The cursed Kings Captive A Mate In Disguise

Julian's POV

As I stood before Alpha Dmarcus, my heart sank like a stone in a bottomless pit. It's been weeks since my life turned into a nightmare. My father's ruthless ambition had destroyed everything I held dear. He had destroyed people's lives and enslaved innocent people, both young and old. He had torn families apart, ravaging different packs.

The memories of that day still haunt me till now, every single night when I sleep. My pack was attacked unexpectedly, leaving me as the only survivor of my family. And now I'm left to face the consequences of my father's action.

But the shocking part is that I didn't even shed a tear for my family. Like I couldn't care less. It was painful that I had lost my whole family in one day. "But why didn't I cry?" No matter how hard I tried. The tears weren't just coming out. That shows how the people I call family have been cruel to me.

They had made my life a living hell, treating me like a servant and a punching bag. My father's hatred for me was palpable, and I couldn't fathom why. We shared the same blood, but it seemed like a curse rather than a blessing.

My sister had been just as cruel, ordering me around like a personal maid. And my mother? She was the embodiment of pure evil, a witch who revelled in my misery. I should be grieving, but all I felt was a deep-seated relief that they were gone.

But my freedom was short-lived. Alpha Dmarcus had taken over our pack, and I was now his slave. The weight of my new reality crushed me. I was forced to endure the whims of my new master, who seemed to take great pleasure in my misery.

As I stood before him, half-naked and vulnerable, I knew I had to make a choice. I could give in to my fear and humiliation, or I could find a way to survive. Alpha D'Marcus eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I knew I had to tread carefully. One wrong move could mean disaster.

I was scared for my life; Alpha Dmarcus was one old man but very ruthless among the realm, and I wondered how my father was so foolish to have crossed paths with this man.

He stood over me, sniffing every part of my body.

"Oh my god, this man is nauseating."

As he kept sniffing me like a wild dog, a wave of nausea washed over me. The look in his eyes was full of malice, and I realized just how vulnerable I was-and I had to keep my head if there was a hope of living through whatever this was.

"You're a pretty little thing," he said, his voice laced with venom. "I can see why your father kept you such a little secret. You're worth it."

At that moment I felt rage boiling up in me but I had to suppress it. I could not afford to anger him yet.

"What do you want from me?" I asked and tried to keep my voice calm.

Alpha Dmarcus chuckled but it was a cold lack of amusement. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I want," he said, with hunger in his eyes. "You're going to be a fine addition to my collection."

It hit me like a speeding freight train--I was trapped! I was at the mercy of this cruel and twisted man. I flinched away as the creep reached out to touch me. I tried to pull away from him, but he was too strong, and I had no recourse as he held my body suspended and in place without so much as breaking a sweat.  

"Don't struggle," he whispered, his hot breath on my ear. "It will only make it worse."

"Did you think I spared your life?" Alpha Dmarcus mocked, hate sparkling with malice in his eyes.

"So you would pay for all the things your father had done to the people of my pack. But unfortunately, your sister had to die so fast. Guess she couldn't take the pain, but you did, surprisingly."

He paused, his gaze piercing through me like a dagger.

"So right now, you will do as I say and obey my every command. If you don't want to meet your demise like your family, you'll do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, I do," I replied, my voice trembling as I shook with fear. My mind reeled from all the possible things I knew this man was capable of doing to me.

Alpha D'Marcus' eyes seemed to gleam with sadistic pleasure as he gave his next command.

"Now, take off that robe and lay on that bed, and spread your legs," he ordered. "I want to see that pretty face of yours."

I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me as I slowly began to remove the robe, my hands shaking with fear.