The Alpha's Temptation

Chapter 94 You Are Nothing!

Morava was screaming his name as he moved between her legs. He leaned his head in the crook of her neck, nipping her skin, grazing her with his fangs. Soon he stilled and then with a brutal snarl against her skin, he came inside her. Mizvah slumped over her naked body and she curled her arms around his torso, having missed it a lot. She kissed him on his shoulder as she ran her hands through his hair.

"I have some business down in the dungeons. Stay in my room," she whispered. Her mood had been lifted greatly. She was going to enjoy torturing that slave girl. "I will be back soon and then I want you to be with me for the entire day and night."

He chuckled. "So greedy, huh?" He lifted himself onto his elbows and placed a kiss on her lips. "I won't be going anywhere princess. I am hungry for you. You were gone for many days."

Morava took a deep breath in as she stared into his eyes. She knew that once men got a taste of her, they would always leave her reluctantly. That was normally the case, so why then had Eltanin refused her? The thought angered her and she resolved herself to torture the slave girl all the more, for she was the reason. Morava had an inkling that the king had been fucking her and that was why she had been in his chamber.

When they brought her to the wagon, all tied up, she couldn't see her face because Ivy had gagged and blindfolded her. She had asked Ivy to apply mint and cedarwood oil all over her body to cloak her scent so that no one could follow her. They had stopped only for an hour to  rest the horses and then they had traveled all through the night. She wanted to reach the safety of her kingdom in case anyone chased after them.

"And why are you going to the dungeons?" asked Mizvah, as she slid from beneath him and started getting dressed.

"It's none of your business," she snapped. "You just stay here. I won't take more than an hour. But when I return, I want you between my thighs."

"At your service, princess," Mizvah replied with a slanted smile. He cradled his head on his arms that were crossed beneath the pillow as he watched her put on a gown over a shift.

Morava's gaze drifted to his member that was already erect. She smirked. Who could resist her charm? She was so beautiful and sexy that all the best men in her father's army were wrapped around her little finger. And this slave girl dared to challenge her? She turned to leave her chamber in a sour mood. She was going to teach the slave girl the biggest lesson of her life by whipping her. Two guards stationed at her bedchamber's door followed her all the way to the dungeon.

When she reached the dungeons, the stink of piss and feces hit her nostrils. But Morava was used to it; this wasn't the first time she had visited the dungeons. The keeper bowed to her and opened the locks for her. _{ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​}

"Where is the new prisoner?" she asked. She had asked Ivy to be here when she got to the dungeon. Why wasn't she there?

"She is in the last cell to the left, Your Highness," said the jailer as he led her down the hall. An oil lantern was hanging in his hand as it swayed. Shadows danced upon the walls as they walked. The jailer opened the door for her and she stepped inside with her two guards.

Tania was still unconscious. There was blood around her chest which meant that she was injured. That was good, she would finish her off soon enough. "Wake her up and shackle her with the chains on the wall!" she barked.

The two guards lifted her up by her hands.

"Ahhh!" Tania winced with pain. "Who is there?" she asked, trying to open her eyes to see who it was in the dim light of the lantern.

"Get some water and throw it on her face," she said to the jailer as the two guards dragged her to the wall and chained her with the heavy iron shackles. The jailer rushed to get water.

Tania slumped against the wall. She was too weak and pale. She hadn't been able to recuperate. She had shivered in the cold dungeon over the stone floor. They didn't even give her a blanket to cover herself. Instead, they had thrown a bucket of cold water on her. At the present, she had a high fever making her delirious. "Please leave me…" she murmured as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.

The jailer came back with a bucket of cold water and splashed it on her face. Tania shrieked in pain as she wrestled against her shackles.

"Get me a whip," she snarled at the jailer. The jailer went to fetch the whip. Morava walked slowly towards the girl. She stood in front of her and grabbed her by the hair to yank her head back. She wanted to see what the girl looked like. Tania gasped in pain when her face was tipped up. "Open your eyes," Morava ordered. Tania peeled her eyes open to look at Princess Morava. Her face was scrunched, filled with hatred. "So, you are the slave girl who interrupted my beautiful and perfect life!" She shoved her head back. "What is your name?" The girl was way too beautiful to be a slave. That was why the king had gone for her.

"Tania…" her vision was blurry from crying. "Princess Morava…" she said in a low hoarse voice. "Why am I here? You must return me if you want to live."

The jailer had brought the whip back. It was a leather strand knotted at intervals. Morava snatched the whip from the jailer and lashed it across Tania's legs. "How dare you!" she screamed. "How dare you threaten a princess!" Tania's screams filled the dungeon. "I am the heir of a kingdom and you," she pointed at Tania with her whip, "—a slave, threatening me!" She lashed it against her body again and Tania screamed in pain. The whip had left deep and bloody lacerations. Stars blasted in her vision.

"I am going to whip you so severely that you will beg me to kill you. Because of you, Eltanin killed Giada. That was nothing. But because of you, he humiliated me in front of the servants, guards and his father. Now that was wrong. He didn't realize what he was doing messing with a princess over a slave girl. I am going to show you what it means to mess with Princess Morava!" She lifted her whip and lashed it on the floor out of frustration. "I am going to peel your skin off. I'm going to chop your body into pieces and throw them to the dogs. I will use your guts to strangle you, but won't let you die, until I have had my fill." She lifted the whip to lash at her again, when a strong hand stopped her, turned her around and slapped her across the face.