Claimed By The Dangerous Alpha King: Betrayed Luna Novel by Gorgeous Aliyah

“The next time you ask me such a s**id question, I’ll make sure to have your head on a f****g tray and I promise that I won’t be sorry. I’ll feed you to the f***g dogs the next time you open your filthy mouth to talk to me that way!” He barked and I could see the vein throbbing at the side of his head. He was definitely not kidding.

1 kept quiet and just started at him, totally confused. 1 didn’t know if this was my cue to leave or do something else, whether he needed me out of his sight or within it.

“Go get me my ***g food and stop standing there like a fool he barked and it was clear what I needed to do. I scurried to the kitchen and met a maid who was already on her way to serve him his food and she handed it to me without as much as a word. I took the trays from her without saying anything either.

As if serving him his food wasn’t already cruel enough, I had to stand on an empty stomach and watch him eat. Could he be more cruel!

Every bone in my body ached from standing in place, waiting on the Alpha like I was nothing more than a worthless servant. His words, his threats, his very presence had my blood boiling in my veins, but I knew I couldn’t show it. I had to stay quiet, to submit, to pretend that I was nothing more than a humble, obedient slave even though it was the last thing I wanted to be.

Just when is felt like I was going to fall asleep while standing due to how quiet it was, he finally spoke and I instantly wished that he hadn’t

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First, he threatened me and now what? I disgusted him, I couldn’t help but seethe with rage. How dare he speak to me like that? Who the ***g hell did he think that he was? The hell he disgusted me too but he didn’t hear me whining about it? Did he

I bit back the words that threatened to spill from my lips, my teeth grinding together in frustration. I knew I had to remain calm, to keep my cool, I had a baby to protect and yelling wasn’t going to help me do it. Telling him how he disgusting he really was mucking down food like a starved mammal was not going to help me stay alive either, I needed to be rational.

“Yes, Alpha,” I whispered, my voice trembling from frustration.

He dismissed me, his attention already on his food, and I turned to leave, trying to cool the storm of emotions raging inside me.

I stumbled back to the kitchen, my legs weak with exhaustion and from all the kneeling that I had to do. Curse that f***g b**h! I hoped she lived a long life of suffering and paint

Just like the saying: “speak of the devil and he shall appear” I saw the head maid standing there, her face like stone.

As I approached, I tried to remember my place, to keep my head down and my eyes averted. But the head maid was quick to strike, her hand lashing out and slapping me hard across the face.

“How dare you not greet me when you see me, slave?” she snarled, her face twisting with rage.

I wanted to fight back, to scream at her and tell her that I wasn’t her servant, but I knew I couldn’t. I had to swallow my pride. to take her abuse without complaint. I couldn’t go another round of the torture that she had me experience. I would rather lick the dust off her feet if it would keep her from letting my baby get punched again.

I had to make sacrifices even though they involved me shredding my dignity and going against everything that I ever knew.

I bit down on my tongue, tasting blood as I forced myself to stay silent. The head maid continued to look down on me, her voice rising in pitch until she was almost screaming at me. Hell, he was practically screaming.

“You will show me respect, do you understand? You are nothing but a worthless slave, and you will do as you are told, or 1

will have you whipped within an inch of your life.” She sounded just as cruel as she really was. I wondered where the hell she came from, f**g hell?

1 wanted to run, to escape, to be anywhere but here, but there was nowhere to go. I was trapped, a prisoner in this cruel, brutal world. From a queen to a ** slave!

I could feel the tears burning in the back of my eyes, threatening to spill over, but I forced them back, blinking furiously. “Yes, head maid,” I said, my voice barely audible.

She narrowed her eyes at me, a satisfied smirk twisting her lips. “Good,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. “Now get to work. The Alpha’s plates need to be washed.”

I nodded, avoiding her gaze as I made my way to the sink. What I was looking at was a lot more than the alpha’s plates, it was the plates of the entire pack. There was a f***g heap that was as tall as me! The look on my face satisfied her, I could tell

from her cruel smirk.

My hands shook as I filled the sink with water, the coldness of it biting into my skin. The plates were stacked high, filthy with dried food and grease, and I knew it would take hours to clean them all, if not the whole fucking day.

My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and I knew I had to say something, to at least try to convince the head maid to let me eat.

“Please, head maid,” I said, my

nice trembling with exhaustion and fear. “Can I eat something before I start? For my baby?” I tried to sound as pitiful as possible.

The head maid turned to me, her face a mask of cruelty and disdain. “Your baby is not my concern,” she snapped, her voice harsh and cutting. “You will work until your task is complete, and then you may eat. Now get to work, slave.” But I was mistaken to have thought that the Devil’s spawn would have empathy.

I bit my lip, trying to keep the tears at bay as I plunged my hands into the soapy water. The plates were heavy, and my arms burned with the effort, but I kept working, scrubbing at the stubborn stains until my fingers were raw,

Hours passed, the sunlight shifting across the kitchen as I worked. My stomach growled louder, the ache of hunger growing stronger and more insistent with every passing minute. But the head maid showed no mercy, checking on my progress every so often and scolding me for my slow pace like she could do half the work I was doing with a baby in her stomach.

At last, the last plate was clean, and I placed it carefully on the drying rack, my arms trembling with exhaustion, I turned to face the head maid, my voice ragged with desperation. “Please, head maid,” I pleaded. “Can I eat now? My baby needs food.”

The head maid’s expression hardened, her eyes flashing with cruelty. “You think you deserve food after all the trouble you’ve caused?” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. “You are nothing but a burden to this pack, and you will be grateful for the scraps we give you.” She snarled but I didn’t even get scraps. I would be really grateful for scraps right now

but there was none.

She turned to leave, her heels clicking on the floor, and I felt my heart sink into my stomach. I was exhausted, starving, and I could feel the life inside me struggling to survive and I felt like such a failure as a mother. I couldn’t even afford to feed my own child

As the head maid disappeared from sight, I sank to the ground, my body heavy with despair. I was alone in the kitchen, surrounded by the silence and the shadows.

I placed my hands on my swollen stomach, tears welling in my eyes as I whispered, “I’m sorry, little one. I tried, I really did. I don’t know what else to do.”

The silence stretched on, and I closed my eyes, praying that the Alpha or the head maid would not return. I was too tired, too weak to fight any longer. I didn’t want any more trouble. I just wanted it to end. I wanted all of it to end.

The hunger.

The pain

The shame. Everything that I had to endure for the sake of my child was getting to me and it was getting to me real bad.