Hated By The Rogue Alpha

I gathered my clothes upwards to make walking easier for me. It had been a month since I had arrived in the Elavan Kingdom, and I still had not gotten used to the rough pathways that served as hallways in the palace. It had been one month since I realized that I was going to fail and I hated it. It made me itch and it made me want to scratch my bones.The reason why I was the Elavan Kingdom in the first place drifted into my mind and I swallowed. My job was simple: make the Crown Prince, Karl Collins Edwards, marry me. A simple job that I had failed to do for the past month. As I increased my pace, I remembered standing in front of my father, my head held high, promising him the marriage scroll in two weeks.I also clearly remembered that the ministers in the throne room had clamored that my younger sister be sent instead. She was more beautiful and enchanting than I was. She would get the job easier than she would have but I was adamant on going; my mother’s pleas and reasoning had f

I didn’t know how long I had been in that room for. I had stopped counting and I had grown numb to everything that was happening. The room was immersed in less darkness because the broken window had gotten even broken and more cracks had appeared in it, letting in more streaks of light.I stared at the untouched plate of food a few meters away from me and hugged my legs tighter. Tears streamed down my cheeks at my situation once more. My father had died and I had killed him.I had killed him by being a useless daughter. I was so useless that I couldn’t even get him a marriage scroll that would solidify his position in the Council of Kings. I spent over one month trying to convince a bastard to marry me. I had long known that there was nothing like marrying for love as a princess, so I was barely bothered about the fact that there was no love between me and Karl. I just wanted to marry him for the benefits that it would serve my kingdom.It was the least I could have done for him but y

My right hand held my left hand as Aurora led me through long hallways, and I was sure that if I tried to find my way myself, I was most certainly going to get lost. My left hand had been scarred, and my new bracelet made it hard to carry. My face was still tear stained as I walked behind her.The fresh scent of her shampoo waffled quietly into my nose, and jealousy seeped into my veins as I tried to keep up with her pace. I hadn’t even taken a proper bath in almost a week, and whoever had given a bath, or, in proper words, a scrub, had done a terrible job. I didn’t dare say a word. The iron sponge used to scrub my body was making my body ache terribly, but I didn’t dare voice out a word.As I walked behind Aurora, I began to think. I had learnt her name after Jonathan had said something to her. She was the head slave, and for one, I already knew that she disliked her. That was already very clear.As we kept walking, I could easily see the kind of looks other people gave me: hostile,

I hug my legs tighter to myself and my head feels dizzy. I had gotten too much stimulation for one day, for two weeks. For some reason, I was yet to process my change in status. I had gone from a not so loved Princess, but nevertheless a princess to a slave who was slapped and bullied at every chance they got. It made me livid, made me angry and pissed but there was nothing I could do. This was my life now, a life I didn’t want, a life I would rather die than take, it was a life I didn’t wish on anyone.Aurora’s words came rushing to me in an instant, Here, you are a slave, we do not do the serving, you do the serving. It was getting glaring and glaring that the former life was becoming a thing of the past. It was becoming even harder for me to reconcile my actual life with my present situation. And asides that, Juniper’s words had not left me yet, I was alive and that was the most important thing. That I was alive. Being alive means that I can get my revenge on Jonathan, being alive

Nobody seemed to know how I had gotten back to the quarters that night, even though I didn't know. After my outburst I solely believed that Jonathan would have thrown me to the pigsty to feed with them but he had allowed me to go back to my quarters. My bed was now isolated to one corner of the room but I could be bothered less about that. I laid down on my back hoping that the gallons of water I had emptied in my stomach could sustain me till the next morning. My reality was dawning faster and faster on me. I had starved for a full day. I had eaten nothing for a full day. I was starting to become a joke and a hated and annoying one at that. I stared at the ceiling of the room, hoping that somewhere in my mind I'd realize that this was just a bad dream and I woke up back at home. I didn’t realize when I had slept off until I felt someone shaking me and I slowly opened my eyes, coming face to face with the enlarged face of my personal maid, Runa.“Runa?” I called out slowly as I trie