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MATE TO THE ALPHA OF ALL ALPHAS.

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THE ALPHA KING’S HATED SLAVE

“Strip,” King Lucien ordered, his voice cold.

Danika had mentally prepared herself for this night but being faced by it caused fear to course through her.

“Please...” she started but snapped her mouth shut, knowing she made a mistake.

Like a panther, he stalked closer to her and yanked her hair so hard her head snapped back and she bit her lips to keep from crying out from the pain.

There was no remorse in his eyes. Only hatred so raw it chilled her. “You either strip or I call the guards to help you.”

Her hands went to the neck of her robe, and she started untying the ropes that held the clothing together.

Undressed completely, she allowed the robe to fall to the ground.

Her hands trembled but she curled them into fists. Tonight, she’d lose her virginity in the cruelest way in the hands of the coldest man she has ever known.

But she’d bear it with dignity. She raised her chin and awaited his next command.

“Get on to the bed.” There was no expression in his eyes. Just hate.

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Once upon a time, the kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana were at peace with one another. That peace, however, was broken when the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch, Prince Cone, took over.

Prince Cone has always been hungry for power, always wanting more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and queen were killed, and the prince was taken into slavery.

The people of Salem that survived the war were enslaved; their land taken from them. Their women were made into sex slaves.

They lost everything, including their land.

Evil befell the land of Salem in the form of Prince Cone. The prince of Salem, Lucien, in his slavery, was filled with much rage, and he swore revenge.

Ten years later, thirty-year-old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated, training day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien, who was driven with everything in him to get back their land and take Mombana’s land as well.

It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.

As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana, Princess Danika, the daughter of Prince Cone.

As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone could ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd worn for ten years rattling in his hand. He reached close to her, and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.

Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created. Giving her a cold smile, he stated curtly, “You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades—everything you and your father ever did to me and my people.”

Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face.