DESDEMONA

I bit the corner of my lip, my fingers shook violently as I lowered myself. The man spread his legs wider, mocking, giving me no escape. My vision blurred, my chest rose and fell so fast I feared I would faint, yet all eyes stayed glued to me.

“Slower,” he taunted, his voice heavy with amusement. “Make sure it shines when you’re done.”

Laughter erupted from the tables, echoing like thunder through my ear. The beauties on Alpha’s lap leaned closer to whisper in his ear, my eyes dropped even more, knowing there is no escape.

I dared to look at him, his expression was unreadable, cold, watching as though this was a test I had to endure. His hand never left the women’s thighs, his attention split between their touch and my disgrace.

Tears stung my eyes but I blinked them back, I lowered my head until my forehead nearly touched the man’s leg, shame flooding me up, my own body not working in my own command. My hands clenched into fists against the floor, nails biting my skin, the urge to scream caught in my throat.

Was this my fate? To be the joke, the plaything, the cursed bride crawling before a stranger?

The hall went silent the moment my hand hovered near the man’s trousers. My chest burned, shame clawing through my body.

Just as the man opened his mouth to mock me further, a sharp, cold voice cut through the laughter.

“Enough.”

The room froze, and all smiles seized on the guest's face.

Alpha Alaric rose from his throne, the two women still clinging to him as though they could anchor his power, but his presence was a storm breaking loose. His eyes locked on me first, burning, unreadable, a heat that made me feel both condemned and claimed in the same breath. Then his gaze shifted to the man who had humiliated me.

“Did I give you permission to touch what’s mine?” His voice was calm, too calm, yet it carried a weight that made the air heavy.

The man paled instantly. “I–I meant no harm, Alpha—”

“You dared to make my bride kneel before you like a whore,” Alaric’s words struck like a whip, the crowd shrinking back from the fury in them. He moved closer, the women scrambling to keep up, but he shrugged them off with a flick of his wrist as though they were nothing.

Alaric stopped directly in front of me, his hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to lift my head and meet his gaze.

My body trembled, my lips parted in a silent plea.

“Remember this, Desdemona,” he murmured, his voice only for me though the entire hall leaned in to hear. “No one humiliates you, no one dares to touch you, you are mine alone, my slavery bride.”

And then, without looking away from me, his hand lashed out. The sound of his palm cracking across the man’s face thundered through the hall.

Gasps followed, servants shrinking back.

Blood spilled from the man’s lip as he stumbled back, eyes wide with terror.

“Get out before I tear your throat open.”

The man fled, still holding his burning cheeks. No one dared to question Alpha Alaric, or stand up to him, but why am I his slavery bride?

I was still trapped by Alaric’s grip, by his words, and the way every gaze in the hall burned into me, he dragged me out of the hall immediately.

His grip was tight, and I was unable to break free even from all the struggles, he did look back, neither see my struggles, his eyes were cold as eyes and every maid kept their head low as we walked past them.

I saw Celeste in the corner as well, I wanted to scream for her to help but I knew it would be useless, it would only get her in trouble as well.

“You are dismissed,” he said to the guards standing at his door. Without another word, he opened the door and threw me on the bed.

My face lightened up, knowing what he was about to do, I wanted to plead and beg, but my lips were sealed shut.

He took off his shirt, and hurriedly captured my lip, his whole body was burning up and his breath was heavy. I could feel the hunger in his lips, the way he devoured my lips, and his tongue dancing in my mouth.

His hand moved Drow from my neck to my chest and he squeezed my boobs. Without hesitating he tore off my clothes, my boobs were exposed and he was staring as if it was the only amusing thing he had ever since.

My whole body aches from the weight of his body and I wanted to push him away remembering how his hand was placed on the woman's thighs just now. I am sure that he is playing one of his games on me again and I am powerless.

I tried to fight back and pushed his chest, but he captured my two hands and placed it above my head. He tied my hands down above my head.

My face turned red from the way his gaze burnt looking at my boobs. This is not the first time he is seeing me naked, why is he acting differently today?

He tore the other part of the cloth, and I was lying on his bed pacing under his breath.

“Don't try to fight it, because there is no escape for you, you are to warm my bed, you should be happy that you were given that privilege,” he whispered into my eyes, and I shot my eyes closed.

A moan escaped my lip, which took me by surprise. I don't want to do this, I don't want to respond to his touch, but my body is not listening to my command.

He yanked me from the bed and parted my leg slowly.

Just as he was about to instant his finger into my pussy he knocked on the door interrupt.

“This is Beta Theodore, sorry to disturb you but there is an urgent matter that needs your attention,” he informed.

My chest paced even more, my whole body yawned for his touch.

“Come in,” he said before using the blanket to cover my body.

Beta Theodore entered the room, I gazed at me, and I looked away immediately. I still remember his warning to stay away from Alpha Alaric, but he is the one that keeps getting close to me. There is nothing a slavery bride like me can do to stop his master.

He moved to Alpha Alaric and whispered something to his ear.

“I will be back, wait here,” he said before putting on his shirt. He did not turn back, he left me naked and tied up. But there is something that hurts more, he acted as if he wasn't attracted to me just now as if it was a mistake.

My gaze burned, I wanted him, my body craved for him, never felt like that before. I liked the way his burning hand explored my body, placing comfort in my body. Just now I felt at ease by his touch, not in the same way I was treated, it was different.