All Chapters of Alpha's slave, the eternal submission: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Mehera.I trailed behind Agnes, my steps are hesitant and I constantly have to look back. Bertha pushes me to go further. We have descended into the lowest servant wing. It is a dimly lit and musty part of the castle where the servants responsible for cleaning the pipes and other menial tasks resided. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and the unpleasant odor of the castle's inner workings.The corridors are narrow and the walls are lined with worn, wooden doors, each leading to small, cramped rooms where the lowest-ranking servants slept.“This is where that whore deserves to be.” Agnes whispers and I look at Bertha who smiles.“What about her servants?” I ask.“Those fools…I have departed them from her. I have sent them to another division.” Agnes says and a part of me feels sorry for Yeri. But what can I do? This is not about her. It is about me being the queen that I deserve. Maybe when this is over, I will recover her from here and place her somewhere slightly better.

Princess Yeri.The smell of horse dung is thick in the air. I tie a napkin around my nose and mouth in a desperate attempt to block out the worst of the stench, but it does little to help. My hands are dirty, gripping the handle of a broom as I sweep the muck into a bucket.The straw on the floor is mixed with dung and urine. I stick my tongue into my throat in order to control myself from vomiting. I put my weight into each sweep, my arms are aching from the effort. For a moment, I stop to stare at my hands, they are red, begging me to stop doing this to them. The sweat from my brow drip down, soaking the fabric tied around her face.“Wow, you finally did it.” A stable boy says, looking around. He is a man with warm bronze skin, light brown hair, which is tousled and slightly too long, falling into his eyes. His eyes are a clear shade of hazel, flecked with hints of green and gold. His clothes are simple—worn trousers and a loose, sleeveless shirt that clung to his form with sweat,

ContdAlpha King Orizon.“Do you even like her?”“Do you even want this or are you just angry?”“Are you just making decisions in anger?” Camille expresses. I have not replied to one of her questions yet, she continues to put them forward. I do not look up from my task. I run a cloth along the length of the blade, his focus seemingly entirely on the weapon in his hands. The rhythmic motion of my cleaning is almost hypnotic, the metal gleams brighter with each pass.At the last question, silence stretches out. The only sound being made is the quiet rasp of the cloth against steel.“Camille, do not ask brother about these things. Do not know he cried?” Asher says and I lift my attention to him.Seeing that, Asher turns his face away and Camille looks at me in worry.“Your cried?” She asks.“No.” I say, fixing my sword in its scabbard.“You cannot let this pain consume you. You can’t make decisions in retaliation.”“Mehera is here because I told the dowager that I was ready to marry in t

Alpha King Ozar.I cross my legs, sitting side by side to Mehera. I have a workload if shit to do yet, I have to listen to the rules and regulations of matrimony. The matrons of intimacy have been going from one law to another as if I am a novice in bedding a woman.“A woman is delicate as a flower, you must remember that, Your majesty.” The male matron says and I nod, participating mindlessly.Talking about flowers, the scent of Yeri’s skin is nothing short of roses. Kissing her…heavens, kissing her made me feel like a good man. Like a man who had the world in the palm of his hands. I have conquered kings and queens, warriors and chariots, but the feeling of being a conqueror was most felt when I held Yeri, looked into her eyes and believed that she had feelings for me too.Such an idiot.“A king has his needs and Lady Mehera, you must remember to satisfy your husband completely…” The female matron continues and I exhale.“You must be submissive to your king….”Talking about submissi

Alpha King Orizon.Each sip of the whiskey burns down my throat, it does not even provide a temporary relief from the aching in my heart. The room is silent except for the clinking of the glass as I pour myself another drink. As I lift the glass to my lips, I close my eyes, trying to drown and numb my senses. Why did I catch her scent again? Was it her or am I mad? First, it was at the stables. She haunts my dreams. She haunts my reality. I will be marrying Mehera in two days but tonight, I must let go of everything that pulls the string between Yeri and I. The mate bond. I have to reject her tonight.I have to cut it off. If I do not, she will continue to hold me back. Her scent will continue to find me even if I were to walk into the valley of the shadows of death.“Agnes!” I yell.Quickly, she comes into the room and stares at me.“Where is she?” I ask, without mentioning her name.“Y—eri?” Agnes stammers.I do not answer. I simply look at her.“If there is something you want to te