Talitha pov

Alpha King's Sex Slave

(A good life)

Talitha’s POV

“Mama!”

Xander giggles as I rub his back rocking him to a chair as we sit watching the sunset. The young boy is my double twin taking over my features even to my crimson colored eyes. He only took after his father's skin tone and also their mannerism on dictatorship the rest were after me. I felt I cheated Hades considering how obsessed he was over a son and got a son who was taking over his mother.

He teases me over our son a lot and after the rough birth we choose not to have babies anymore. Xander is a special child and we hope to invest in his positive grooming. It's been three years and life has been bliss filled with perfection surrounding us in every corner.

Don't get me wrong, what I meant was in regards to my love life with my husband and King. Hades and I got married a year after the birth of our son. A simple but glamorous wedding by standards all that mattered to me was getting married to the man who stole my heart. The extra things weren't necessary in my terms. In other aspects of our lives tragedies and enemies tried to mess things up for us.

Some Alphas conspired to get Hades out of the way and sent a war letter at the abolishment of the Witch hunt. It has been an eventful scenario but we pulled through and came on top.

I turned him to face me and ruffled his hair and saw him roll his eyes fighting my hands to arrange his hair. A little perfectionist that was Xander. “So my little soldier, it's time. Sleep calls.”

“No.” He protests with his childlike baby voice.

“It's a must you have to sleep my little prince. Obey mama and get rewarded with lots of sweets.”

“No.” he fumed.

“Xander!” The door of my chamber was broken to the floor the eighteenth time. It would be changed half of the year.

Children make parents grow nuts but with Hades he enjoys acting crazy.

“This little monster scared me. I thought of him to be in his princely quarter's but here he is saddled on his mother's lap.” He took a stroll at us. He walked to me as one who never did shit few minutes ago by breaking down a newly fixed door. Xander sees him and goes off my lap running to his father's arms and I see him lift the little lad twirling him in the air. The little man giggles in the room and I watched them lovingly with my mother's affection to the surface and the prudent wife I've been to see my husband being happy. His safe haven, his peace and resting place from troubles.

“Papa...”

“I wasn't invited to the party, bad boy very bad Xander.”

Diana walked in with a tray of confectionery and Xander loves her snacks a lot and so do I especially her ginger biscuits and how it melts on the tongue smoothly. The flavor is not hard or faint, just pure taste buds friendly.

“Dandan...” he calls her in what he could pronounce. His father lets him down as he hurries to Diana to eat a bite. I birthed a brat everyone wants a piece of him and he knows it too well. The maids adore him, the guards are ready to swing in action from a simple cry to protect their Heir. Sometimes I feel selfish of myself from putting a lock on childbirth at least to take some attention from Xander. The whole kingdom is tense and watches him like their life depends on it. I can't blame them, he's the only produced heir.

The last time I scratched the topic on trying for the second time Hades wouldn't have it bringing back home difficult I couldn't push for hours. He was right. I would have died if not for the interference from Diana and months later I asked if she simply had to draw her energy to help me which cost her a week of paralysis keeping her in bed, dry, sucked up and hurting.

“Come with me, little man, your parents need some time alone.” Diana picks him up and winks at me, making my cheeks blush from her naughtiness. Maybe I low-key wanted a private moment with Hades work had been too tasking taking a toil on the both of us.

I commenced the building of the Witches quarters a white castle constructed with luxury. Hades gave me the go ahead in putting things together and I watched over the construction till it was built and my sisters moved in.

Witches were no longer under attack from fear of the Alpha with news travelling far and wide of the havoc he wreaked on three packs who did it in secret. Other packs learned their lessons not to mess with the order and so it has been. Witches were no longer hunted down, our women were mixing with the Wolves population getting married and bearing their offsprings.

No segregation, killings, predatorial ruling and Witch hunt which Haded made sure of. He is indeed the hero in all this. My part was speaking sense into the movement and every day I bless the day I met him even in unpleasant circumstances. He had given me so much. A child, a name, power, love while I've done nothing more than increase his workload setting him up with multiple enemies. Low-key I feel I am not good enough but I know the man loves me too much to think otherwise.

The three years have been a lot of happy tears when I take a look back at the past and see how far I've come and do much more to cover but in faith with positivity.

“You look beautiful as always but today is top of the list. Did you do something different?” Hades covered the distance crouching to my seat angle and got his fingers lost in my hair.

“Stop flirting, you're too old for that act like a father” I blushed, hiding the excitement his compliments had on me getting off the seat to leave but he blocked my path pulling me into his arms like he always does.

“Only for you my Queenie. Wify you're a bad girl for looking this good.” he sinks his tongue to the mark on my neck. It burned hot with his tongue on it. We mated officially after our marriage and it was the best day of my life but nothing tops when I delivered Xander the feeling of a mother was priceless.

“I didn't do anything extra than brush my hair, Hades. You gas me up when I do the slightest things.” I reply slanting my neck giving him better access. My mark feels more than a bond to me; it's our oath and proof of our love, a dangerous love.

“The tiniest of things you do blow my mind and how can't I gush over the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my hands on, and the best wife in history?”

I wrapped my hands around him as we hugged passionately. I'll die in his arms rather than anywhere else.

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“Talithaaaaa...”

“Comeee...”

I forced my eyes open from the constant discomfort of the sound persistence, something ringing in my ears as it kept calling out to me. I open my eyes to see nothing absurd than Hades deep in sleep and his arms encircled around my waist tightly. My eyes glanced around the room and there was nobody in here. I softly take Hades's hands around my waist not to stir him from sleep as I marched to the convenience to free my bladder.

The moon and the night sky were at their peak. I did a lazy rolling of my eyes with a yawn to go back to bed after urinating when a whisper hit my ear.

“Talitha...” It vanished like the air as quickly as I heard it. A clinking noise drops on the outside of the door that got my attention. I headed to the door to see what it was and about to twist the door knob and paused. Was it a trap or was I overthinking things?

I've been picking up on some strange feelings and I don't know why but something unusual was going to happen.

I twisted the door knob anyway, stepping into the silent hallway. There isn't a single soul and noise. My eyes caught a metal object on the floor. I stooped low to pick it, assessing the object with my fingers.

“Talitha....”

I whip my neck to the side the voice came from this time it called out louder and clear. Still no physical soul in the hallway but the voice doesn't stop calling out to me. I smirked at the trick whosoever is doing this has an idea of magic or using the help of a magician. I'll find that person for questioning and make sure I know the reason for causing me unrest at the dead of night.

I took to my heels walking away from my chamber leading me to the exit of the hallway and faced the back of a cloaking wearing individual who seemed patiently waiting for my arrival.

“Hello.” I waved.

The back features shows the cloak wearing individual was a woman but who could that be?

“Hello, what are you doing in my Castle by this time?” I asked Keeping a safe distance from the dangerous woman who remained mute, unmoving. There was something about the stranger like we have met before and I couldn't push the feeling aside.

I put my fear aside and covered the distance, and lifted my hands grabbing her cloak and yanking on the head cover.

“Mother!“

My mother was right in my very eyes in flesh and blood. She wasn't dead as I thought, and how lovely she looked. A hot tear slipped down my cheek, unable to contain my feelings. I pulled her into a tight hug sobbing with tears of joy.

“Mother, I missed you a lot. Thank goodness you're alive. I'm glad we will make one big happy family. Everything is perfect now.” I pulled away from her, letting her see me from head to toe. She must have heard rumours and sought me. I'm a Queen and can influence millions of lives.

“I don’t care about your version of perfection.” Mother said with a hard tone. I tense up to see the hard lines in her face and the bland look of death and revenge she evokes. There was no trace of the mother I used to know, the woman here was her in looks but dead in spirit.

“What are you saying mama?”

“I want my revenge.”