Chapter 30 – The Unwanted Daughter’s Three Mates

Shock flared through me.

Why was she jealous?

Did she think I was here to take the King from her?

If that was the case, she had nothing to worry about.

She could have him.

She could keep him.

I never wanted any of this to happen. The last thing on my mind was getting into trouble over the King’s attention. I wasn’t that desperate.

“I asked her, not you,” she snapped, her voice laced with anger.

I nearly tripped under the intensity of her glare.

“Who are you? What are you doing here? What is your name?” she bombarded me with questions, demanding an answer all at once.

Fear gripped me, shaking me so hard I nearly forgot what she had asked.

Reluctantly, I raised my head, struggling to find the words.

“My…” My voice trembled, refusing to cooperate.

“Can’t you talk? Has the cat got your tongue?!” she barked, her hateful eyes flashing at me.

“And next time, when I speak to you, your eyes should be pinned to the floor. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I murmured, immediately lowering my gaze to my feet.

I had no desire to cross this woman. Her anger radiated from her like a raging volcano, thick and suffocating.

Relief flooded me when she finally turned on her heel and walked away, muttering something under her breath.

Her legs wobbled slightly with each step.

She had been thoroughly used.

“Go in,” the guard’s voice snapped me back to reality.

My stomach twisted as the massive double doors swung open, revealing the most breathtaking room I had ever seen.

In any other situation, stepping into such luxury would have been a dream.

But not today.

Not this time.

My legs threatened to give out as I inched forward, feeling the weight of the King’s gaze.

I froze in terror when the doors shut behind me with a deafening bang.

Panic surged through me, beads of sweat forming on my forehead as the realization sank in-I was alone with King Damon.

And I had no idea what he planned to do with me.

My fear multiplied tenfold as he rose from the couch, leaning lazily against a nearby table.

A dark smirk tugged at his lips.

I blinked rapidly, forcing my blurry vision to clear.

I needed to see everything.

I couldn’t afford to make a mistake.

“King… Damon,” I greeted, struggling to form the right words. My fear heightened as I heard his heavy footsteps approaching.

“Let’s get this straight. The moment you enter this castle, you cease to be the Alpha’s daughter. I don’t care if his blood still runs in your veins. You don’t belong to your parents anymore, and you are not above anyone here-unless I say so,” he stated harshly.

“You belong to me. You are my property. Mine. Mine to use and dispose of when I’m bored. You are a bot; your feelings are unwelcome. Your services include pleasing me, not the other way around. You are a toy, and you will always remain as one.”

Dumbfounded by his words, my head remained bowed, my eyes glued to the floor as tears gathered in them. I was done. This was the end of my life.

“And you don’t get to call me by my name.”

“I’m sorry… my… King,” I stammered, my eyes tightly shut as I awaited his wrath.

His words were like painful lashes, striking across my body, bruising it and leaving permanent scars. When I thought Nathalia was cruel, I had found her master.

“That’s better,” he said, going silent for a brief moment. “Come closer,” he ordered, making my blood run cold. I felt as though my heart had dropped from my chest.

Come closer? Why?

I preferred a bit of distance.

Unable to move, I remained in my spot, head bowed, silently praying for him to dismiss me. My heart thundered, threatening to explode in my chest as fear and anxiety overwhelmed me.

Someone help!

Fighting was useless. He was far more powerful than I was, and resistance would only invite further punishment.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. I hate it!” he growled, making my heart leap in fear.

Each step felt unbearably heavy as I made my way toward the table he leaned on, trembling as if I had seen a ghost.

Before I could process what was happening, his large hands caught my slim waist, pulling me toward the strangely wide table.

It happened so fast. Before I could turn to resist, I was pinned to the table, his bulge pressing against my lower back.

“Please,” I cried, unable to move any part of my body as his fingers roamed freely over me.

“Don’t beg.”

With those words, my clothes came off, leaving me almost bare before him.

Aurora

Like an eel, I slipped out of his grip, wiggling free before taking a few steps away from him, creating a significant distance between us as my chest thundered in fear.

Anger flashed in his narrowed eyes as he clenched his teeth, gritting them furiously.

The loud bang of his clenched fist on the table warned me of my disobedience, but I remained rooted to the spot, adamant, with my eyes tightly shut and my mouth slightly open, muttering a silent prayer. His furious gaze conveyed hidden messages, but I chose to remain blind, refusing to let my eyes meet his.

How cruel he was to demand my body on the very day I was brought in. He didn’t even allow me to pass the night to rest my tired bones and regain strength.

He was cloaked in selfishness.

All he cared about was satisfying his high libido.

To think he had just finished having sex with his mistress. Wasn’t that enough for the day?

Must he have a taste of me?

What else did he want from an inexperienced, naive girl who knew nothing about sex?

My body trembled as though I had been thrown a bag of ice, and fear engulfed me.

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