The Princess Slave

Viktor POV

I didn’t know what to say as I sat next to the woman I named my slave. For the first time, I smiled at her. And I could tell she was shocked, but she never brought it up.

“I would like it if you came back with me to my chambers,” I said out of nowhere. She didn’t even look at me as she replied.

“Yes, Master.” She said. Her replies sometimes felt.. unnatural. Like she was just answering what she thought she wanted me to hear. But I guess that’s how slaves are supposed to be. With her though.. it bothered me.

I let her have a few more moments of silence in the sun. The little ducklings following their mother in a straight line seemed to amuse her. She had the faintest smile on her face as she watched them go by.

“Did you have ducks at your home?” I asked.

“No. Fath-.. father didn’t like them.” She said as she looked down. I could tell that whatever she experienced in her life with him had troubled her deeply. I didn’t like it at all.

I knew of her scars. I’ve seen them with my very eyes. Felt them beneath my fingers. Her father was not a kind man to her, and even the mention of him locked her up. Truth be told.. any mention of him made me angry.. it made me want to punish her for just being his b***d.

“Let us go,” I said as I stood up. She did the same and followed quickly behind me.

“Did you know that man that tried to speak to you?” I asked, curiously.

“No. He tried to talk to me once before.. but one of the guards told him to leave me.” She said truthfully. Her answer matched perfectly with the guards, not that I was really questioning it anymore, anyway.

I don’t know why it bothered me so much to see a man give her attention. It shouldn’t. Now that I think about it, her heat is probably coming back, so it wouldn’t be unusual for other men to try to get her attention. I didn’t want that, though. I didn’t want other men to try and steal her from me. And I knew they would, given her previous rank and who she is.

I’d talked to Beatrice about it recently. She said Violette would have flare-ups a few times a month. And from the heat I felt when I touched her earlier, I definitely believe it’s coming back again.

We walked through the gardens and back into the castle. Servants bowed as I walked by, but I paid no attention as we made our way closer to my chambers. I had it in my mind that I was going to just spend time with her.. maybe do something to make up for last night. But I kept finding myself changing my mind constantly over it.

This must truly be some cruel joke played by the Moon Goddess. I should treat her like a slave. Because that’s what she is now. Her father has caused me so much pain.. But any time something happens.. and she is visibly distraught, it severely distresses me.. and I want to make it better.

Loren stood silently at my door, and when he spotted us, he reached for the door and opened it. I can tell Loren likes her. Maybe not in the way that he wants her, he does have a mate, after all. But I believe he sees her as a friend. Someone to protect. The same for Ms. Beatrice. I can see why, but I wonder if it’s just a facade to keep me from killing her the way I wanted to when I first brought her here.

We walked in and the first place her eyes went to was the desk. Of course, I had it replaced. There was no way I could keep it after yesterday. It disgusted her to learn of what was done on that desk.. and that really gnawed at me.

She quickly looked away, pushing herself to look at the walls instead.

“You may sit if you’d like,” I said. Goddess, “if you’d like”. What kind of king says that?

“I’m fine.” She said. I couldn’t read the look on her face. Everything she does and says makes me question everything.

“Sit,” I said in a more stern tone.

“Yes, Master.” She replied swiftly. She walked over to the table in the corner of my chambers. Without a moment of thought, I walked into my office and opened a drawer. I pulled out the key to her collar and walked to her.

“Let me see your collar,” I said. She flipped her white hair over her shoulder, just the sight of her neck made my c**k hard. F**k. The things this girl does to me..

I reached down and put the key in the collar, unlocking it and taking it off. I sat it on the table and sighed.

“Is that better?” I asked. I never really realized how heavy the damn thing was until I took it off the first time. Her neck must feel so much lighter with it off.

“Much.” She replied. I really, really hate these short answers.

“When I talk to you, I want more than just one word for a reply. Do you understand?” I asked, my voice growing a little louder as I tried to out my point across. She turned around and looked at me, but I still couldn’t discern the look on her face.

“Yes, master. I will do better.” She said swiftly. She glanced at my bed for a moment, which made my stomach turn into knots. That.. wouldn’t be happening.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Why do you do that?” I asked, irritation was clear in my tone.

“Do what, Master?” She asked, furrowing her browns slightly in confusion.

“Never mind.” I sighed. I walked into my office, leaving her there. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. Everything she does either excited me or pissed me off.

“Come here,” I said as I sat in my chair.

“Yes, Master.” She quickly made her way into the office, her eyes immediately landing on the desk.

“Take off your gown,” I demanded. She looked me in my eyes in shock. Nonetheless, she untied the string between her breasts and let the gown slip down her body.

“Walk to me, then turn around,” I said. She didn’t hesitate in her actions as she walked around the desk and turned around, baring her back to me.

I stood up placing my hand on her shoulder then ran down her scarred back. I have scars myself.. but they’re littered across my body rather than in one certain spot. I imagine the pain she must’ve endured and it angers me.

As a wolf, they should’ve healed perfectly, not even noticeable to the naked eye. I assume whatever she was hit with was laced with wolfsbane. Or maybe she was given wolfsbane until it healed, leaving her body mutilated. Which could’ve taken weeks, even months.

Out of nowhere, I leaned down and pressed my lips against her shoulder. She shuddered at my touch. I’d never kissed a woman before.. not on the lips, not anywhere. And I never really cared to pleasure a woman until she came, but I did that with her the first time.

“How have your pains been?” I asked.

“I haven’t had them in a couple weeks.” She said. Good. How a man could be unfaithful to his mate baffles me. Surely whoever he is.. he must know.. especially by now, after I’ve taken her virginity.

The Lycan in me wants to completely dominate her. Make her beg, scream, and cry as I fill her up. Goddess, her heat must really be bad now. Her arousal was beginning to fill my nose and it was taking everything in me not to tear her apart.