The Alpha’s Slave

BRIANNA’S POV© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Do you, Brianna Campbell, take Sebastian Stan to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?” The priest looked at me expectantly with proud eyes.

I was lost in the depths of Sebastian’s eyes when the priest said those words to me, snapping me from his enchanting gaze. Years back, if anyone had told me this day would come, that I would be getting married to anyone, much less to an Alpha King, I wouldn’t have believed them. I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with Hermes in his hellhole of a castle and die in his hands. Little did I know fate had other plans for me. Better plans.

I took a deep breath, gave a confident nod, smiled through my veil and said, “Yes, I do.”

The priest asked Sebastian the same thing. Bubbling with excitement as he grinned ear to ear, he didn’t wait for the priest to finish as he quickly answered, “Yes…yes, I do.”

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, Sebastian Stan and Brianna Campbell husband and wife. You may seal your vows with a kiss,” the priest declared with a broad smile.

Sebastian raised my veil and looked at me as though I was a present he couldn’t wait to unbox, the ultimate prize he couldn’t wait to claim.

I gave myself freely to him as he took me by the chin and drugged me gently with a kiss that sang through my veins.

His lips felt like heaven against mine and my body seemed to be melting in his hold. I couldn’t get enough. I craved more, I wanted more of him. His heavenly lips, warm soothing mouth, magical tongue, his melting hold, but it was a wedding. We had an audience, so we were advised to keep it short and less intense. We can finish off at night after the reception party.

Reluctantly, we broke apart from each other, grinning jubilantly.

“I love you and I promise to be everything you want me to be,” he whispered in my left ear, her warm tingling breath sending shivers down my neck.

“I love you too and promise to be the best wife you can ask for,” I replied, wishing I could kiss him some more.

We turned to face the small crowd watching. Applause erupted, accompanied by cheers, hand-blown whistles, and a shower of confetti filling the air.

It was a joyous low-key event held on the castle lawn with the most important people in our lives present. We chose our guest list very carefully, avoiding any set of people who we felt might breed problems.

As such, we invited all the castle maids, Aunt Gigi, her husband and my cousins, some of the salesgirls back at the jewellery shop, a few of Sebastian’s family members who understood and respected his decision, his very close friends who he was sure wouldn’t judge him, leaving out members of Association of Alpha Kings. He didn’t even inform them, and honestly, it was better that way. Hermes was a member there, and the last thing I want in this world is to see his ugly face again.

We stepped down the platform. The music began to play as we got ready for our first dance as a couple. After which I threw the bouquet with one of the salesgirls catching it. We took pictures. Lots of pictures to commemorate this special day and create a photo album. Then we finally moved to the large dining area arranged on the lawn to wine and dine to our satisfaction.

*****

Three months have passed since our wedding. We decided to spend our honeymoon here in the castle because he was worried about my safety, and also because the castle had everything we needed and ever will for a perfect honeymoon.

Just before our wedding, I had undergone physiotherapy to regain control of my arm and leg again. I won’t lie it was one of the most challenging moments of my life, but with Sebastian’s support, I managed to scale through. Now I can do everything I wanted without anyone’s help. Without anyone babysitting me or looking at me with sympathetic eyes.

Sebastian was the reason I had made it this far in life. He fixed me, made me whole again, and made me realize there was more to life than sorrow and regret. I was very grateful to him. I didn’t know how best to repay him. The least I could do is be a good wife to him.

Because I loved him dearly and wanted to take care of our marriage, I made it known to the maids that I would be handling all his needs including his meals, and everything that has to do with him from now on. He protested as usual, but I was stubborn and bent on my decision, making him give up.

Today I decided to make his favourite meal. I had gone halfway with it when I suddenly felt nauseous, the bile forcefully rising to the surface of my throat.

Quickly, I clamped my hand over my mouth, leaving everything I was doing and rushing to the nearest bathroom.

I threw my guts out into the sink, some of the vomit getting on my hair as there was no one to hold it back for me.

Since some of the vomit got into my hair, I took quite a long time cleaning it off. As I stared at the reflection of my face in the mirror in front of me, I noticed dark circles were forming and becoming prominent under my eyes. I also noticed a few very tiny acne on my forehead.

I didn’t know if it was due to the stress of organizing the wedding or running things around the castle, taking on my new role as the Luna and lady of the castle or the fish I was using to cook the meal because Sebastian liked salmon. But whatever the cause was, I knew I had to treat it before it got worse.

When I got back to the kitchen, I was grateful the head maid was looking after the meal. I totally forget about it. If not for her quick thinking and intervention, it would have probably been ruined.

“Thank you so much,” I said to her in gratitude.

She looked at me and nodded with a small smile.

“No problem. How are you feeling now?”

“Much better.”

I wanted to take over from her, but then felt a rush of vomit suddenly rise to my throat again as if about to be released with a splash.