Reborn: Married To Alpha Leonidas

Life In The Palace

Sophia's POV

"Is this what your cluster-fucked hands are good for? The King's room must be spotless. SPOTLESS you whore, goddammit!”

My lips hold back a wince as a long spikey whip cracks across my lower back. The head maid, a woman with a face as hard as stone and eyes filled with malice, stands over me.

"Useless animal." She spits, and I wince again, palms instinctively flying to my bruised back. I could feel the torn flesh, and the wetness of blood, a sign of her hardwork.

Nevertheless, this is my life now.

This is all it’s been for seven months, ever since my husband, the man I once thought I loved, sold me off, as one of the Lycan's countless slaves. Though, that was far more considerate than the position I bore here. At least, in most eyes.

Every day is a new form of torture. The physical pain is nothing compared to the emotional torment.

[Whore, bastard, slut]

The words follow me like a second name, clinging to my skin, I barely hear my name being called here, my true identity is now an imagination, even to me. The other servants, they look at me with disgust, some gossip behind cupped hands, their laughter only fuels the anger more. Though they don't believe I'm enough to whisper about, their laughter comes for something else.

A pregnant slut, I'm called.

They only see a pregnant woman, the one sold for money. The one carrying a bastard that isn't her husband's.

And they're right. The child isn't his.

I don't know who the father is. All I know is that it's a constant reminder of the choices I made. The decisions I took to escape the hell I was living in. A few months ago, a friend, bless her heart, told me about a way to make enough money to escape from my in-laws.

She told me of a man, someone she knew, who would pay well. “He's impotent.” She'd assured me. “So you'll be fine. Just a night, and you'll have enough money to start a new life.” I was desperate, pathetically desperate.

I didn't care about the risk, not with the way my husband and his family were bleeding me dry. The man was a stranger, but the amount of money he was willing to pay to get between my legs was my only ticket out. My way to freedom.

Now, freedom, was what got me into this.

The head maid shoves a bucket and a cloth into my hands. “Don't just stand there. Get to work. And don't miss a single speck of dust. The King abhors filth, and if he finds any, you'll be the one to pay for it. With your blood."

She gives me one last hateful glare before turning away, and I watch as she makes her way down the hall.

My heart pounds in my chest, this is the King's room. He's the one person I've tried