Mated To The Ruthless 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 and yet she still couldn’t get used to the funky scent and the crappy food, 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 in not too long ago. But what else could she do? This…was the inescapable life of a sex slave.

As Sarah tried to bear through the torture, a loud beating against metal sounded then someone spoke loudly, the voice belonging to none other than Mr. Knack; the owner of the Human Trade branch she was currently residing at. “Today’s your lucky day, sluts. The mighty Damon Kalesto—” He stretched 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 see daylight for a few minutes. You’d 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 sir’s from the other women followed his warning, but as for Sarah, her curiosity was just beginning to surface.

“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 usually 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 of his identity and influence as she should be.

But Mr. Knack thought of it otherwise. His eyes narrowed and he cracked his neck in preparation for what’s to come. He threw the leather whip over his shoulder then walked 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 cell 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...

“S-Sorry.” She mumbled, quickly 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. He showed absolutely no mercy when anyone disobeyed his rules and once he decided she would be punished, he’d definitely see it through.

“You clearly haven’t learnt a thing so I’ll make sure you know to keep your mouth shut this time around...Clothes off!” He unbuckled his belt, walking up to her 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 against such a disgusting thing, however, she knew that resistance would not get her anywhere at all...it’d only make things worse. Paling, 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 barging in, alarm printed on his face. “Sir, the schedule has changed and he is expected to arrive within an hour! He wants to choose from humans with blue eyes and black hair!”

The predacious look faded from Mr Knack's eyes and instead, his face mirrored his subordinate’s. He shuffled to fix his pants, the keys jingling in his hands as he moved. “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 of us!”

Sarah’s eyes swirled with confusion and her fingers went stiff around her straps. She didn’t know what the sudden chaos was for, but she sighed in relief either way. She was thankful to whoever this Damon Kalesto person was, because if it weren’t for him, she would have been completely done for.

Within just a few minutes, all human women with blue eyes and black hair were led to stand on a large platform and the chair designated for their client placed up front. 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 that had passed, Mr Knack already discarded the possibility of her ever getting chosen so he made sure to place her at the very back. She didn’t mind because she too thought the same, but what she did have a problem with, was how suffocating this placement was.

It was the first time she had been outside the dungeons in a very long while, but she couldn’t even enjoy it to fullest. All she wanted was to simply head back inside. The longer she stayed there, the more sweat crawled across her skin. Her knees were close to buckling too.

These blue eyes and black hair of hers were to be blamed for this.

What felt like hours passed before Damon Kalesto's arrival was announced. Mr Knack’s voice boomed through the air, voicing his next instructions. But by then, Sarah couldn’t even manage to listen.

She blinked as a wave of dizziness passed over her, holding onto a woman’s shoulder when she found herself struggling to keep her body upright. Biting her lip, she darted her eyes from the floor and craned her neck to see the cruel werewolf who had made her stand so long that she could hardly even breath.

With one sweep, her eyes landed on the man sitting up front, staring coldly at all the women before him. If he was the Damon Kalesto Mr. Knack spoke of, then she wasn’t sure if he came to find a sex-slave or to kill them all. The look on his face was deadly, and from his demeanour to his appearance, everything about him exuded authority.

Still, despite how unapproachable he seemed even from afar, Sarah couldn’t help but stare. He sat there in a neat blue suit, leaning an elbow on the armrest as he watched them. With his black hair slicked to the back, his full lips and sharp jawline were a dangerous lure. Then, when it came to his eyes, all else seemed like a shadow from behind.

But besides his looks, there was something that drew her to him, something that felt almost magnetic between them. She didn’t dare blink, for she found herself unable to look away. Was it the submission his eyes demanded? Or was she just merely drawn to him like a woman to a man?

She couldn’t tell which one but it was different. He felt different.

He shifted, his gaze sweeping across the crowd and landing on her. Her stomach instantly did a few flips. This feeling was new to her and she had no idea why it was happening with a man she'd only just met. But while there was just confusion on her end, his eyes bulged the second he looked at her, and he immediately flew out of his seat.

He seemed struck with realization. But what exactly?

She wanted to figure it out, to understand what this was, but another wave of dizziness made everything blur around her. She had been sweating all along, and now, even strands of hair that were blowing with the wind, had become stiff against her skin. Her strength evaporated quickly and her legs gave out under her, sending her slamming into the floor.

Panic swarmed the crowd, but before anyone could even touch her, a golden-eyed figure shoved through and warm arms took her into their embrace, igniting tingles along her skin.

Whispers erupted among the girls but Sarah could barely hear a thing except for the words of the person who was holding her...

“Mate. Mine!” The husky voice thundered, just before she blacked out completely.