The Alpha’s Sex Slave

Chapter 1

BRIANNA’S POV

The tears I fought so hard to hold back prickled my eyes and rolled down my cheeks as I stood naked in front of the mirror. Bruises and scars adorned me to the extent I found my body unrecognizable. Stifling a sob, I wiped the teardrops that escaped my moist eyes. The sun had just risen and it’ll be bad luck to begin my day with tears of sorrow.

Grabbing my hairbrush from my vanity table, I brushed my hair slowly, letting out a slight wince as the bristles untangled my twists. I sat down and applied makeup to conceal my black eye and the bruise on the side of my lips. Hermes always wanted me to look my best for him no matter what.

He threatened to pluck out the eyeballs of any other male including his guards who dared look at me with desire, and that was his main reason for keeping me locked up in his castle; to have me all for himself.

There was a tap on the door and I rose in an instant, sliding into my panties and a long gathered gown to hide the remaining marks on my body. I unlatched the door and was met by the red, bulgy eyes of one of the male servants who I hadn’t seen before. Hermes had stopped the female servants from attending to me due to how well I rapport with them in helping me escape. This was my second attempt to escape. And I failed. I always failed. And now I’m starting to believe I’ll spend the rest of life locked up in this hellhole with that psychotic brute.

Judging from the dullness of the servants’ face, one could tell he was denied a sound sleep last night. Hermes’s sister must have overloaded them with work. She was so hateful and inconsiderate and never cared about the well-being of others.

“Good morning, Miss Brianna,” he bowed slightly. “Alpha King Hermes has called for you.”

I groaned inwardly on hearing this. It was still early in the morning. The last thing I needed was another round of his defilements and insults and beatings.

“And where is he?” I asked, trying to mask my inner turmoil. Is he at the dining already?”

“No,” he answered. “He’s still in his chamber getting ready.”

“Very well then, I’ll be there.”

He jerked his head and left. Pushing the door close, I rested on it, biting hard on my lower lip till it throbbed like my pulse. I just prayed Hermes won’t land me with another slap or blow that’ll send me to the recovery bed again. It hadn't been long i just returned from the castle hospital.

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Hermes’s chamber door squeaked as I pushed it open. His inconsiderate sister was sitting on the edge of his bed with her legs crossed mannerlessly. She rolled her eyes at me the moment I entered. Ever since he brought me to his castle, she seemed to