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All Chapters of Enslaved Princess of the Lycan King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40
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31.ZAHIR
ZAHIRAs I sat in the tense meeting, I could feel the heat rising within me, fueled by my anger towards Serafina. She had instigated this gathering of the wolves, and I couldn't shake the urge to seek retribution against her.My frustration grew with every passing moment, and I knew I needed to find an outlet before it consumed me completely. The urge to punish Serafina and derive pleasure from it plagued my thoughts, driving me to the brink of madness.As I looked down upon her kneeling form, I couldn't deny the power dynamic at play. I knew I could use it to my advantage, to make her suffer and derive satisfaction from it. My anger surged through me, and I yearned to release it, even if it meant using Serafina as my target.I stood before Serafina, my manhood fully exposed and rigid, glaring at her with disdain. She stared at my size with a mixture of awe and terror, biting her lip in anxiety. But I couldn't wait for her to act. I needed to demand her to service me and fulfill my de
Read more32.HERA: His Mistress.
HERAAs I paced back and forth in my room, a smug smile played across my lips. The anticipation of what could possibly be happening to Serafina at the hands of the council members was almost too much for me to bear. I essentially wanted to watch the council members break her spirit and witness her downfall with my own eyes. However, I wasn't allowed to witness. My mind raced with a myriad of possible scenarios that could have occurred during the council session. Had they subjected Serafina to mental, physical, or emotional abuse? Had they humiliated her in front of the court and made her feel utterly powerless? I couldn't help but revel in the excitement of the unknown.The satisfaction of seeing the princess suffer would be almost too sweet to bear, too bad I was denied to see the end–product of my plan manifest. Maybe the council members had even gone as far as taking her as a hostage to hold over King Zahir's head, for killing Timothee's son. Or maybe King Zahir himself would thr
Read more33.HERA: His Mistress.
HERANervous anticipation bubbled within me as I approached the grand entrance to King Zahir's chambers. With a deep breath, I raised my hand and knocked on the door, the sound ringing out and echoing down the long corridor."Your Majesty," I called out, my voice wavering only slightly as I waited for a response. "It is I, Hera. May I humbly request an audience with you?"A thick, daunting silence hung in the air as I waited, my heart pounding against my chest like a drum. The weight of the moment was intense, and I fought to steady my nerves as I heard heavy footsteps approaching the door. After a tense moment, the door creaked open slowly, revealing a towering guard on the other side. His armor jingled slightly as he bowed his head respectfully, allowing me entry into the chambers. "My lady," he intoned, his voice deep and solemn. "The King has granted your request. Please enter."With a determined breath, I stepped forward, walking past the guard and entering into the chambers. K
Read more34.HERA:His Mistress
CHAPTER THIRTY–FOURHERA As I opened my wardrobe to grab a cloth, I debated for a second about whether or not I should even go through with this plan with Pam. Would she be caught? She was just a slave girl after all and was practically brainless; though this was a simple task, these girls have a way of messing things up. After deliberating for a moment though, I decided to give it a try and grabbed the cloth.I carefully laid it out over my bed, making sure it was spread out evenly with no creases. There was no way I was going to let this dirty slave girl sleep directly on my bed and ruin them with her stench"Lay on it," I ordered, pointing to the cloth. Pam wordlessly climbed onto the bed. I watched as she climbed onto the makeshift bed, making sure to properly position herself on the cloth. I made my way over to my linen closet and sifted through my bedding until I found a spare blanket sheet. I didn't want her touching any of my pillows or blankets. So with precision, I wrappe
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CHAPTER THIRTY–FIVESERAFINAThe traumatic experience I had earlier that day plagued me throughout the night, leaving me in tears and unable to shake off the memory of what had happened. My mind replayed the scenes where Zahir had stripped me naked in front of the council of jeering men and forced me to dance for their amusement. The worst part was when he then made me pleasure him, treating me like a mere object for sexual relief. I felt violated and powerless, lost in the despair of the moment. It was as if my body was no longer my own, but something to be used and abused by others. The light from the moon shone brightly in our dimly lit quarters, casting shadows on the cold, hard floors where I lay. The silence of the room only made my sobs louder, the only sound inhabiting the space where we slept. The stillness of the night amplified my agony as I struggled with my inner demons. I grappled with the constant barrage of self-blame, wondering if I should have agreed to be
Read more36.ZAHIR
ZAHIRI woke up the next day feeling an intense sense of bitterness and agitation. The previous day's meeting with the council had left an incredibly sour taste in my mouth that stubbornly refused to dissipate. As I sat at the edge of my bed, my mind was consumed with a whirlwind of emotions - frustration, anger, and betrayal all churning within me.I couldn't shake the feeling that those wolves, particularly Lord Timothee, had no respect for me or my position as their king. It was true that I had done so much to improve their lives - from liberating them from the tyranny of the humans to ensuring their safety and wellbeing at every turn. But despite all of that, they seemed unwilling to acknowledge the respect that was due to me.For a moment, my thoughts turned to the possibility of a coup—that perhaps these wolves were plotting behind my back, eager to overthrow me and seize control of the throne. The only thing that held them back was likely the fact that they knew I had been the
Read more37.SERAFINA
SERAFINA As I labored in the scorching sun on the slave fields, I couldn't help but replay the events of yesterday's council meeting over and over again in my head.My encounter with Zahir and the council members had continued to fill me with utter humiliation and degradation. Each time the memory resurfaced, it cut into me like a sharpened blade, immersing me in a whirlpool of emotions that I couldn't escape.The soil felt gritty and dry as I dug my hands into the earth, wrestling with the stubborn weeds that refused to budge. The beads of sweat that trickled down my back and forehead only added to the discomfort. But as challenging as the physical labor was, it paled in comparison to the mental anguish I was experiencing.As I became lost in my own thoughts, a group of slave girls passed by, their giggles and chatter audible from a distance. I longed to join them, but the intensity of my inner turmoil had rendered me unable to interact with anyone. My sense of alienation deepened
Read more38.SERAFINA
SERAFINA. As I made my way towards the grand kitchen, the tantalizing aroma of freshly cooked meals wafted through my nostrils. I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated as I approached the large door that led to the bustling kitchen. Nevertheless, I gathered my courage and stepped inside, only to find a group of maids already busy preparing ingredients for the day's feast. As soon as they noticed me, their eyes widened in recognition and warm smiles formed on their faces. I felt a bit relieved as they welcomed me with open arms. "Hello, Serafina," one of them said. "What brings you here to the kitchen today?" I forced a small smile and said, "Just wanted to check if everything was running smoothly, that's all." "Oh, we're doing just fine, thank you," another maid chimed in, carrying a giant pot filled with steaming soup. "But, uh, this is a chef-only zone. Are you sure you're supposed to be here?" I looked down at the basket of harvested vegetables in my hand and then back
Read more39.SERAFINA
SERAFINAAs I slowly made my way into King Zahir's chambers, a sense of fear and anxiety washed over me. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, and I felt as if I was going to collapse at any moment. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes, knowing that the look in them would make me tremble even more.The tray of food felt heavy and cumbersome in my hands, causing my palms to sweat profusely. As I approached the table, I tried to steady my breathing and focus on the task at hand. However, the piercing stare of the king made me feel exposed, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over me.My legs trembled as I stood before him, the weight of the tray feeling heavier with every passing moment. Memories of the humiliation and pain that I had endured at his hands flooded my mind, making me feel like I was going to collapse under the weight of it all."Do I have to tell you to drop the meal before you do so, or will you continue standing there like a daft statue?" Zahir
Read more40.SERAFINA
CHAPTER FOURTYSERAFINAMy heart was pounding fiercely in my chest with fear. I could feel the sweat on my palms as I tried to remain composed, but his angry voice echoed in the room and made me shrink into myself."Did you hear me, Serafina?" His eyes were narrowed, and I could see the anger rippling across his face like a thunderstorm. I wanted to turn and run, but my neck was still solidly gripped in his hands. I gave a fervent nod in response, "Y–yes your highness." My throat felt tight with fear. His grip around my throat tightened, and I gasped, feeling the sting of his nails sinking into my skin.He glared at me for a long moment before releasing me, and I fell to the ground, my hands trembling as they reached for my throat. The pain was sharp and unyielding, but I knew I had to remain strong."Get out of the room!" His voice boomed throughout the chamber, and I scrambled to my feet, trying to pick up the scattered dishes from the ground.As I hurried out of the room, I could
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