Mated To The Alpha King

Sarah twisted and turned on the cold concrete floor, trying in vain to get comfy enough to fall asleep. She had been living in this very dungeon for five years, yet she still couldn't get used to the funky scent and the crappy food—and neither could she stand sleeping on the spiky floor. She had cramps all over, and her neck felt as if it was falling off her shoulders. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to try and elevate her head using the small, rusty plate she had been fed with not too long ago.

As Sarah tried to bear with her everlasting torture, a loud clang against metal sounded. Then, someone spoke loudly. That voice belonged to none other than Mr. Knack, the owner of the Human Trade branch she was currently residing in. "Today's your lucky day, sluts. The mighty Damon Kalesto—" He stretched out the word 'mighty' with thick malice as his heavy footsteps resounded through the dark dungeon, striking fear into all who heard him approaching. "—is coming to get himself another sex slave, so everyone's gonna get to see daylight for a few minutes. You better keep yourselves in check because anyone who acts out will eat and sleep with my c*ck down their throat…got it?"

A series of submissive ‘yes, sirs’ from the other women followed his warning, but as for Sarah, her curiosity was just beginning to surface.

"W-who is this Damon Kalesto?" she dared to ask, sitting up slowly despite the lower-back pains that plagued her. From day one, they’d never been allowed out of their cells unless they were chosen, bathing, or dead. The werewolves were the ones who entered the dungeon and chose whoever suited their tastes. So now that this particular person was receiving special treatment, she was simply curious about his identity and influence.

But Mr. Knack thought of the question otherwise. His eyes narrowed, and he cracked his neck in preparation for what's was to come. He threw the leather whip over his shoulder, then walked closer to her cell until Sarah could vaguely see him through the rusty silver bars. "You dare to speak up when I didn't ask you to?" he said, grinning wickedly as he fished the key from his chest pocket and shoved it into the keyhole.

Sarah immediately curled herself into a ball. She knew exactly what would happen after Mr. Knack grinned like that…and it certainly wouldn't be a good experience. "Sorry," she mumbled, covering her mouth as she realized her mistake. She shouldn't have said anything. She should've just kept her mouth shut.

But if she was going to regret it now, there wasn't any use. Mr. Knack showed absolutely no mercy whenever anyone disobeyed his rules, and once he was hellbent on having her punished, he'd definitely see it through. "I guess you didn't learn your lesson yesterday, so I'll make sure you know to keep your mouth shut this time around…clothes off!" He smirked while unbuckling his belt as he slowly walked up to Sarah with the eyes of a predator and the expression of a complete lunatic.

Sarah didn't want to do it. Her mind and body were totally against such a disgusting idea. However, after so many experiences, she knew that resistance would not get her anywhere…it'd only make things worse. With a pale face and hesitant movements, she reached for the straps of her dress and began to slide it off her shoulders, but just when her breasts surfaced from under her clothing, one of Mr. Knack's subordinates came running in, alarm printed on his face. "Sir, the Alpha King is expected to arrive within an hour! He only wants to choose from humans who have blue eyes and black hair!"

The predatory look faded from Mr. Knack’s eyes, and he quickly shuffled to fix his pants, his keys jingling in his hands. "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and find all the women he wants! We can't have him displeased, or it'll be the end for us!"

Sarah's eyes swirled with confusion, and her fingers went stiff around her straps. She didn't know what the sudden rush was for, but she sighed in relief either way. She was thankful for whatever this disturbance was because otherwise, she would have been completely done for.

***

Within a few minutes, all human women with blue eyes and black hair were placed on a large podium, and the chair designated for their client was left in front of them. At first, they had been well-organized into five horizontal groups of ten, but that alignment was soon long forgotten, and now, the girls were bundled up against each other, some whispering amongst themselves while others stood silently as they waited for another command. Sarah was one of the silent ones crammed up at the back. After all the years passed, Mr. Knack had already discarded the possibility of her ever getting chosen, so he always made sure to place her at the very back. She didn't mind because she too thought the same thing, but what she did have a problem with was how suffocating the place was.

It was the first time she had been outside the dungeons in years, but she couldn't even enjoy it to the fullest. All she wanted to do right now was head back to the dungeons. The longer she stayed, the blurrier her eyes became and the more jelly-like her feet felt. Her blue eyes and black hair were to be blamed for this calamity.

A few minutes passed before Mr. Knack announced that the Alpha King had arrived and was now voicing his instructions, but Sarah was the only one who hardly paid him much attention.

She blinked rapidly in an attempt to get rid of the blurriness in her eyes and held onto the shoulder of another woman when she found herself struggling to keep her body upright. Biting her lip, she moved her eyes away from her feet and craned her neck to see the cruel werewolf who had made her stand so long that she could hardly even breath.

With one single sweep, her eyes spotted a man sitting in front of the podium and staring coldly at all the women before him. If he was the Damon Kalesto Mr. Knack had spoken of, then she wasn't sure if he had come to find a sex slave or to kill them all…because the look on his face was definitely a deadly one.

But despite how dangerous he appeared even from afar, Sarah couldn't help but admire him. He was wearing a spotless blue suit with a white undershirt and blue tie. His black hair was arranged at the back nicely, giving a good view of his perfect hazel eyes, full lips, and sharp jawline. Every single thing about him was spectacular, but when it came to his eyes, all else seemed like a shadow from behind. Beauty such as this had never graced her eyes before…not from what she remembered. All she had seen for five straight years was Mr. Knack and his lackeys. To put it bluntly, they weren't a beautiful sight.

Aside from his looks, there was something else that drew her to this Damon Kalesto, something that somehow felt like a magnetic pull. Once she looked at him, she couldn't tear her eyes away. Was it the dangerous vibe he gave off? The dominance his eyes demanded? Or was she just merely drawn to him the way a woman was to a man?

She couldn't tell why, but she was sure that this man was very different from the rest.

For the first time in her life, Sarah felt a bit self-conscious when the man’s eyes travelled across all the women and landed on her. Her stomach instantly did a few flips. This feeling was new to her, and she had no idea what it meant, but the guy seemed to know exactly what was going on because a second after he laid eyes on her, his eyes bulged out of their sockets and he immediately flew out of his seat.

Sarah stiffened, a blush on her cheeks. She really wanted to continue staring at his face while examining his alluring features, but a sudden dizziness caused everything around her to blur. Because she was caught up with their staring match, she failed to realize that she had been sweating nonstop all along, and now, even her hair, which was supposed to be blowing with the wind, was now stiff against her skin. It didn’t take much time for her legs to decide to give out, and she fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes as her heavy eyelids drooped to veil her blue orbs.

Panic enveloped the women around Sarah, but before anyone could even take a good look at her, a golden-eyed figure shoved through the crowd swiftly and warm hands took her into their comfy embrace, igniting tingles along her skin.

Whispers erupted among the girls, but Sarah could barely hear a thing…the only word she managed to make out were the words of the person who was holding her.

"My mate. Mine!" the husky voice thundered just before she blacked out completely.

Damon Kalesto was sitting on a small stool in his living room. His eyes were glued to something—or rather someone who had taken his breath away in one swift motion. He studied her every feature, from the long lashes on her eyelids down to the almost unnoticeable pimple at the side of her lips. He knew that it was a creepy thing to do, but he couldn't help himself. She was just too beautiful not to admire.

He noticed everything, including how her small button nose twitched whenever she shifted and how her lips protruded into a pout every once in a while. His eyes caught every single detail and imprinted them all in his mind. Everything about her, he wanted to know. Everything she did before she met him, he wanted to know. Everything…just everything.

He was trapped since the very moment he laid eyes on her. Her blue eyes had pulled him in with ease, and he fell deep into her abyss. He knew exactly what that dazed, inebriated feeling meant…she was his mate.

After what happened ten years ago, he had been so sure that his chances of ever having a mate were zero, but now, it was shocking to see that he actually had one…not that he wanted one in the first place.

The thing was, he wasn't very fond of the whole mate thing. He thought of it as an unfortunate string that tied together two random souls that weren't really meant to be. Plus, nobody had the right to tell him what to do, not even the Moon Goddess who had created him. He alone must decide his fate…who to love and who to despise, who to protect and who to kill.

However, now that he had gotten a first-hand taste of the mate bond, he had a totally different view. It was the first time in a long while since he had ever felt so intrigued and attracted to a woman. When they stared at each other, he hadn’t wanted the experience to end, but then, before he could even open his mouth to speak to her, she had blacked out.

He was angry at the fact that he hadn’t gotten to hear her voice. He was angry at the fact that he had been living in such luxury while she had been living under harsh conditions. And lastly, he was angry at the fact that she was full of cuts and bruises all over her body. All he was desperately waiting for was her confirmation that the Human Trade workers had done this to her. That was all he needed to wipe them all out in the blink of an eye. From now on, anyone who dared to touch, hurt, or even look at her would feel his wrath.

"Damon." Alexis, one of his sex slaves, came bouncing into the room. Damon cast an irritated glance at her for a split second before placing his full attention back on his mate. She pouted but didn't say anything about it. "I have never seen a werewolf who is mated to a human," she started to say while eyeing Sarah with a disgusted yet envious glint in her eyes. "How is this even possible?"

Damon clenched his jaw. Who did she think she was to question him when he too didn't even know the answer—nor did he want to know! He didn't care about why and how; he just knew that she was his mate…nothing else mattered.

Alexis jolted as soon as she saw his deadly glare. That look in his eyes only meant danger, and she knew it. Without another word, she shuffled out of there with her tail between her legs. But as she was turning the corner, she mumbled something that she thought Damon wouldn't catch. "Don't come crying when you meet the same doom as ten years ago…"

But Damon heard every word, and he was livid. He had the urge to crush her face with his bare hands, but he didn't dare ruin his moment with his mate. Alexis could wait for later…after all, she could never leave this house, so he had all the time in the world to rip her to pieces.

An hour after just sitting and watching his mate, Damon saw Sarah finally stirring awake. She opened her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling, the fresh air drifting into her nose feeling very foreign to her senses. Bright light was escaping through the window and touching her skin delicately, leaving it glistening before Damon's onlooking eyes.

With all these unfamiliar things taken into consideration, Sarah soon realized that she was not in her cell.

She jolted into a sitting position and was about to turn her head in the direction where Damon was sitting when she felt his warm breath tickle the skin of her neck. She immediately stiffened, her breath hitching and heart rate quickening.

Damon's nose nuzzled into her, sniffing as it travelled along her neck. "Hmmm," he hummed against her, basking in her delicious lotus flower scent. The first thing he wanted to do was ask her how she got the bruises on her skin, but he tried to refrain from doing so. It was better to make her feel comfortable first before asking her anything about herself or what had happened in that dungeon.

When silence reigned for too long, he took one last whiff of her scent and then looked up at Sarah questioningly. Seeing the anxious look on her face and the dark shade of red that coated her cheeks, he leaned back a bit and reluctantly pushed his stool further outwards to give her some much-needed space. He was heavily irritated by the distance, but he willed himself to bear with it for her sake.

Sarah finally released the breath she had been holding and turned to slowly look at the stranger, her mind filling with dread. His voice had already given her an idea of who he was, but when she turned and looked at the man who had captured her attention for a second time, she couldn't help but feel bombarded by his untouchable beauty. Just like before, she unknowingly paid no attention to the fact that he knew she was staring at him and continued to do so on impulse, feeding her desire to burn his features into her memory.

"Speak," Damon demanded, his nonchalant, authoritative tone instantly grasping her attention. He was getting tired of waiting for her to say something when it seemed as if she wouldn't be speaking anytime soon. He desperately wanted to hear her voice, and as such, curiosity was about to devour him.

Sarah mentally slapped herself. She had been so busy ogling him that she completely forgot that she was in an unfamiliar place. "Where am I?" she asked frantically, finally taking a glance around the room. The house was larger and more spacious than anything she had ever seen before, so her awe was bound to reach great heights.

She was sitting on a grey couch that could probably be passed off for a bed because of how large and comfy it was, and in front of her was a glass table that separated it from another of its size and colour. On the grey walls, there were numerous paintings of wolves and such, and the shelves to her left were filled with a mix of books and trophies. The space seemed somewhat empty, but Sarah couldn't help but be mesmerized.

"This is your new home," Damon told her, watching her intently as her eyes circulated. He definitely liked how impressed she looked. If it took only this to wow her, then he could only imagine how happy she'd be to see the rest of the mansion.

"My home? Why am I here? Did something happen after I passed out? Have I done something wrong?" Her awe was gone, and she was getting worried now. She didn't know what was happening or how much trouble she was in. "Whatever it is, I'm sorry! I was just feeling a little dizzy at th—"

Damon pressed his finger to her lips without hesitation, halting her rant immediately. "I am the Alpha King, and I chose you. From now on, you are my possession: mine to keep and mine to protect. You will stay by my side, Sarah…where my eyes can always reach you."

Tingles sparked at her lips and spread across her skin. Then, once again, her heart rate picked up again.