Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King

Chapter 29: 0029

Lorelei POV

I had the hottest dream.

Groaning softly, my eyes slowly fluttered open as little rays of sunlight warmed my face.

My body felt like lead, and every muscle ached as my mind lingered on the strange dream I had just been having.

But when I tried to move, I realized I couldn’t.

It felt like something heavy was resting on top of me.

That, combined with the pounding headache banging behind my eyes, made me feel worse than shit.

It was almost no different from the morning after I had gotten drunk.

I blinked through the haze of sleep as my vision slowly focused on the unfamiliar, lavish surroundings.

High ceilings.

Dark velvet drapes.

The scent of expensive cedarwood and masculine sweat clung to the sheets.

Wait.

This wasn’t my cramped bed in the servant quarters.

And that wasn’t a heavy blanket pinning me down.

My eyes widened as the drowsiness vanished almost instantly.

Slowly, with my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, I looked down and found half of a massive, muscular body draped over me, practically suffocating me.

A broad bare chest rose and fell with slow, even breaths.

Tanned skin stretched over hard muscle, and one heavy arm was wrapped possessively around my waist while his face was buried in the crook of my neck.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to shove him off me and cuss this stranger out.

But every word died in my throat when I spotted the fiery red hair brushing against my jaw, and like a switch had been flipped, the memories from last night came rushing back.

How he had carried me to the bed.

How he had placed me on the bed and taken me over and over again in so many strange positions, filling me relentlessly with his seed until I had no strength left.

By the end, I had been left practically sobbing, my body trembling from being pushed to the edge so many times that I couldn’t take it anymore.

My face burned.

My thighs ached.

And between my legs, I was sore in ways I hadn’t even known were possible.

Oh, Goddess.

My stomach dropped violently as the horrifying reality came crashing down on me. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

I was completely naked, covered in bite marks, and trapped beneath the Alpha King himself.

Alpha Kaelan.

What had I done?

If I stayed here until he woke up, I would be dead before the sun fully rose.

I mean, there was a good chance I would be dead either way, but not like this.

I had to get out.

Right now.

Moving agonizingly slowly, I held my breath and tried to slip out from beneath his crushing weight. Every muscle in my lower body screamed in protest, a deep, throbbing ache making it nearly impossible to move without trembling.

Please don’t wake up. Please don’t wake up.

I repeated the prayer over and over in my head, my eyes locked on his face as I carefully shifted an inch to the side.

A rough grunt left him in his sleep, and his brow furrowed at the sudden loss of warmth that must have registered somewhere deep in his subconscious.

For one terrifying second, his arm tightened around me before he buried his face deeper into the pillow where my neck had been moments ago.

I froze.

My heart slammed so hard against my ribs I was certain the sound alone would wake him.

After what felt like forever, his breathing evened out again, settling back into a deep, heavy rhythm.

Seizing the opportunity, I carefully slid the rest of my body out from under the silk sheets. The moment my feet touched the plush carpet of his bedroom floor, I doubled over, a sharp gasp catching in my throat as the soreness between my thighs nearly made my knees give out.

Shaking violently, I forced myself to look around the dimly lit room, my gaze darting everywhere as I searched for my uniform.

There.

Bunched up near the fireplace was my gray uniform.

And my panties...

They were hanging off the edge of his desk.

Heat rushed to my face, and I scrambled toward them, snatching them up and pulling them on with clumsy, shaking hands.

After spending a few torturous minutes making sure my appearance didn’t immediately scream what I had just done with the Alpha King, I carefully reached for the cart and pushed it toward the door. Every tiny rattle of the wheels sounded like a thunderclap in the silent, suffocating room.

My thighs ached with every step, but I forced myself to keep walking, keeping my back straight and my expression neutral despite the discomfort radiating through my body.

With one last terrified glance toward the massive bed where the red-haired beast still slept, I slipped out into the cold corridor, praying to the Moon Goddess that he would never find out who I was.

***

By some miracle, I made it back to the servant quarters without being noticed or called out.

The second I reached our wing, I snuck into the communal bathroom despite the fact that we weren’t allowed in there at a time like this.

But desperate times called for desperate measures.

I wasn’t about to wait around until someone picked up his scent on me.

Locking the door behind me, I stumbled toward the nearest sink and stared at my reflection in the cracked mirror.

I looked like hell.

Bite marks littered my neck and collarbone.

Wincing, I stripped out of my uniform only to discover that the rest of me looked even worse.

My body was a roadmap of last night’s madness. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Dark purple bruises shaped like large fingers wrapped around my hips, and my breasts bore red, aching marks that made my face burn just looking at them.

Thankfully, my hair wasn’t too much of a disaster.

But the smell...

Even I could smell it.

His scent clung to me from head to toe.

If another servant, or worse, an overseer like Mrs. Vex, caught even the slightest trace of the Alpha King’s powerful cedarwood scent lingering on my skin right now, they would know exactly where I had been.

And I would be dragged straight to the execution block.

My stomach twisted.

Rushing into one of the stalls, I turned on the ice-cold shower and immediately began scrubbing myself.

I scrubbed my skin until it was raw and red, trying to wash away every trace of him.

The bite marks.

The bruises.

The memory of his hands on my body.

But no amount of soap could wash away the ache between my thighs.

Or the way my heart raced every time I remembered those amber eyes.

As I continued scrubbing, I noticed that something was still running down my inner thigh. I knew it wasn’t water from the shower, so it had to be...

Which meant if it continued, his scent would linger on me.

A wave of embarrassment washed over me as I realized what I had to do, and reluctantly, I crouched down and spread my legs apart.

Gulping down nothing, I moved my fingers through my overly sensitive folds.

I bit my lip hard as I felt just how swollen and tender I still was, and with a shuddering breath, I pushed my fingers inside myself, trying to remove the thick, warm fluid he had left behind.

"Ah..." I whimpered, my toes curling against the wet tile as I slowly pushed deeper despite the sensitivity until his release dripped out of me onto the shower floor and disappeared down the drain.

I did it again and again, refusing to stop until the water running down my inner thighs ran completely clear.

Once I was sure I had gotten out as much as I could, I let my hands fall to the tiled floor and remained there for a moment, breathing heavily beneath the freezing stream of water.

How many times had he released inside me?

The thought hit me so suddenly that I froze, and my eyes widened in horror.

He had come repeatedly inside me throughout the night.

I wasn’t an expert, but I knew enough about how these things worked.

Slowly, my hand drifted to my lower stomach, and my breath hitched.

What if I got pregnant?