The Black Alder Series (Books 1-3)

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It’s the last day of the summit. Thankfully, neither the king nor the queen requested me last night, and I was able to heal. Sam and I get ready for today. Since today is the ball, we have to be there, walking around with drinks and serving others. It will be crawling with Alpha Kings and Queens, so it will be all hands on deck.

Sam, Cassie, and I walk together with the rest of the servants, while my mind goes back to the triplet called Adonis and one of the other triplets from the first day. She was the one who made me feel warm inside. I believe he said his name was Ares. They have such appealing names. I shouldn’t be thinking about them, though. I shift my focus to the task at hand. The ball has already started, and all of us are gathering near the kitchens. Some of the servant’s hands are all plastic silver trays with four glasses of what I assume is sparkling wine, and we go into the room where the ball is being hosted.

This bathroom is stunning. There are three huge chandeliers on the ceiling. The walls are white and tan, and the floors are a tan marble color. There are white-decorated tables towards the back, where some people are sitting. Others are gathered everywhere else, dancing or talking. The color of the room and tables suddenly shifted to black, white, and gold. It is amazing. It keeps changing themes. Must be a witch they have. I put one hand behind my back and walked around, trying to avoid bumping into anyone. I saw King Damon’s eyes following me. He looks like a fucking banana in his yellow SpongeBob ass suit with a black mask. His wife looks no better, sporting a brown-colored Victorian-type dress that does nothing to flatter her body. They look like the definition of piss and shit.

After I’m out of glasses, I make my way out of the ballroom and somehow end up lost. Suddenly, I feel someone pull me into a room, putting their hand over my mouth as I try to scream.

“Be quiet,” the voice commands, and I do. The voice sounds so familiar. The person closes the door and turns on the lights. He lets me go, and I turn around, ready to run out until I recognize him. He has blue eyes that seem to stare into your soul. He holds my eyes while I back up until he has me pushed against the door with his nose in my neck. It feels incredibly good, but I know I need to go back. Plus, I don’t know him, though a part of me says I do.

“What’s your name?” he asks, with his nose still trailing my neck.

“An Arabella,” I stutter. Wait, when did I stutter? I pushed him back, and he looked at me with an almost loving look, but kind of hurt. I pushed him away.

“Arabella,” he says, putting his arm around me and letting my name roll from his tongue. I admit I hate my name, but hearing him say it sounds so damn sexy.

“Why do you smell this way?” he asks, invading my space again and smelling me. His arm around me is so comforting. I don’t want to leave.

“Like what?” I ask, breathing him in.

Suddenly, a couple bursts into the room kissing, and Ares and I pull away from each other, annoyed. He leaves the room, but glances at me with a smirk before he leaves. I’m still in the room with the couple that are kissing, completely oblivious that I’m there. I walked out of the room and leaned against a wall, letting out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. What was that? Why did I feel that way? I slide down with my legs against the wall and pull my knees to my chest, lost in thought, when the hairs on my neck lift, and I know King Damon is close. I stand up as he rounds a corner, and he pushes me against the wall.

“Where the fuck were you?” he demands, pushing me to the wall again.

“I got lost,” I tell him, which is true. He leans in, smells me, and grabs me by my neck, slamming me against the wall again.

“Why the fuck do you smell like a male wolf?” he growls. I didn’t know how to answer him. I’m not even sure I know what happened. Since I was silent, King Damon got upset. He grabbed my arm and led me to the back of the building, near what looked like an abandoned room. He pulled down my pants.

“It looks like you need a reminder about who the fuck you belong to,” he says, bending me over a bench.

He unbuckles his pants and spits on his hands. “You better keep silent,” he says. Why wouldn’t I be silent? I thought to myself. My thought was interrupted when he jammed his dick into my asshole. I couldn’t hold back the scream that came from such a violation.

“Shut up,” he demanded, and he slapped my ass. He kept going. I bit my lip, and it was drawing blood as I tried to stay silent. After he was done, he fixed himself right back up.

“Let that serve as a reminder of what happens when you fuck with me,” he said. I was still bent over, tears pouring out, but staying silent.

“Now hurry up and fix yourself, and get your ass back to this ball,” and then he walked out. I sat up slowly and in pain. I pulled up my pants and walked to the door when Ares burst through. He looked pissed. I was happy to see him, but then he walked up to me and punched me in the face. I held my face to help ease the pain that followed.

“So, you’re a slut,” he asked.

“In no I.”

“I don’t even know why I was so interested in you to begin with,” he said, slapping me again. New tears began to form.

“You stay the fuck away from me, you pathetic omega,” and with that, he pushed me down, and I fell hard on my ass. It sent pain through my whole body because of the assault that took place. My heart felt like it was just set on fire. He gave me a look of what I swore was pity, but it was replaced by anger. He turned around and walked away, slamming the door. Ares Pov

I’m not sure what is wrong with me or why I’m so angry. The wolf was an omega. A fucking slutty omega. When I walked out of the room after what happened, I felt my heart beating fast. She smelled so damn good, but there was something else mixed into it. My Lycan, Strike, seemed to take a liking to her as well, as he was purring softly from me touching her. I was walking back in her direction when I heard a cry. It was a painful one, and my lycan growled as we recognized the sound. I was ready to kill whoever hurt her until I saw what was happening. She was fucking the Alpha King she came with. Seeing that sight was like a bunch of knives piercing my heart at once.

Once he left, I went in and punched her. I’m not sure why I was so mad, but she seemed so innocent and so beautiful, only to find out she was just a slut. The man already had a wife. After I pushed her, I left the room and went back to the ball to find someone to get my mind off it. Briana pops up beside me, taking my arm. Good, a distraction. Arabella Pov

I forced myself up and went through a back door. It was too much. It was all too much. I walked into the forest and kept walking. I had no idea where I was going. Eventually, I heard the sound of running water and found myself coming up to a lake with a waterfall and a bench near it. It was beautiful, and it gave me a little calm.

I laid down on the bench and cried. I cried from the pain of Damon. I cried from the pain of Ares. The pain of Liza. It was all just too much pain. I heard a snap of twigs from the forest, and I wiped my eyes, sitting up fast, which I shouldn’t have done because the pain that shot through my body was a sharp one. Suddenly, a huge black wolf came out of the forest. I have no idea who it is, but I don’t feel any sense of alarm about it as it comes up to me and nudges me in the legs. I’m bewitched by not only its size but also its beauty. Its eyes are so different, unlike any I’ve ever seen before. One is hazel, and one is blue. The wolf lay down in front of me, and I reached out, running my hands around its beautiful body. It can’t be a normal wolf; it must be a feral one, but he seems tamed.

“I’m sorry you heard me crying, Mr. Wolf,” I tell the wolf. The wolf turns towards me and lays down again, as if telling me to go on. Well, no harm in telling this wolf my issues since it’s feral,” I thought to myself. So, I told the wolf everything. All of the abuse I had to endure from Damon to the abuse from his wife to him taking my virginity and using me as a fuck buddy by threatening death on Sam, to which the wolf growled, but it let me continue. I told him about Royal and the powers she says we have. I told him about not being able to shift. I told him about Ares and what happened, explaining the feelings towards Ares I had. I explained what Damon did to me, after which I found myself tearing up. The wolf growled loudly and stood up to nuzzle my face, trying to stop the tears. I then told him about what Ares did and said, and after that, he got really angry and growled again, licking the cut that had formed from Ares punching me. I put my arm around his head as he leaned down, and it seemed to calm him down.

“I’m sorry to have laid this all on you, Mr. Wolf; I just never have anyone other than Sam to talk to. You’re a wonderful listener.”

. I looked at the time and realized I had been there for over an hour.

“Oh sh*t,” and I stood up quickly, but the pain from earlier made me stagger a little.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Wolf, but I have to go. King Damon will be expecting me, and it’s been over an hour,” I tell him. He nuzzles my stomach, smelling me, and I plant a kiss on his head before walking to the servant’s quarters to change my clothes. I had gotten blood from my cut all over my white shirt. Thankfully, the wolf didn’t follow. I wouldn’t be able to explain how I found a feral wolf. After I changed, I went back to the ball and slipped into the group of servants who were serving food. King Damon notices me while I serve plates of food to some tables, but I keep my face down, not wanting him to see the mark on my face. I know how he feels about my face, and I don’t want to cause any trouble. After all, I’m just a nobody.