Fifty seven

Alpha King's sex slave

Talitha’s POV

The heavy pounding in my head has me feeling battered and the pains came with a bone crushing shock when I peeled my eyes open to see the face of the man I despise.

His charade screamed his fakeness. I didn't want to spend a second in the same atmosphere as him. A displeasing feeling settled at the pit of my stomach.

He tried forcing himself on me and a bigger scream broke out. The force awakens hitting my bones and something breaks. My eyes slowly drifted close as I got bundled out of the chambers leading me to an unknown destination but my fizzle brain was all over the place with pains at my lower abdomen, pains forcing down my head to roll to the side.

I heard the sound of metal my brain processing what sounds to be related to the-

“Dirty Witch.” The guard holding me pushed me roughly into a cold dimly lit dungeon and the doors shut right up my face as I laid on the floor running out of breath. The push grazed my forehead.

My eyes caught the hurtful liquid seeping through me.

“Noooo…” I screamed at the sight of red crimson my vision hazy with tears at the realisation of what happened.

“My child you left me alone. Why did you leave?” I broke into a sob caressing my stomach. The troubles encountered have successfully stressed a pregnancy. I think back to Asrian's kick.

“He killed my child. He… has done what he did to his brother an heartless soul!” I cursed rolling myself into a ball.

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Minutes turned into hours and hours into days and in that progression. A life marred by pain and suffering became my bread as I drank of its sorrow.

Few weeks ago Amari was sent by Asrian to confirm the miscarriage. I cried into her arms for hours as she whispers into my ears and we cried together. A mourning parade. The love in her eyes to see me holding on despite the chaos that chose to traumatise my life time after time she held me feeding my strength with her powerful words of encouragement.

The pain was too much to bear and if the gods could grant me one wish I would gladly plead to take my life. Every moment of life is filled with pain.

A pain so strong to break the strongest, to rupture a bond into despair. Amari took care of my body with herbs and drinks.

We cried together again when she found out I didn't miscarry the child but could without better attention. We kept it a secret from Asrian; he must not know my child survived his attacks.

The clicking of the cell door picked my interest on who was at the door that early in time. The sun wasn't out and the cock had crowed thrice.

The cell door creaked with a hard push by a guard I've never seen before as he widened it to create a passage for someone.

My breath hitches when he walks into the cell with a devilish smirk, his eyes took a sip of me running from my dishevelled smudged hair, to my cotton dress rubbed in dirt to my black knees and fresh cuts gotten from the hard floor.

For months sleeping on floors and eating whatever little meal Amari sneaked in. I rejected his act of kindness twice and ever since then he let me starve.

“Are you here to check on my death?” I rise from the floor staring at him right in his eyeballs.

“If I wanted you dead I would have done that a long time ago. The day you got captured would be the perfect excuse.”

“Then what brings you here?”

“The stench is killing you deserve somewhere better, with clean air, a full banquet and a glamorous room. I can make that possible Talitha. It's been months now, don't test my patience any longer, accept me and watch me transform your life in a minute.”

“The delusions from a delusional king. Over my dead body will I serve you in any kind of manner. I'm owned by Alpha Hades and only he has a right to lay control. Why don't you kill me and save yourself the trouble of talking me out of my decisions.” I blurt out.

“Don’t mention that name and when next you do I'll…”

“You will do what, kill me like you murdered my innocent child? It irritates you to listen to his name being mentioned. Whether you like it or not Alpha Hades is the rightful ruler of Arni, not you. You keep chasing validations and all has backfired. No one wants a tyrant for a king!” I spat on his face, spittle dropped from his eyebrows to the side of his cheeks.

“You crossed a line. I will show you what I'm capable of.” He smote his palms together and the door opens with two mean looking guards. I hadn't seen these two before and they acted strange, looked strange even. Did Asrian replace the old guards and bring new ones?

“Get rid of her clothes!”

“Don’t come any closer.” The guards reached for me dragging my bulky clothes, shreds after shreds it flew to the floor, my bosom and womanhood exposed to the prying eyes of the perverted king.

The guards bowed before Asrian and walked out. I tried using my hands to protect my baked body for his gaze as he advanced towards me. My little bump was noticeable and he could see that I was still pregnant.

“You and Amari deceived me. You were pregnant all along and kept it hidden. Bloody traitors.”

“Hurt me but don't touch my child, it's everything I've got left.” I pleaded as he dragged me forward slamming me to his chest as I felt his erect Cock.

He threw me to the floor and joined me at the floor widening my legs placing it to his shoulder. “I will take your body roughly more roughly than you have ever experienced and that thing growing inside will flush.”

I saw his hugeness as it sprang out ready to plunge into me. A dizziness hit my brain, drowning my senses as he held my throat on chokemode.

Who was going to save my child and I from this monster this time?

I give up. My body drowned and I blanked out into pain.