Uneasiness of mate bond

The next thing the alpha heard was a loud snap and ripping of clothes. Then there was a pause for a few moments while those disgusting men waited for Lana to be stripped naked. She continued to yell, shout for help and more tears streamed down her face, but she laid there in fear of receiving another heavy smack from another man as he stood watching her.

She was completely naked now, Alpha Sahan couldn’t see much from where he sat, but he saw that Lana had a perfectly sculpted body. Her naked breasts looked so plump and rightly proportioned, it made his dick harden just at the thought of taking her. The moon goddess had given Lana to him as his mate, but the moon goddess had to forgive him, as he could never mate with the daughter of an enemy, no matter how beautiful Lana was.

Just when a man raised his hand to grab Lana to throw her over the floor so he could insert his dick inside her. Alpha Sahan got up from his seat feeling unsettled in his chest. “Out everybody!” Everyone followed immediately and soon when there was no one in the room except Lana and her sobs. He pulled down his pants and underwear, exposing his hard, bulging dick for Lana to see.

Anyone could tell from the look on his face, he had already imagined how perfectly her mouth would wrap tightly around his cock. Then she heard his threatening words as the alpha moved closer to her. “You can cry from now till tomorrow, Lana. That will not make me feel any pity for you, for what you have done to my betrothed. In fact, your tears will only make me give you more punishment. So, do not try that on me, you will even cry harder after all this act.”

Lana had no idea how she faced the alpha after he said those words to her. Her pure frightful reaction shocked him, and she was probably expecting some slaps or a punch in the nose like her previous owner would whenever she gave her that bold face. Instead the alpha surprised her when he lifted her face and pressed her chin to make Lana hiss. Alpha Sahan’s intense stare made her uncomfortable not knowing what he was doing.

He motioned his head calling to the guards who had gone out. “Get someone to clean up the room. And call a few maids to tend to her.” The alpha ordered before one of the men appeared outside the room to ask. “Should we kill her, alpha?” One of his men, whose entire clothes were stained with blood like the rest questioned with his head lowered.

“No, I want to be the one to do it myself. I want to punish her in the most gruesome manner myself.” He answered in a growling voice making Lana feel uneasy as if she knew she would be killed sooner. Should she have behaved well and served well as the breeder? Why did he hate her so much? When the alpha noticed some of his men staring at her lustfully, he took off his robe and threw them at her.

Lana's heart pounded in her chest as she stood alone in the cold, dimly lit cellar. The air was filled with tension, and the musty scent of damp earth clung to her senses. She had been ushered down there by those stern-faced guards after a heated exchange with the alpha's beloved betrothed, something that hadn't gone unnoticed.
As she traced the rough texture of the stone walls with her fingertips, Lana's mind raced with uncertainty of her own future now after committing such an offence. She knew the consequences of offending someone so closely tied to the alpha were severe, but the cellar's oppressive silence heightened her worry with no clues about what would happen next.
The flickering light of a single, dim bulb overhead cast eerie shadows around her, amplifying the sense of isolation. Lana's thoughts spiralled, replaying the confrontation that led her to this chilling situation. She had spoken out against her pathetic situation and boldly enough as a mere sex slave for the alpha. How could anyone let that slide?
The cellar's oppressive silence was broken by the creak of the heavy door, allowing a sliver of light to cut through the darkness. Three maids timidly entered, their eyes having a mix of sympathy and apprehension. They carried with them a woven blanket, a small offering of comfort in the midst of uncertainty. Lana looked up, her eyes adjusting to the light as she discerned the shapes of the maids. They exchanged furtive glances, and one of them, a young woman with a kind smile, stepped forward.
Grateful for the gesture, Lana accepted the blanket, wrapping it around her shoulders. The warmth was a stark contrast to the cold, damp chill of the cellar. "Thank you," Lana murmured, her voice soft but filled with genuine appreciation when they helped her to get up. The maids led Lana through the labyrinthine corridors, away from the cold embrace of the cellar, and towards a warmer sanctuary. As they ascended the grand staircase, the ambient temperature gradually shifted, and the distant hum of activity within the mansion grew more audible.
Guiding and supporting her through a series of ornate hallways, the maids finally reached a spacious room bathed in the gentle glow of candlelight. A fire crackled in the hearth, its warmth a stark contrast to the chilling ordeal in the cellar. The bed, draped in luxurious fabrics, beckoned invitingly. "Here, miss Lana. Lie down," the kind-faced maid instructed, her concern palpable.
With the maids' assistance, Lana eased onto the sumptuous bed, the softness of the linens providing a stark contrast to the cold floor she had endured moments ago. The warmth enveloped her, easing the tension that had settled in her bones.The young maid, ever attentive, placed a damp cloth on Lana's forehead. "You're burning up. We need to cool you down."
Lana's mind felt foggy, the events of the evening taking a toll on both her body and spirit. She mumbled words of gratitude as the maids worked together to tend to her. The room swayed, and she closed her eyes, attempting to find solace in the cocoon of warmth that surrounded her.
The maids exchanged worried glances, realising the toll the events had taken on Lana. One of them hurriedly left the room, returning with a bowl of cool water and a herbal remedy known for its fever-reducing properties. As they applied the soothing remedy, Lana drifted in and out of consciousness. The flickering flames in the fireplace became a mesmerising dance, and the voices of the maids faded into a distant murmur.
Hours passed, and the fever that had taken hold of Lana showed no signs of relenting. The maids exchanged concerned glances, realising that this was more than just the physical toll of a night in the cellar.