The Alpha King's Series

CHAPTER TEN

BRINLEY.

I excused myself, telling Julia I had to pee. What I needed was to splash some cold water on my warm cheeks. So I made my way through the hallway of the palace, following Julia's directions, of course. When I came to the door, Julia told me it would be the bathroom I walked in. I sighed with relief when it was indeed a bathroom. I walk over to the sink, wet my hands with cold water, and dab my cheeks. I still can't believe Thomas figured out it was me. And what was he even doing at The Kings Party? And the nerve of him always has a problem kissing me, touching me, but he doesn't seem to have a problem when it comes to looking.

The nerve of him even talking to me after four days of not showing up to the pond, leaving me there waiting. Of course, he was probably laughing behind my back.

“Don't get too worked up,’ Sage told me. I pursed my lips, “You heard what he said, right?’ Sage grins, 'Of course. But your no better,’ Sage shakes her head. 'For instance?" I replied. "You were hot and bothered, eyeing him in that suit, I Hid my face, and Sage burst into laughter. I roll my eyes, “I got to get back out there. Bye, Sage.’ She was too busy laughing at me even to respond.

I walked out of the bathroom and ran into someone.

Great Brinley.

"I'm sorry," I mutter leaning down to pick up the purse she dropped. I noticed the dark green dress. Crap, it's Amanda. Luck is not on my side tonight. I come back up and hand her back the bag "Thanks. Hey, do you know a girl named Brinley?" I shook my head. Her face falls disappointed. "Thanks for picking up my purse,” She said, walking into the bathroom. I felt guilt knots in my stomach for lying to her, but she accepted the person I hated. How could I forgive her? I'm not a friend to walk all over. I have feelings too. I sigh, looking at the door before heading back to the party.

Julia hands me a tray, and I mutter a thank you. Julia and I walk into the party together, but Julia goes to the left, leaving me to serve the right side. I turned toward the crowd, and my eyes widened. Gabriel.

He glanced over at my tray and waved me over. My legs felt heavy as I made my way toward him. Gabriel grabs a glass of wine, "Thank you,” I nod and walk away. I felt Gabriel's eyes bore into the back of my head as I was walking away; I shifted uncomfortably.

As I was taking empty glasses of wine off the table, a hand-rubbed across my ass, and I jolted. My grip on the wine glass tightened as I faced no one other than Gabriel. "How about we find a more private place to be alone.” I heard a breaking sound, and my hand stung with pain, but I kept my gaze locked with Gabriels. He raises his brow, "Better clean that up.” He muttered and walked away. Anger boiled inside me because Gabriel had put his filthy hands on me. I wanted to shift and sink my teeth into his throat. But I couldn't do that. Grabbing my rag used for spills, I wiped the blood that leaked on the floor, grabbed my tray, and went back into the kitchen.

"Hold still. I need to get the glass out of your hand,” Julia exclaims. I cringed as he grabbed the glass with tweezers and pulled it from my palm. "Try to avoid Gabriel,” She tells me. "I doubt that will be easy. He touched my ass in a room full of people.” Julia shakes her head. "What a pig." I nod in agreement. Julia wraps my hand with a bandage so the tray full of liquor won't rub the slice in my hand. "I'll take the wine this time. You take the whiskey shots.” I nod and grab the tray—my palm burns from the cut.

The bottoms of my feet throbbed with pain from walking in the heels. The Alpha King wants his slaves to look sexy for some odd reason. He has slept with all his slaves except me, but I am the youngest slave here. It took no time before the whiskey shots were almost gone; with only two left, I'd be able to rest my aching hand. "I see you got your hand cleaned up," Gabriel's voice made me cringe. He was standing close behind me, so close I could feel his body heat. Again Gabriel rubbed my ass as he stepped in front of me. Finally, his eyes fell to my exposed chest, and he licks his lips, "Your going to be my dessert tonight,” He says and runs a finger over my breasts, and I shiver with disgust.

Why isn't anyone saying anything to him? Is this allowed?

I glanced around the room, and not one person was even looking in our direction. "Don’t worry. No one is watching.” He smirks down at me. I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat. "Just the thought of you naked beneath me has my dick hard,” My face sours, and Gabriel clenches his jaw. "I will have you, one way or another.” He said, bumping my shoulder as he walked past me, causing me to drop the tray full of shot glasses.

The sound of glass shattering as it hit the marble flooring. The loud chatter ceased, and the room fell silent. Nervously I glanced around the room, and Suddenly all eyes were on me. Tear filled my eyes, and suddenly I wanted to die from embarrassment. I covered my face for minutes then, all the slaves huddled around me. They helped me clean up the mess I had caused, and we all headed to the kitchen to toss the broken glass in the trash.

Julia places her hand on my shoulder, "Maybe you should fill the trays for a while." I nodded my head. The cooks Mrs. Bates hired left hours ago after they prepared all food. "Good idea. Would you please keep Gabriel at the party? I'm afraid of what he will do,” Julia frowns, "What do You mean?" I shake my head, "Nothing. Just keep an eye on him." Julia nods, "We will." She grabs her tray and walked back to the party, leaving me alone in the kitchen.

I took off the heels relieving my feet of the pain, and I began to empty trays and fill them with food and wine. When the kitchen door opened, my heart stopped for moments—no way the girls were done that fast. My only thought was that he had found me.

I took a breath only when I saw Kyle walk into the kitchen. He walks over to a chair and sits down, for he's quiet for seconds till he finally speaks. "The Alpha King wants me to watch you. Said you've been clumsy all night.” He said, looking at my wrapped hand. "Is he mad at me? For breaking the glasses?" Kyle shook his head, "He said he saw what happened, and it wasn't your fault.” My eyes widened. The King saw what Gabriel did to me? "He saw?" I asked. Kyle nods, "He said someone bumped into you, and your wrapped hand gave out.” I sighed with relief he didn't see what Gabriel did to me after all.

"It seems you have drawn a lot of attention tonight,” I frown. "What do you mean?" I asked. I have only drawn attention to myself once with the tray falling, and no one noticed the broken glass in my hand. "A lot of men have offered to buy you. Especially one.” I gulped. "Which one?" Kyle met my gaze, and his features hardened. "The Alpha of the shadow pack.”

Fuck.

Kyle couldn't sell me to Gabriel. He has already sold me.

"But I'm sold already,” I remind him. He snorts, "Yeah, but I'm being offered a significant amount of money for you," "Please don't sell me to Gabriel,” I whispered. Kyle frowns. "I would never sell you back to that place. Katie told me how they made you live. But another guest wants you badly." "Who?"

"Mark Mortaga.” He says. I purse my lips, "How can you sell me to him? When you already sold me?" Kyle shakes his head, "The King of the DeLuca kingdom was doing me a favor. I can call and tell him Mark Mortaga wants you, and he'd be okay with it." "Why doe's this Mark Mortaga want me for?” Kyle stands and puts his hands on my shoulder.

"It's not my place to ask a question like that. But I have a pretty good idea, though,” He says. "You mean.." "Yes," Kyle says, cutting me off.