Chapter Ten

Gina's POV


“You are my slave, Gina. And you don't have the right to do whatever you like. You are only allowed to do whatever I give you permission to.” He placed an indecent kiss on my ear while his large hands caressed my side. I released a moan, feeling Dagen’s lips on the crook of my neck. He began kissing my neck, his hands slipping under my dress. I felt his touch on my skin, leaving a sensual burning trail, and then all of a sudden, Dagen froze on the spot.

Why did he stop?

His eyes pulled up to meet mine, and I stared at him with confusion. The dark mist had cleared from his eyes, seeming to have woken him up from whatever trance he was in. He jerked away from me like I was a plague, muttering strings of curses as he stared down at me with hate in his eyes.

“Tomorrow will be our wedding.” He announced.

“Our - our wedding,” I asked, my eyes widening in shock.

He suddenly smiled weirdly. “Why yes, my love. Our wedding. And after that, you would begin your major duty here instead of going around fooling yourself or throwing yourself at any f**king a**hole.

Fear of what it was, I ask. “What duty, your highness?”

He stepped closer to me, his hand pushing behind a stray lock of my hair.

“Your duty as my mate, of course. To spread your legs just like you desire and bear me an heir.”

An heir?

I would bear him an heir?

He pulled away from me and left.

I watched as he walked out of my room, but only one thing was ringing in my head.

I will bear him an heir.

All I could think about was the fact that my mate wanted me to be his s*x slave and breeder, who would give him an heir.

All I could think about during the day were the events that occurred between midnight and this morning.

Dagen had acted like he wanted me as his mate, then suddenly he announced a wedding and how I would be his personal s*x slave and breeder. Is this what my fate is? To never be loved and treated as a mate. If he doesn't love me and wants me as a mate, then why did he act like he actually cares, why did he challenge Tyler, and why did he lead me on?

Since Dagen and I last saw each other in the morning after my Luna coronation, I haven't set my eyes on him since then. I waited all through the day if he might come to my room, but he didn't. I couldn't leave my room without his permission either. All I could think about was him and Nydia spending the whole day together. I ended up going to bed in tears, after thinking and assuming things all through the day.


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Next day.


Diane, Ruth, and some other maids all rushed into my room to help me get ready for the wedding. The way more maids were present to help me prepare for my wedding made me assume that the wedding was more important to Dagen than my Luna's coronation.

The maids helped me prepare as quickly as possible, but all I could think as the maids performed their magic on me was the fact that my fate was tied to being the s*x slave and breeder of my mate while he shows so much love and affection to someone else.

Even as I walked up to the altar to meet him, I couldn't think of anything else apart from my fate.

Maybe he would grow to want me.

Raven said, but I shook my head.

I didn't want to fill myself with unnecessary hope. He could never want me. But deep down I hoped he would.

Vows were said, cheers were made, and I officially became queen and wife of Dagen, the Alpha King.

Unlike my Luna ceremony, he took me around and introduced me to all the Alphas under him, and I did what I ought to do. Smile, nod, and wave.

He leaned into me, and I buried all the butterflies I got as his eyes pierced into mine. “Go with the maids and get ready for me. I'll be there in ten.”

The party just started, but I withheld myself and did as he said before seeing Nydia walk up to him.

Tears threatened to drop from my eyes, but I blinked them back. I couldn't risk ruining my makeup.

He was just my mate, nothing else. He didn't love me.

The maids and I were now in the room, and as they made sure to put on makeup and rid me of every single body hair, I familiarized myself with the idea of what was going to happen.

People have s*x all the time. I have never had it, but it wasn't a big deal, or that's what they said.

It doesn't matter, I told myself. It's just s*x.

But fear and nervousness held me tight. I wasn't afraid of cuddling with him, but s*x was the main deal. What if I wasn't good enough? What if he didn't like it?

What if it was painful?

“We are done, my lady.”

The maids stepped away, leaving me to stare at the mirror.

I was dressed in a pink pin under lingerie; my crotch was see-through, and I took it all in petrified of how I looked.

Dagen was going to see me like this?

A knock came from the door, and my heart raced with fear as all the maids scrambled away, leaving me staring at the door from the edge of the bed.

The door swung open, revealing Dagen, clad in his ceremonial wear as he was dressed for the wedding.

His hands drank me in as he took sharp strides towards me, and I shivered with an unexplainable need to feel his arms all over me.

“Turn around.” He commanded, and I did as asked, turning slowly.

I felt his stare at my body, and I felt incredibly self-conscious under his stare.