The Alpha’s Slave

BRIANNA’S POV

“Brianna…” he came so close I could feel his painful breath on my face. “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you…ever…. I’ll even sacrifice my life for you if I have to. Please believe me…. I beg you… I didn’t know my uncle would turn out like that. I didn’t know he would say such cruel things to you. If I knew, I wouldn’t have invited him. I swear…”

“Please stop Sebastian…” I pleaded with a voice barely above a whisper.

He was making me feel things worse than guilt and pain. And I swear if he continued I wasn’t sure I could handle it any longer.

I wanted to look away to avoid his gaze. But remembering that sharp pain that made me groan loudly when I tried to lift my head earlier, I had to think again. Left with no other choice, I shut my eyes. I shut them so tightly they hurt. But I can manage the pain.

“You shouldn’t have come. You shouldn’t be wasting your time here with me. Your uncle was right. People like me have no place in your life? I am nothing but a sex slave. An omega sex slave you bought for money. I am beneath you and forever will be. I exist only to serve and pleasure the likes of you and Hermes wherever and whenever you want…”

“Don’t ever say that again,” he scolded as though I uttered something abominable.

My heart bled in my chest and my tears formed an ocean in my closed eyes as I said those words. But it was just the truth. No matter how far I tried to run or hide from it, that was who I was. My identity. And I don’t think it will ever change.

Sebastian touched my hand gently and rubbed small circles on the top of it, sending a tingling sensation racing through me. I tried to be stoic. But his fingers were working the magic no matter how hard I tried. So I just had to give in to the feeling.

“Brianna I don’t know how much longer you want me to keep saying this, but I will over and over again if I have to. I love you. From the bottom of my heart, I do. You belong to me as much as I belong to you and nothing will ever change it. I don’t give a fuck if you are an omega sex slave I bought with money. I don’t give a fuck about what my uncle or anyone says. You can never be beneath me. And I exist only to love you. We exist to love each other and we complement each other just fine,” he said the last part in a way that made my heart turn over in response.

He was so good with words he could woo the most stone-hearted goddess.

It was hard to keep my eyes closed for that long. The tears welling up inside them only made it harder. I flickered them open, setting the caged teardrops free as they rolled down my cheeks.

I could feel his intense, starved gaze on me. They were begging me to forgive and reconsider. To let this all go so we could be as we were. But I didn’t meet them. I didn’t want to.

His words were affecting me… positively. But I shook my head in an attempt to get rid of them. I can’t afford to be hurt and humiliated again.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

What if his friends who were also Alpha kings notice who I truly am someday? They might say or do worse than his uncle.

“Please go to your uncle…” I blinked severally to neutralize the stinging effect of my tears on my eyes and stop more from flowing.

“No Brianna,” he replied firmly. “I’m going nowhere. I’m staying here with you till you get better.”

“Sebastian please go…”

“I won’t go…And you can’t force me…”

“Why don’t you want to go? It’s of no use wasting your time and staying here with me. What if I spend a year here?”

“Then I will spend a year here with you.”

I let out a deep sigh and squeezed my eyes in frustration. What was wrong with this man? Why does he have to be so stubborn and impossible? I have never met anyone like him. The harder I tried to push him away the closer he got.

He was still in the same clothes as yesterday and that made me believe he spent the night here in the hospital waiting for me to wake up. Did he really do that?

I tried to say something but I felt his hand on my cheek, gently wiping away my teardrops and pausing my words.

I wanted to tell him there was no need for that. That I could do it myself. That he should go back to the castle and get some sleep and food to eat because he looked like he needed some.

But then I remembered I was impaired I couldn’t wipe the tears myself. Most importantly, I remembered his words that night he helped me get through my dark past as we burned Hermes inl paper.

****”Let me be that hand that wipes away your tears.”****

“Before you say anything else about my uncle,” he said, drifting me from my thoughts. “I just want you to know that I kicked him out. He’s no longer my family. I cut all ties with him.”

My mouth fell open and I finally moved my eyes to meet his face.

“What?!”