Alpha King’s Sex Slave

(Preparation for the battle of skulls)

Asrian’s Pov

I led him to my sleeping quarter's which was a mattress of worn out broken straws, cracked walls, cobwebs, and spiders parading littered the corner, and a heavy slab of stone that served as my bed for now.

“You turned lemons into lemonades impressive,” he says in his stammerer speaking manner.

I handed him a mug of sour wine and he waved it off.

“I brought the poison.” His hands went under his cloak and slowly retrieved a black bottle with a red cork at the top as he held it on display. My gaze was fixed on...