The Black Alder Series (Books 1-3)

Synopsis

“In the thrilling conclusion of the Black Alder Series, triplet Lycan Hybrid Celestials Ash, Adonis, and Ares Black are on a quest to find their mate. While Ash and Adonis eagerly anticipate the bond, Ares rebels against the prophecy. Fate intervenes when they cross paths with Arabella Blue, a mysterious and alluring omega who has been abused and claimed by the Alpha King of North Carolina. As they discover she’s their destined mate, they must navigate the dark secrets of her past, the danger that surrounds her, and the Alpha King’s possessive grasp. With multiple forces vying for control, will the brothers choose to save her or will Arabella be forced to save herself? Dive into the steamy and suspenseful final installment of the Black Alder Series, where love, loyalty, and survival hang in the balance.”

Chapter 1 The Palace

Arabella Pov “Where the hell are you, Omega?” Alpha King Damon’s mind linked me. Shit, I overslept. I ran out of bed, throwing on clothes and tossing my dirty blonde hair into a bun before I ran to the palace kitchens. You see, I am an omega wolf who was brought to Alpha Damon as a baby, and he raised me to be a personal servant. I was never called an Alpha’s daughter, even though he raised me. He never considered me that way. It was always omega, and that’s how everyone else other than my omega-best friends treated me. Once I turned 20, he kicked me out of the palace and put me on the bottom floor with the rest of the omegas, so I was never too far. Every day I wake up at 5 a. m. to cook for him alone, even though we have kitchen servants to do it.

I never let him get to me. My best friend, Sam, has been my rock. Like omegas, we stick together. Sam gets beaten by others in the pack for associating with me, and I have tried to push her away because of it, but she doesn’t let me. Sam’s parents were betas who died in battle while she was young and were demoted to omegas. The pack members don’t beat me or anything for fear of the death of the Alpha King. No matter how much he treats me like shit, he chopped off the last guy’s head with a sword for slapping me, thinking it was okay because everyone treats me like shit. Alpha King Damon is incredibly possessive over me, telling everyone I belong to him and him alone as his servant. That doesn’t stop the remarks they love making or the death threats I receive in my room. That doesn’t stop him from beating me behind closed doors, though. He never touches my face. My face is pure beauty, as he says. It’s all just bullshit.

I do my best to please King Damon as much as I can. Yes, that includes sexuality as well. It was difficult at first, but he threatened my life as well as Sam’s if I never complied, and I would do anything to keep Sam safe. The kicker is that he even has a wife, but he no longer even tries to see her. He only wants me. He says my purity and innocence will always belong to him. I believe his wife is the one behind the death threats because of how she glares daily at me, as if I had a choice to be there, but I’d never approached the king about it.

My wolf, Royal, keeps me company as well. I’ve never shifted into her, but she says it’s because her form isn’t ready for my body yet. She tells me I’m powerful, but I have a mental block on my abilities from the years of abuse, so she isn’t going to allow me to channel them until I’m ready. According to her, though, I come from a long line of wolves who can tap into the elemental energies such as fire, water, earth, and air. According to her, my whole bloodline was royalty among other wolves, but she says I am the last one, as she wants to connect to any other elementals, which means they are dead. I assume it has something to do with why I was found alone as a baby near the palace.

I just reached the kitchen and opened the fridge so I could find stuff to cook everything at the same time. The hairs on my neck stand up, and I know he is close. He always gives me this prickly feeling, like death, when he is near.

“You’re fucking late,” he hissed, gripping the back of my neck and turning me to him. I can hear my wolf growl. Even as an omega wolf, she never submits to a higher authority. I assume it has to do with my royal bloodline.

Yes, it does, she says.

“I’m sorry, Alpha; I have no excuse for what I’ve done,” I tell him, hoping he will let me go, but nope. He pushes me down to my knees.

“You know what to fucking do,” he commands. I try not to roll my eyes. I know I have to play along to keep Sam alive.

I open my mouth, and he instantly shoves his massive member inside of it. I have to try not to throw up each time because it always smells dirty and tastes worse.

Ahh, fuck yea, you suck my dick, he growls as I take his member deep in my mouth. I can see palace members passing by us, shaking their heads. I’m probably running to tell the palace queen how much of a slut I’m being to her husband. I closed my eyes, just waiting for it to be over. He grabs my bun and yanks it with my head, tossing his whole dick in my mouth faster and faster until he spills his seed in my throat. It tastes like fucking ass, but I have to swallow it. He doesn’t like it when I don’t.

“Good girl, now make my fucking breakfast,” he commands, sitting in his chair in the kitchen.

“Yes, Alpha,” I told him. I fixed his coffee how he liked it and prepared eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, and cinnamon rolls. It’s his favorite combination. He stares at me the whole time, which makes me incredibly uncomfortable, but I try to block him out. After I’m done cooking, I serve him food, and I clean it all up. As I’m walking out, he grabs my arm and pulls me down to him. He pinches my nipple from the top of my shirt.

“Don’t be fucking late again, or next time, I will do much worse,” he threatened. I nod and head back to the omega quarters. Sam is in my room on my bed waiting for me, as she always knows when something is up.

“What did that pig do?” She asks, noticing the tears coming from my face.

“What he always does,” I tell her, going to the bathroom to wash his touch off me yet again. I feel so dirty each time. I know it’s because he is not my mate. I know I will feel incredible about making love to my mate, but until I find my mate, I have to suffer this pig. I can’t wait for the day I find my mate, and I can give him all of the love I have. After my much-needed shower and mouthwash session, Sam and I walked to the main palace bathrooms to begin cleaning. We clean our sets of bathrooms and palace rooms daily, washing sheets, cleaning walls, and keeping everything spick and span for everyone.

Attention all omegas! MEET ME IN THE STUDY ROOM IMMEDIATELY. We hear King Damon boom through the mindlink. Sam and I make our way to the study and end up in a crowd of people who are doing the same. I make my way to the front of them, as he requests that I do with each omega meeting. It gets quiet at once.

“This year, the Alpha King’s Summit will be held at Alpha Kings Ethan and Aiden Black Alder Pack lands in South Carolina. As you know, it is the largest parkland to exist, and we are second. Each Alpha King from the United States, as well as their Queens, Pack Alpha, Lunas, and a few servants, will be in attendance. Five of you will step forward to serve your Alpha King,” he says. He then looks at me, and I know I don’t have a choice. I step forward, keeping my head down.

“Who else?” he demanded. Sam and four others stepped forward as well. I let out a small smile, thankful that Sam had agreed to come with me. The other four that volunteered are the queen’s bitches, and they would do anything spiteful to me once they were in another pack’s territory, and they knew it could be blamed on other pack members from other packs.

“Dismissed,” he commands, and everyone scatters. I turned and walked with the crowd.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Lock the doors and come here,” he said in a frightening tone. People are giving me nasty glares as they walk out, and Sam looks at me sympathetically before walking out with them. I locked the doors behind them and walked towards him until I was about 2 feet away. He sits me on his legs, burying his head in my neck. Royal is furious.

“Such a good Omega for volunteering. I kept quiet, not wanting to upset him. He pushes me off of him and stands up.

“Pants down, bend over,” he commands. I lean over, as he says. I feel the rough violation of this member thrust into me, and I close my eyes, hiding inside myself. As much as I hate it, my body reacts and orgasms at him. He takes a lot of pleasure in making my body go into orgasm, even though he knows how disgusted I am by it. Each orgasm is a sick assault on my body. I hate it, and I hate him just as much.