All Chapters of From Slave To Wolf Queen: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Bellatrix SinclairI stare at the skimpy maid’s uniform on the bed, blinking profusely to make it disappear. He really thought of everything to make it even sluttier, thigh-high socks and chunky black heels. Lazarus strolled out of his walk-in-closet, fully dressed in a three-piece suit.He looked sexier than I anticipated in midnight blue, emitting this powerful aura that demanded your attention.Shaking my head, I cannot be this weak in his presence. “What the fuck is this?” I pointed.“That is what you are required to wear.” He responded casually.Narrowing my eyes, “Are you insane, this outfit reveals everything. I can’t even bend down without my ass showing.”Lazarus flashes that twisted smile at me. “That will be a sight to behold.”“Lazarus.” I snapped.His obsidian orbs shimmered with mischief as he stepped towards me, “I think you are forgetting your place here. You are my slave Bellatrix; you serve me in any way I see fit and for now – I want to see this beautiful body in th

Lazarus de LoughreyWe were summoned to the green district by the Alpha of Nightclaw Pack. Which led to my current predicament, staring at the three perpetrators cuffed and chained to the ground, kneeling at my feet.“You must have realized the consequences of your actions.”“Yes, My King.” They spoke in unison, detestation in their tone.I’ve been aware of the human rebellion since the beginning, what started as a rumour has quickly manifested into a full-blown army.These three were caught by Alpha Edward Milton and he informed that they committed treason by storing equipment and weapons in an unknown storage unit. Before I arrived in Nightclaw’s Palace, assessing what they had been stockpiling.Firstly, the weaponry they had stolen were from Kingdom’s soldiers stationed at the borders, essential survival gear for the front lines and yet these humans managed to steal it without anyone noticing.“They were planning to use it at the next genetic screening.” Edward informed.“A demonst

Bellatrix SinclairPanic clawed at my throat, my lungs burning from deprivation. The expansive room coloured pitch-black and slowly closing in. Lifting my head and catching a glimpse of a portrait on the roof that appeared to be of 18th century that depicted bloodshed between wolves and humans. The wide mouth of a black wolf, his fangs bloody as he tore a chunk of flesh from a human. This couldn’t be considered art; it was a slaughter, and it was terrifying.Glancing at the floor constructed of mirrored tiles and faced with my reflection of trepidation. Everything was black, from the rectangular table covered in dried blood to the gigantic X against the wall, shackles on each four posts.There was no escape, every direction reminded me of the impending torture I was about to face. A lump formed in my throat, I should be strong, but I couldn’t control the anxiety wreaking havoc upon my insides.His guards removed the handcuffs, my shoulders aching from being pulled. Honestly, why am I

Bellatrix SinclairServing the King breakfast is one of my duties as his slave. I’m uncertain why a full spread is prepared when he always chooses scrambled eggs on toast and black coffee. This time, he sips on his coffee while reading on his tablet.We were alone, the new head maid ordered to leave once I laid out the dishes. I can feel his gaze searing through the fabric and branding my skin like he did last night. There must be something wrong with me to like what he did to me.An exquisite blend of pain and pleasure, an addiction that burned through my veins like lava.“Bellatrix.” He calls in that deep, sultry voice as he rose from the chair.Swallowing the desire that threatens to ruin me, focusing on the way I loathed serving him. “Yes, my King.”Lazarus towered over me, darkness exuding from his pores and electrifying my senses. He backs me against the table, hands settling on either side and caging me in. Mischief danced within his blackened orbs, fingers curling around my th

Bellatrix SinclairI’m dusting the books in the library when Lazarus enters, “I have a surprise for you.” he announces.Glancing at him over my shoulder, giving him a dry look. “That usually isn’t a good thing.”Lazarus rolls his eyes, “Karina will help you, be ready in one hour.”“Where are we going?” Arching a brow at him suspiciously, “If you’re going to kill me, no need to dress me up for the slaughter.” I explained.Lazarus exhaled, annoyed. “Just be ready, no excuses.”“Not like I have a choice.”My heart quickened as he made his way toward me. It had to be the sex clouding my judgement, but it’s also Karina’s words of his true position of power. I’m torn on where to direct my anger; I’m wavering in my hatred towards him.He towers over me, and we lock eyes. I can never understand him especially when he fingers trace the collar on my neck. “For one night.” He uttered, removing the collar.A cool breeze brushed against my naked throat, there was never a physical weight to it, but