The Alpha's Slave novel Chapter 8

The bedroom chambers were far from what Inayah had expected. The room was large and round. It was dark. All the textiles black and the wood the darkest she had ever seen. The moonlight coming through the black panels seemed to be diminished in the dark room.

Inayah stood shivering in nothing but the gown, her damp hair absorbing cold and sticking to the nape of her neck and temple. She fiddled with her fingers nervously eyeing the large fireplace that cracked and spat invitingly.

It had been built on the corner, far enough to deprive her of warmth. Inayah glanced about the room one last time then took a tentative step towards the fireplace.

"Make your way to the center."

Inayah leaped, startled by the sonorous voice that sounded directly above her. She felt his presence a moment later, large form towering from behind.

The protest say steadily in her tongue but something else made her hesitant, silent. Perhaps it was the realization that they no longer stood in the woods where escape was an opportunity.

No, she stood in his chambers.

Without glancing at him, Inayah made her way to the center of the room, head bowed low in deference and fear.

Salem circled her like a predator. Each step was slow and purposeful, almost taunting.

"How do you find my home?" he questions and she hesitates.

Inayah's eyes fixate on his bare feet, noting dark ink marks scribed along each toe and up his legs. "It's... nice?" Nice was an understatement, his estate was grande. Far larger than she had ever seen.

And it stood in the middle of the forest.

"Nice," the tone of his voice had her eyes riSalemg, seeking his face. His smile was dark then, the wicked curl of lips that exposed teeth far sharper than an average man's.

She swallowed hard already feeling sick.

"This home will be yours until death do us part," he stated calmly, "I have claimed your Maidenhead and sealed your fate to mine."

Inayah starer up at him fearfully. He circled closer, looking down at her like he was seeing best how to dissect her.

"Remove the dress. I do not like white."

"Do you have something for me to..."

"Do not ask questions, do as you are told," he snapped loudly.

Inayah flinched and cowered from him, scooting away. Her hands went to the flimsy straps of the white dress and she slid them off her arms but held the dress up with her hands.

"Straighten and let it fall," he demanded.

Inayah stood, stumbling twice as she stepped on the skirt of the dress, yanking it down forcefully. She let it fall and covered herself with her hands Salemce there was nothing under the dress.

"Move them," he demanded.

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