The Alpha King's Runaway Slave

“Really? She came back to you?”

Felda’s uncle’s voice dragged through the chamber like claws scraping against stone... mocking, cruel, meant to pierce even though she stood right there. Every word he spoke wasn’t merely directed at Elder Magnus, it was aimed like a dagger into her.

Felda lowered her gaze and continued scrubbing the wooden table in her Father’s chamber, forcing her hands to move, pretending she didn’t feel the sting of humiliation tightening in her chest.

“I’m telling you,” Her Father responded calmly, though that dangerous edge simmered beneath, “I thought she would still act like the boy I once hoped she would be.”

Her uncle burst into laughter, sharp and ugly. Felda didn’t understand what amused him so much, maybe she never would. To them, her existence was a joke.

“You must be kidding me, brother,” the uncle scoffed, shaking his head as if she were no more than a broken toy. “Girls will always be girls. Weak. Useless. A waste of effort. I told you not to waste your time on her.”

Felda’s fingers slipped. The white plate fell and shattered across the floor. She froze, dread crashing into her chest. When she lifted her eyes, her uncle’s smirk was triumphant.

“You see?” he said, pointing at her. “She can’t even clean a table without breaking something.”

Her father’s voice cut through the moment. “Leave her. She will learn her lesson soon enough.”

A shiver crawled down Felda’s back. A reminder of the morning’s punishment. A reminder of how little mercy existed for her.

But her uncle wasn’t done. His tone softened, sly. “Still… she could be useful to you.”

Elder Magnus lifted his head slightly. “Useful?”

“Yes.” Her uncle leaned in, his eyes sliding toward Felda before returning to Elder Magnus. “Our Alpha King… the one who replaced her dead husband’s brother… is opening a market in three days. You could earn more than anyone.”

Felda froze mid-action, struggling to comprehend the implication.

Her uncle’s gaze flickered back to her. Cold. Hungry.

“Because she’s beautiful,” he continued. “Those fearless eyes… they’ll fetch a very good price.”

Felda’s blood turned to ice.

Her Father’s eyes shifted to her, then back to his brother. “Earn? How?”

“Alpha King Mark is opening a slave market,” the uncle said smoothly. “Anyone who has someone to sell may bring them forward.”

The words hit Felda like iron chains. Her knees weakened. Her heart plummeted.

“What?” Her whisper cracked in the air.

Tears trembled in her eyes as she shook her head. No. No. Not this. Not her.

Her father’s gaze lingered on her. For a moment, it was barely a flicker; there was something human. Then it vanished.

“No… Father, no.” Her voice broke. She dropped the rag and stumbled forward. “Please, don’t listen to him. I will be useful. I promise I’ll learn. I’ll do anything you ask..

anything, just don’t sell me.” Her voice dissolved into sobs. “I’ll become a witch again, I swear, please…”

Her uncle’s laughter sliced through her plea. “She isn’t even a witch anymore?”

“Yes,” her father answered for her coldly.

Her uncle smirked wider. “How did you end up like this? Queen Felda, reduced to nothing.”

Tears streamed freely down her cheeks.

“You don’t need to think much, brother,” the uncle sneered. “She costs you too much. If you truly consider it, you’ll see... you’re the one who lost something.”

Her Father’s silence was suffocating.

“Alphas and kings from every pack will attend,” the uncle pressed. “You’ll receive more coins than you’ve ever earned. If you’re lucky, you can receive gold.” He leaned closer. “Enough to build something in her remembrance.”

Felda collapsed to her knees, pressing her palms to the floor, bowing deeply. “No… Father, no. Please.” Her forehead hit the ground as sobs tore from her. “I came home because I needed your protection. If you sell me, he will find me. He will destroy me completely. Please, Father. I will obey. I will serve. Anything. Don’t...”

“Don’t listen to her,” her uncle snapped.

“Don’t listen to him!” Felda’s head shot up, her voice raw and desperate. “He doesn’t know! He never had a child to know what you...”

She didn’t finish before his hand struck her.

His wolf speed was so fast she didn’t even see him move. The slap cracked across her face, sending her spinning to the floor. A second slap followed, then his claws raked across her cheek. Blood splattered from her mouth.

“How dare you speak to me like that?” he thundered, his wolf aura flaring around him. His eyes darkened. He grabbed her by the collar, lifting her like she weighed nothing. “What did you become? You...”

He raised his hand again...

But a stronger grip caught his wrist.

Elder Magnus. Her Father.

“I will discipline her,” her father said quickly, his voice lowered, almost submissive. “Forgive her rudeness.”

Her uncle’s burning glare lingered on Felda before he finally released her and stormed toward the exit. “Don’t waste your effort on her. Think wisely.”

The door rattled behind him as it slammed shut.

Elder Magnus looked at Felda and shook his head, disappointment etched into his features. “I have no choice.”

“No,” Felda choked out, wiping blood from her lips. “You have a choice. You do. Please.”

His expression hardened. “Go to your room. Don’t dare run. I am not him. I will find you.”

The finality in his tone shattered her. Felda fell again, reaching toward him. “Father, please. Don’t sell me. I would rather die than be a slave. Please, Father…”

“You shouldn’t have come back here,” he said coldly, stepping away from her reach. “If you had taken the crown, you wouldn’t have become useless. You wouldn’t have wasted my efforts.”

He shoved her back, sending her sprawling across the floor. He slammed the door shut and locked it.

Felda pounded the ground with both fists. “Please!” she cried. “Please don’t do this to me!”

Footsteps echoed.

Zach, her real brother appeared, smirking.

“Are you crazy?” he sneered, placing his boot on her shoulder and pinning her down. “Why are you crying like a mad woman?” He laughed, grinding his heel into her before stepping away.

Steven, her adopted brother appeared beside him too. Their laughter echoed down the corridor as they left her broken.

By dawn, Felda knew there was no escape.

She had tried to run, as always…

But Zach dragged her back.

Now, the day has come... Alpha King Mark’s slave market.

Under her dead husband King Rowan and his brother King Finnian, there had once been peace. Wolves and witches alike lived freely.

But King Mark’s reign brought darkness, kidnappings, blood on the streets, and now slavery.

That was why Felda had never returned home after losing her pup.

That was why she feared this Alpha King.

That was why she feared what King Daze would do if he ever found her.

A sharp sting on her chest pulled her back to the moment. Steven had struck her again and now pressed his hand cruelly against her breast.

“Stay awake, upcoming slave,” he sneered, his eyes devouring her. His smirk deepened as he took in the thin, armless white gown she wore, the nearly transparent fabric. His hunger sharpened.

He chained her wrists and tilted her head as if she already belonged to someone.

“You know,” he whispered, his breath hot, “I should punish you for what you did yesterday…” His thumb stroked her lips. “But I won’t. I’m going to miss you.” He chuckled darkly. “Since you’re going to have a master's soon, let me advise you, don’t argue. Don’t be stubborn. If you want to live long.”

His hand slid down, squeezing her breast harder, tracing her lips again.

Then lower.

His fingers pressed against her thigh, sliding dangerously upward. “Hmm… never thought I’d get the chance to touch this.”

Felda pulled away, disgusted.

Steven grabbed her hair, jerking her head back painfully.

“If you...”

“Steve!” Zach’s shout echoed. “Bring her out. We’re leaving.”

Steven cursed, yanked Felda forward by the hair, and dragged her through the doorway.

Pain tore across her scalp. Her chained wrists trembled.

This was the end.

The slave market awaited.

Felda, once a queen was nothing more than a commodity.