Chapter 27
“If anyone dares as much looks at Elena in the wrong way. Or even goes as far to harm a single hair on her body, then there shall be consequences,” Kieran warned, scanning the room warily. “You have all been warned!”
The room erupted into a tidal wave of hushed voices whispering excitedly or moans of worry from the girls that had now been put up for tender. Ministers and Palace advisors rubbed their hands gleefully as they stood up to look at the newly available women that Kieran had discarded like trash. Davina was the only woman sitting still in her chair, glaring up at me in anger. Slowly, she got up and began clapping her hands slowly.
“Well done, Elena, you have finally won the Prince over. It must be with your looks, I am guessing, as there isn’t much more going for you,” Davina sneered quietly before turning to the Prince sweetly. “You are making a big mistake, my Prince. You need to think about this!”
“What are you doing, Davina?” Kieran asked bluntly, sitting back on his throne and staring at Davina blankly. “I have made my mind up. Sit back down where you belong. You are making a fool of yourself. You just look cheap and desperate.”
“Not until you hear me out, my Prince. Do you even know who I am? I’m the seventh great, great-granddaughter of the Earl of Bluemoon, the son of the Great Alpha. I am worth so much more than Elena, who is nothing more than a poor city girl,” Davina announced, letting the words roll off her tongue venomously. “She has no wealth, no riches, and just an old haggard witch woman for a grandmother. The only thing she has going for her is her looks. I doubt Elena even knows how to suck a cock properly, let alone please a man properly in bed, unlike me!”
Before Kieran could answer, I stood up and glared at Davina angrily. “Don’t you dare speak about my grandmother like that, you bitch! My grandmother is dead! Somebody killed her! She was all I had left, and now she is gone!” I yelled, feeling my anger grow like a hot volcano. “Where I come from, sucking cock and pleasing a man in bed isn’t important as the things that I do know how to do!”
“Oh yeah?” Davina laughed loudly while crossing her arms impatiently. “Please do tell me, what skills do you have that could ever please the Prince?”
“Do you know how to cook and clean, sew and mend clothes? Do you know how to care for illnesses and treat infected wounds?” I enquired loudly, watching Davina's face drop. “Do you know how to sing and how to dance? Where I come from, caring for your man and giving them hot meals, love, care, and attention means much more to them than just sucking their cocks!”
“Ha! As if the Alpha Prince would ever be interested in home cooking and you singing a merry tune,” Davina laughed loudly. Pausing, she turned to face the crowd before pointing and turning back to face me. “Are you hearing this, girls? Elena thinks that singing to the Prince will keep him interested. Oh, honey, you have got it so wrong!”
“How have I got it so wrong?” I mimicked cheerfully before glaring across at Davina. “Enlighten me as I’d love to know!”
“The Prince is a hotblooded man!” Davina cackled ecstatically. “All they care about is getting their cocks wet and having their wicked ways with a beautiful woman who knows all the sweet spots on their man's bodies! You don’t strike me as the sort of woman who could even handle being bent over in various compromising positions while he rams you with a hard cock over and over again!”
“That’s enough, Davina,” roared Kieran loudly, making us all jump. “I suggest you sit back down and shut your mouth. Elena now outranks you, so I suggest you learn your place! Elena is more than enough a woman for me!”
“I will never listen to Elena! You have made a big mistake. Huge!” screeched Davina, turning her attention to Kieran. “If you want some immature little virgin bitch to sit on your cock and barely even make it rise, then so be it. I hope whoever killed the witch grandmother comes back and takes Elena too. They will do us all a favour! I’ll be waiting for you, my Lord and I can promise you. My body and I will make your cock as hard as a rock, and you will not stop coming for days!”
“That’s enough! Guards! Come and take this whore away from me. Get it out of my face!” spat Kieran ruthlessly while glaring daggers towards a now petrified Davina. “You have made the biggest mistake of your life, girl. No doubt about it!”
Reginald and another of the golden guards marched up behind Davina and promptly grabbed her by the arms. The ballroom quickly filled with the petrified screams of Davina, who was struggling against the men’s iron grip.
“Where would you like us to take her, my Lord,” Reginald asked curtly, ignoring Davina's petrified screams.
“Get her out of my sight,” Kieran hissed. “Take her to the dungeons. Let me think. Cell number 52, to be exact. There’s an old wooden cross in there. Tie her to it! I will come down and deal with her myself later!”
I watched as the two guards dragged Davina back towards the grand oak doors and out of sight. The castle was filled with the echoes of Davina's terrified screams and pleads of forgiveness which fell on deaf ears. *What was Kieran going to do to the woman that hated me so much? Would he kill her? Or would he torture her? He said he would deal with her himself. What did he have in mind? *
Carlton slowly got up from the floor and silently made his way back towards his throne before sitting in it in silence. His face was dark and like thunder, but you could tell he wasn’t going to argue with his Alpha brother. Kieran coughed once more, turned to face his ministers, and smiled gratefully.
“Hurry up and choose your new girls,” Kieran ordered, waving his hand towards the nervous women in front of him. “This whole affair is boring me, and I’ve got matters of importance to attend to.”
Before anyone could say another word, a servant in a long grey tunic hurried into the ballroom and made a beeline for Kieran. Bowing respectfully, the servant handed Kieran a piece of parchment before bending once more and rushing out of the room.
“Hmm,” Kieran mused thoughtfully before turning to me. “Come, my dear. Hollie, Brooke, you both too! It seems we are needed in the hospital wing. The autopsy results on your grandmother have come back!”