is my only option. If I rebel, if I try to stop him, he will punish me and that scares me more. He’s probably itching to whip me or find some reason to hurt me. 

“Enter.” I hear his ruff voice. 

The guards open the doors for me. I’m barely inside the room when I feel woosh off air and shutting off the doors behind me. The Alpha King's people hate me. My father enslaved them, he tortured them, he made them do sexual acts, and I can only imagine the other horrors. I’m well aware of my father’s cruelty. I’ve been on the brunt end of his fists and he always found a reason to slap me. 

To the outside world my father and I had a loving relationship, behind closed doors he loathed me. I was supposed to be a boy. He killed my mother for giving him a girl. He probably would have killed me if he didn’t think he could use me as a pawn to marry me off to someone for his gain. My father had no love for me and I hated that I was ever his daughter. I hate him even more now because I’m paying for his sins. I’m about to get my virginity savagely taken from me in some twisted revenge. 

Alpha King Killian was the son of the Alpha of his kingdom. He’s now Alpha King because he rules both the humans and werewolves in this kingdom. My father was cruel to him. I know that. I hated that my father had slaves, I hated that he was cruel to everyone including me, and I hated that he breathed air while my mother was buried in a tomb in the royal cemetery. Killian and the rest of his people hate me. They see me as the monster's daughter that did unspeakable things to them. They don’t realize I was a victim just like them. No they don’t see that and they never will. 

Swallowing what little pride I have left I approach the Alpha King who sits at his desk. His room is large, it’s my father's room or that’s what I assume was his room. I actually never saw much of the castle. I tended to be locked away in my room for safe keeping till my father needed me to be on display. His pretty daughter that men lusted after. He knew this. He was hoping one of them would offer to marry me, but no one wanted allegiance with him. The other werewolf kingdoms with their alpha leaders dared not intervene in human politics. They protected their own people over the fallen werewolf kingdom.  The human kings didn’t care for my father’s cruel act. While they may not love werewolves they didn't agree with enslaving them. So both the werewolves and humans left the kingdom Cardana alone. 

My father ruled with an iron fist. He was cruel there is no doubt about it. I’m not blind to his acts like everyone thinks. I tried to help them. I didn’t want a slave, but my father insisted I have one and so he gave me Nora. She was around my age and sweet. I took to her because she was the only friend I had. I was kind to her and it made her feel guilty that the rest of the pack was suffering. So, we helped them. We’d get into the kitchens and fill buckets of food and bring it to the slave town where all the slaves who didn’t work in the castle lived. We’d bring medicine when we could. I couldn’t risk being seen, so I hid under a cloak and wore slave clothes. Nora explained I was badly scared and didn’t want to show my face. No one questioned as it was not unheard of for my father to silver to burn the werewolves and then make them take wolfsbane so that they couldn’t heal quickly. 

I tried to make up for his sins. I thought maybe just maybe my kindness to the slaves would help attempt to make up for the wrongs done them. Now, I’m about to suffer at the hands for my help. It’s my fault I was scared of my father and what he would do to me and Nora if he found out so I hid. I shouldn’t have hid. If I made my identity known maybe they would not hate me so much. The worst part is I can’t blame them, they are angry, hurt, and they will take their vengeance out on me. I guess my good deeds weren’t enough to make up for my father's sins. Now, I must pay the price and be the Alpha Kings slave. 

Killian looks up at me, his tan skin has faint lines of white scars. His face is handsome even with the scar that runs down his right cheek. I was there for that. My father took a silver blade to his face. I don’t remember why, but I’m sure he does. I saw what father did to the slaves and I knew they had it worse than me, but I still feared what he would do to me. I always expected his anger to one day go too far. I fear I’d end up dead, that was the clear worst case scenario. He could have crippled me, sold my body, and I dare not let my mind go down that path. No, not right now. I’m already scared as it is. 

Killian rises from his desk. I forgot how tall he is. I’m average height, but Killian is at least three to four heads taller than me. He stalks towards me and I can practically see the fumes coming off him. His cold blue eyes are cold as ice and it sends a shiver down my spine. Oh, heavens I don’t think I can do this. I thought I could. I thought I could escape into my mind like I did when father would hurt me. No this is too much to bear. Heaven have mercy. 

“Strip.” Killian commands as he approaches me. 

I only have on a simple white nightgown. It’s nothing. I was bathed and put in this nightgown. He is in simple black pants and a black tunic shirt. He must have changed out of his battle clothes and washed up because he was no longer bloody and dirty. My hands tremble as they reach for the hem. I close my eyes trying to overcome the fear. My breathing is getting heavy, no, not now. I can’t have a panic attack now. I fear tears prick my eyes. So much for not breaking down in front of the Alpha King. 

Suddenly I’m yanked by the collar around my neck that  the Alpha King has placed on me. I guess since werewolves were forced to wear collars, Killian is repaying me with the same kindness. My eyes flash open to be faced with a fuming Killian. He’s going to kill me. He’s going to take my virginity, enjoy my body for his pleasure, and kill me. Everything flashed before my eyes and I couldn’t stop myself from shaking more, nor could I stop the small sob that escaped. 

“While I like the scent of fear on you, slave, you will do as you are told. Strip.” He commands. 

For a moment I think he’s going to strike me when I see his free arm move. I instinctively flinch. “Please dont’ hurt me.” I begged. 

How many times have I said those words? How many times have I begged? I lost count. My words and pleas always fell on deaf ears and they will do the same tonight. Killian seems slightly surprised by my reaction. 

“Did you think that I would hit you?” I nod my head. 

I can seem him questioning the situation. For a second I swear I see a flash of remorse, but it’s quickly replaced with hate. Pure burning hate. He will only ever see me as the daughter of his tormentor. My pleas will never be heard by him. Not tonight, not ever. Another small sob escapes. Why can't I control myself? Is this my breaking point? Is there where the madness I’ve been expecting to take over finally takes over?  

“I said strip unless you need my warriors to help you. I’m sure they’d love to put their hands on you.” I know his threat is real. He lets go of my collar. 

I need to get a grip on myself. My actions are only making things worse. I want to scream, cry, and run, but that is not an option, at least not now. Finding courage I take off the nightgown and avert my eyes from his intense stare. His stare is burning me alive. What is he thinking? Is he already not happy with me? Does my body disgust him? Doubt creeps in, pushing me further into myself. Then I feel his hand slip under my chin. He grabs it forcefully and yanks my head to look at him. A panging feeling spreads in my neck from his forceful grip. 

“Your body is almost flawless. I’m going to enjoy taking your virginity. I’m going to enjoy using you for my pleasure. I’m going to hurt you. I will take my anger out on you. You will endure all I have and then some.” 

“Please, Alpha…” His growl cuts me off. 

“It’s Master to you.” He corrects me. 

“Sorry, Master. Please, please let me talk for a second before you do whatever it is that you want with me.” I beg as a small sob escapes me. 

“Why should I care what a slave has to say?” His coldness burns into my soul. 

“Because you were a slave three years ago. Wouldn’t you want to be heard?” I asked, hoping that maybe I could plead to him. Tell him the truth. That’s how I know I'm at a breaking point. I’ve officially lost my mind if I think he is going to listen to me. 

“I was never heard. No, my screams of agony were all that mattered.” He forces me to my knees and my eyes water from the pain. “There is nothing you can say that will stop me from taking you to my bed and using your body to my heart's content.” 

“Please. I’m sorry for what my father did, but I’m not him. I tried to help your people.” 

“Dont’ lie to me, slave. I should punish you for lying. Perhaps I will.” An evil grin comes across his face. He walks over to a dresser and pulls out to my horror a black whip. 

“No, please. I’m not lying. I swear I’m not. You can ask my former slave Nora. She will confirm my story.” My eyes swell with tears. 

This is not going well for me and instead of just sucking it up, I have to make things worse and open my mouth. Then a rude awakening thought hit my mind. What if I’m trying to antagonize him so he will kill me? Death has to be better than what Killian has in store for me. He will tear me to shreds with a smile on his face and laugh while he does it. 

I’m stupid I know he won’t listen so why do I keep opening my forsaken mouth? Maybe I do want to die. I watch him stalk towards me like a hunter who is about to play with his prey before he kills it. He kneels down to my level. “Your tears won’t save you. Nothing is going to save you because nothing ever saved me.” 

“I’m sorry for that. I couldn’t stop my father’s cruelty, but I did help you once you just didn't know it was me.” 

An amused look dances across his face. “Pray tell me, slave, when did you help me?”

“It was right before you escaped three years ago.” I was sixteen at the time and he was twenty. I was still a young child when my father enslaved Killian’s kingdom. I was around six.  Killian was older and because of that he witnessed a lot of horror over the years. “You were badly whipped in the courtroom for refusing to do something. I was never told what it was, all I knew was that you were hurt. Nora and I had been sneaking out for almost a few years at that point. You know Nora. The short brown hair girl who always came with food, fresh supplies, and medicine?” 

“Yes, everyone knows her and the cloaked girl. They were angels, but they were both werewolves.” He glares at me clearly not buying my story. 

“No, the cloaked girl was me. I didn’t want to get in trouble with my father, so I hid who I was. Nora came up with the burned story. We needed a cover. We also found a way to mask my scent by Nora rubbing up against me and me wearing her clothes. To be sure I took wolfsbane knowing it would mess my scnet up. No one ever figured it out. That night, I tended to your wounds. It was the night you promised my alternate identity that you would escape and come back to save your people. You asked my name so you could look for me. I told you Claret because I started to say my real name without realizing it and when I did, I had to make something up. Tell me, have you been able to find the burned girl who helped you that night?” 

“It can’t be true. How did you find out this information? Did Nora tell you?” He accuses. 

“No she didn’t because she wasn’t there when I was taking care of you she was helping a sick child. I knew your plan and I didn’t tell my father. I could have, but I didn’t. I kept my mouth shut hoping you’d keep your promise. I wanted you to kill my father. I hate him just like you. Don’t fall for the facade he forced me to put on or else he’d hurt me.” 

“You look perfectly fine to me. I don't see any scars.” 

“He wouldn't do anything to leave marks that would ruin his prized cattle. I was the biggest selling item he had. Do you know how many marriages he tried to arrange for me, but no one would accept his offer. He didn’t love me. I was supposed to be a boy and I’m clearly not, so he hated me for it. Please, I’m telling you the truth. You can confirm it with Nora. No doubt she’s been making a scene trying to get your attention to tell you the truth. To beg you to spare me from your wrath. You can take my virginity, have my body whenever you want, force me to bear your child, I don’t care. Just don’t take your wrath out on me in the form of physical and mental torture. I can’t take it. I will kill myself if you don’t kill me first. I swore that night while I took care of you that I would kill myself if things ever got that bad. I will do it.” 

The scary truth. I knew I would do it. In my heart, mind, soul, and every fiber of my being that I would take my own life before I had to be physically and metnally tortured. I can give him my body. I can also hope that being willing and the truth will stop him from being harsh with me during sex. For a second I think he believes me, but I know I’m crazy. He is only listening to my story so he can say I’m lying and then beat me mercilessly with the whip which I’m sure was done to him on many occasions. 

“I will confirm with Nora tomorrow about your elaborate story. If she doesn't tell me the same thing then I will punish you in a way you can’t imagine for lying to me, so you better hope you just didn’t dig yourself a bigger hole. Tonight I will take your virginity and I will have your body for my pleasure. I will however not whip you or hurt you too badly because if and I mean if there is even a shred of truth to your story then….It doesn’t matter. You will please me tonight as your master because you are still my slave.” 

“Yes, Master. Thank you for listening to me.” I was grateful he listened that he was going to at least confirm my story. I knew Nora would confirm my story. She is my best friend and she will try to help me. I have to believe that. I have to believe she will not literally leave me to the wolves. 

He stands and tosses the whip across the room away from me. I sigh in relief, but I know I’m not completely spared. He is going to take his wrath out on my body and while he might try to hold back in fear that my story is true, he will still get some form of revenge. I don't know if confirming my story will do anything at all. I’m by no means expecting him to set me free. I’m his slave and that is not something that can easily be undone, or maybe it can. I truly don’t know how Killian runs his freshly reclaimed kingdom. 

Killian undoes his pants and his large cock springs forward. He’s already hard. I’ve seen naked slaves before, but I don’t recall ever seeing a cock so large before. Werewolves are naked for when they transform, but father never let them. Killian stands before me towering above me. I’m on my knees still. 

“I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours first and then I’ll enjoy the rest of you. Open your mouth.” He commands. 

I do as I’m told, fearing what he might do if I don’t. I don’t know what I’m doing and Killian knows this so he guides me on what to do. I suck his cock for several minutes attempting to get the hang of pleasing him. I start to hear him groan in pleasure and that’s when I know I’m doing something right. I’m not sure how long I suck and lick his cock, but soon his release is shooting into my mouth. Instinctively I swallow. 

“Get on the bed, lay down, and spread your legs.” I stand and head to the bed and do exactly what he says. He comes over and gets on the bed. He towers above me, but he’s not fully on top of me. “Touch yourself and prepare yourself for your master.” 

“Touch myself?” I question. What could he mean?

“You expect me to believe you’re that innocent, that you’ve never explored your body before?” 

“It’s hard to explore your body when it’s injured a good portion of the time.” I give him an honest answer. I know he probably won't accept it, but at least I can say I didn't lie. 

“Give me your dominant hand. I will show you.” he instructs. I give him my right hand and he lowers it between my legs. He takes my pointer finger and along with his slides our fingers between my folds till we land on a small nub. He moves my finger in circles around the nub and suddenly I feel something strange happening. “That is your pleasure spot, well your main one. When I tell you to touch yourself this is what I mean.” 

“I understand, Master.” 

Killian nods his head and lets go of my hand. I continue rubbing my so-called pleasure spot as a delicious sensation spreads across me. It feels wonderful. Why have I never tried this before? I know why, but still. I can’t help the small moan that escapes me. Oh heaves, why is this so good? I feel my vaginal wall muscles clench as I reach the edge of my pleasure. I look at Killian who had burning lust and hate in his eyes. 

“Did you enjoy your first orgasim?” He asks, leaning over me and covering my body. 

“Yes, Master.” I say between breaths. 

“Enjoy it while you can because the next part will not be pleasurable for you.” I feel him rub the head of his cock in my wetness and then he pushes inside of me. He grabs my wrists in one of his hands and pins them above my head. His grip is hard and I can already feel the bruises forming. When he finally pushes all the way in I cry out. Gone is the good feeling I had because now pain has replaced it. 

Killian isn’t gentle as he harshly thrusts in out of me. His free hand pulls and twists my nipples in a painful fashion as he switches between my nipples. I whimper from his harsh and unforgiving touch. He slams into me harder and rough like he’s enjoying the pain he’s inflicting on me. He probably is enjoying it. He hates me and right now I hate him for what he is doing to me. My first time with a man and I’m savagely and ruthlessly handled. 

My mind wanders when he will finish. How long this will take and what he will do after he’s done. Each painful stroke has tears forming in my eyes. I can almost feel myself swelling down there from his rough and savage handling of my body. Not to mention his hands bruising my wrists or the other hand that he turned my nipples into aching red peaks. Finally he growls out his release. He doesn't hesitate to pull out the moment he is done. I’m in a state of shock. I can’t believe that just happened. 

“Get out of my room.” He commands, but I can’t move. Tears stream down my face as I find myself rolling the fetal position to protect myself. Killian is already dressed. “What are you doing? I said get out slave!” 

His words just don't compute in my head. I close my eyes and wish for something better. Isn’t that what I’m always doing, looking for a silver lining to my cruel life. Killian comes over to the side of the bed glaring at me. My body aches in all the wrong and right places. 

“Please, don't make me move. It hurts.” I  begged. I feared what leaving his room would mean. If I left then anyone could attack me. The guards outside the Alpha King's door might even do something to me before I can leave. 

“I don't care, get out! I will summon my guards if you don’t move.” He threatens. 

“No, please. What will happen when I leave here? There are many waiting to get a piece of me. Please, I know you don't believe me, but it’s true…” 

“Enough!” He shouts. “Fine you can stay, but you sleep on the floor. I’m only doing this because if there is truth to it then I don't want anyone touching you besides me. You’re right if you leave now the guards will have their way with you before you even make it back to your cell. In fact I wager you wouldn't even make it to your cell without someone hurting you. 

“Thank you, Master.” 

After several moments I find strength and get off the bed. I curl up on the floor afraid for what my future holds. I cry softly to myself as my achy body lays on the hard floor. Why is this happening to me? How did I just go from one cruel monster to another and for all I know Killian could be worse than my father. After All the way he just took my body means that whatever he has planned as his revenge on me isn't going to be pretty. I know he was holding back. He must have some humanity in him if he is willing to hold back till he finds out the truth. Still I don’t have much hope. I haven't had hope in years and whatever little I had when Killian finally killed my father was going the moment he put this forsaken slave collar around my neck. My body needs rest and so I cry myself to sleep like I have so many nights before, but this time I know there is no hope for a better life.