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ALPHA'S DARK PAYMENT. HE REJECTED HER. HIS WOLF CHOSE HER. Novel Cover

ALPHA'S DARK PAYMENT. HE REJECTED HER. HIS WOLF CHOSE HER.

"Say it." Elara's throat tightened. "I belong to you," she whispered. "I am your slave." Kane Blackthorn's gaze hardened. "And?" Her voice broke. "I am... your sex slave." The Alpha stepped closer, his shadow swallowing her whole. "You will expect no kindness," he said coldly. "No affection. No protection. You exist to obey me." "Yes, my Lord." "Strip, Elara." Elara once lived in the Blood Moon Pack as the daughter of a powerful man. Now she lives in the Alpha's palace as something far worse than a servant. A slave. Alpha Kane Blackthorn rules his pack with an iron will and an untouchable reputation. Mercy is not something he offers twice. And Elara belongs to him now. She should hate him. She tries to. But the deeper she falls into the Alpha's dark world, the more dangerous things become. Because Kane Blackthorn doesn't look at her like a slave. He looks at her like something far more dangerous. Something he might never let go.
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Chapter 3

**MAID'S QUARTER**

The maids were gathered in the quarters. Lady Claribel, the head maid, addressing them sternly, her loud voice sharp as a blade, until the door opened without warning.

The head warrior shoved Elara in without warning.

Lady Claribel paused mid-sentence and turned.

"Is she the one?" she asked the guard, and he nodded.

"The Alpha's sex slave?" someone said from behind.

"Shut up!" Lady Claribel snapped, silencing the room.

"You can leave; I will train her," Lady Claribel said.

The guard walked out, and Claribel walked closer to Elara, who was still seated in the spot where she had fallen. She hesitated, then walked closer and helped her up.

"Thank you!" Elara whispered.

"What's your name?"

"Elara... Draven," Elara said, her last name tasting bitter in her mouth.

Lady Claribel nodded.

"Come with me," she said, leading the way. Elara followed immediately.

"Is she a new maid?"

"Alpha's Kane's sex slave," another corrected.

"Sex slave? "She's so pretty, please."

"She looks rich..."

"Did you see her smooth skin?"

"She's still a sex slave!"

"Lady Anika won't be happy about this!!"

The maids murmured among themselves as they walked out of the hall.

Elara followed Lady Claribel in silence.

"I was told you're Beta Draven's daughter," Claribel said.

"Yes, ma..." Elara whispered.

"His new slave girl..."

"Sl...slave girl?" she asked in surprise.

"Yes... You're paying for your father's sins," Lady Claribel said, and Elara nodded.

"Sex slave?... Slave girl?" Elara muttered inwardly.

"What does it mean to be a slave girl to the Alpha?" Elara asked.

"That's up to Kane; all I know is he has power over you. You have to do everything he wants every time. Whatever he does to you is nobody's business," Lady Claribel explained.

Elara bit her bottom lip and folded her sweaty hands.

"If you're thinking about sex, stop it. The Alpha has a mistress; I've never even seen him take a girl against her will."

"Any girl?" Elara bit her lips.

"Yes," Lady Claribel said. "He's a good Alpha!"

"But I'm his sex slave!" Elara pressed her hands together, not a pack member," she sighed.

"He said that?" Lady Claribel faced her.

"Yes!" Elara nodded.

"Like I said, he's a good Alpha!" Lady Claribel said.

"Stay here," Claribel said to Elara and went into the inner room. A minute later, she returned with a uniform in her hand.

"Change into it right away. I don't know when the Alpha will send for you. Your duties are to the Alpha only, so get dressed, and I will start by showing you a few things you need to know," Claribel said.

"You deserve it, Elara. Pay for your father's sins," she said inwardly and sighed out before taking the uniform from her. It's a piece of shirt and top, blue and black in color.

"You can go and dress behind that curtain," Lady Claribel directed, and Elara nodded and went behind the curtains.

She took off the only clothes that reminded her of who she used to be and put on the uniform. She came out after that, and Claribel smiled at her appearance.

"It fits perfectly; you've got a nice ass, though," she said, and Elara's cheeks turned pink.

"Why is she staring at my ass?" she asked no one and frowned immediately.

'Nice ass? Oh please,' she said inwardly.

"Time to serve the Alpha his meal. Follow me," Claribel muttered and led the way out.

********

"I'm starving," Anika pouted, her fingers roaming over Kane's chest before slipping lower.

Anika, Kane's mistress... not just an ordinary mistress. She was chosen among many others who applied for that position.

29 years old... nine years older than Kane but madly in love with him.

Lady Anika was seen by many as the uncrowned Luna because, aside from warming his bed, she had some responsibilities the Alpha left in her charge; everyone respects her a lot.

Nobody ever disrespects Kane's woman, no matter how low-ranked she is.

Where is your slave girl? I'm starving.

"She's my personal maid!" Kane muttered.

"You sound like you care about her?" Anika rolled her eyes.

"If you're starving, go down and suck my dick," Kane said flatly...

Anika wet her lips and pulled down his panties, and his [member] sprang out without hesitation.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkk!" she cursed, licking his tip like a lollipop before shoving his length down her throat. Moaning, she pulled him out, wet and hard, stroking him gently with her hand, her tongue licking his balls before thrusting down her throat. Her choking moans soon filled the entire chamber.

Kane's expression was cold and calm, his hands in her hair matching her rhythm.

He didn't moan, didn't move, or cough until he came into her mouth; his cum spilled down her throat.

He grabbed her throat and slammed his lips on hers...

After a minute of intense kissing, he broke the kiss, ripped off her top, and took one of her pink nipples into his mouth.

Anika let out a smile and looked up at him.

Watching him suck her... That was her joy and reward as his mistress.

Anika kissed him greedily.

Kane smiled and squeezed her ass.

She tucked his dick back into his panties, took off her pants, and walked towards the bed...

"Get dressed and leave!" Kane said, turning to leave.

Anika ignored him and lay on the bed, spreading her legs.

"Kane!" she purred. "Can't I just sleep over tonight?"

"Alpha...

"Get out, Anika!" He cut her off, and Anika frowned.

Why is he asking her to leave? She always sleeps over in his chamber whenever she wants...

"Get out, Anika! I don't want to repeat myself."

"Then, can I ask for something?"

Kane raised his brows, and she started.

"It's about the Beta's daughter... Is she for the guards or you?" she asked, trying to make sure he wasn't planning to make her his second mistress; she wouldn't share that position with anyone else.

"She's mine, and I do not share," Kane replied, and Anika frowned; that means... Elara is only for him.

"Goodnight... Alpha," she muttered and bowed.

Alpha Kane rolled his eyes and entered his inner chamber.

Anika's heart scattered as she watched Kane walk away without sparing her a glance. She dressed up and left the chamber, clenching her fists.

"Elara, you just dug your grave," she clenched her jaw.

**KITCHEN**

The maids all glared at Elara as Lady Claribel taught her a few things she needed to know about being the Alpha's personal slave.

When did Lady Claribel ever act nice to us?

What's with the special treatment?

"Shhhh... We all know Lady Claribel has always had a thing for the Beta, Draven."

"That's all. Now shall we?" Lady Claribel faced Elara, and she nodded as she carried the Alpha's meals and set them carefully into the food cart.

They both left the kitchen together, and in no time, they got to the Alpha's chamber.

Luciano arrived just in time.

"Everything smells delicious," Lady Claribel, he said.

Lady Claribel smiled.

"Are you coming with her?" he asked, glaring at Elara.

"No!" Lady Claribel smiled and faced Elara, who was already trembling like a leaf in cold weather.

"Come with me," he said with his usual blank face before going in.

"Remember all I taught you," Lady Claribel said to Elara. "Good luck," she rubbed her cheek before walking away.

"Enter!" Luciano ordered, and Elara followed behind him.

He took her to the dining room.

"I will fetch Kane," he said and went out again.

"By the goddess," Elara's eyes widened at the beauty of the chamber.

She began setting the table carefully, like Lady Claribel had taught her a few hours ago, and finally, she was done. She stood there waiting for the Alpha to arrive while roaming around the dining room.

Ten minutes later, Luciano returned with Alpha Kane.

"Good evening, Alpha," Elara immediately bowed.

Kane looked at her closely.

"Alpha?" Kane raised his brows.

Elara swallowed, her hands shaking.

"Sorry, my lord!" Elara bit her lips.

Kane ignored her, sat down, and Elara served his meal.

"You must taste each meal," Luciano said, and her eyes widened.

"Huh? I should taste the Alpha's food?" she asked, staring at Kane.

"Yes, go on," Luciano said, and Elara stood there looking confused.

"What are you waiting for?" Kane snapped, and Elara flinched.

"I can't..."

"Taste the meal, Elara," Kane said in a calm voice.

Elara almost smiled at the way he called her name.

"I... I will... taste it," she stammered.

Alpha Kane only stared at her without saying a word.

Elara said a silent prayer and took the spoon, tasting from the first plate.

Her eyes widened; it was like the most delicious food she had ever tasted in days. She went ahead to the second plate.

Like that, she kept on eating, but when she got to the last plate, she lost control of herself and began eating the food hungrily.

Luciano's eyes widened in total shock as he watched her eating like she had never tasted food.

Alpha Kane also couldn't believe his eyes; he gave Luciano a sign to leave.

Elara suddenly looked up to see Kane staring at her.

The spoon in her hand dropped; she blinked her eyes twice and gulped. She immediately wished the ground could just swallow her at that moment.

"Are you done?"

Elara gulped and said nothing...

Kane stood up, and in a second, he covered the space between them.

"How about you begin your second duty?" he smirked...

"Strip, Elara Draven!" he blurted out...

Elara's breathing hitched...

And everywhere went blank.

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