Chapter 9 Waiting at His Door

They made us wear white, like that would make the situation any less terrifying.

We all wore similar sets, a silk short gown with a robe to cover. Yeah, make us look sexy. Of course who doesn't like their food looking sexy.

We all lined up outside a set of double doors and believe me when I tell you the number of hearts beating so loud was enough to start an orchestra.

I sucked in a breath, clenching my hands and trying to be as calm as possible on the outside but on the inside I was a shaking leaf.

"Remember what I told you girls, be on your best behavior," the mistress said and I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

Like bitch, we're not going to an audition, we're going to die.

She started walking slowly, looking at each one of us. She stopped in front of one of the girls, the most timid one and she flinched.

The mistress leaned in and whispered something to the girl. She nodded quickly, before straightening-or rather, trying to-because from the look on her face, whatever it is the mistress told her, if it was to calm her down, it didn't work.

The doors finally opened and it felt like my heart sank to my stomach.

A man stood at the door, face emotionless, eyes as sharp as a blade, as his eyes scanned every one of us.

I recognized him instantly as the man from last night. The King's beta.

One of the girls whimpered at the sight of him and I couldn't blame her, he was scary. Sexy, but scary.

He stepped out of the room, closing the doors behind him. He didn't say a word, just started walking with his hands behind him, like a man inspecting the goods he was about to buy.

He stopped beside me and my heart might have leaped out of my mouth but I didn't notice because I was too damn scared to move.

"Look at me." His voice drifted through my ears but it might have just been the wind and my mind messing with me. I didn't move.

"Did you hear me? I said look at me." Oh fuck, it was not the wind.

I quickly looked up, my eyes meeting his, my heart slamming against my chest.

"You'll go last." he said as he beckoned with his head for me to go to the back of the line and I didn't ask any questions.

I silently came out of where I was standing and walked to the back of the line.

I don't know why he asked me to go to the back, maybe because I was...fat, ugly. That's what they all say.

I could feel eyes on me and I turned to see that he was still looking at me and to my surprise I saw the corner of his lips move up to what might have been a smirk.

But then he turned to another girl and said;

"You, come with me."

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I sat on my throne-like chair, legs spread, my hands resting on the armrests as the door opened and the first girl walked in.

Short brown hair, brown eyes that looked scared as fuck. It was pathetic and I hated to repeat this circle.

I could smell her fear from here, it was so thick in the air that it was choking me.

She walked further into the room until she stopped a few feet away from me. I was mostly covered by shadows so she couldn't see my face but I could see her.

She was what some would call, cute.

"Your Majesty," she said with a bow, voice trembling.

"My name is Samantha...Samantha Wilson." I didn't respond, just watched her silently.

I thought she was going to turn and leave, because I didn't have any plan in touching any woman tonight. This was just Lucien's bright idea for me to find that woman.

Make them all introduce themselves to me until I find her.

She walked towards me, something close to bravery suddenly shining in her eyes and I leaned back in my chair, watching.

She stopped in front of me and then suddenly, she got on my lap, straddling me.

My cock was already hard, and the weight of her on me made me groan.

"Brave are we?" I said but she didn't respond, instead she started grinding on me but my hand immediately shot out, stopping her.

I knew what she was trying to do. If she's going to die, why not just die tonight.

"Get off me." I said calmly, and she blinked like she couldn't believe her ears but then she nodded as she slowly got off me.

"I have to see the others too."

"I'm sorry, my king," she said with a bow before quickly rushing out of the room.

I took a deep breath as I adjusted my pants. My cock was painfully hard and the slightest movement of the fabric was making me uncomfortable.

Minutes later another girl entered and introduced herself.

She didn't have the scent I was looking for.

Another came. And another.

And another.

Telling me names I'll never remember.

Until the very last one or so I thought.

The door opened again and this time it was Lucien that walked in.

"My King, it's left with just one girl."

"Send her in." I said, and he nodded before walking out.

I leaned back in my chair as I waited and then I heard the sound of footsteps.

Seconds later, a scent so strong hit me even before the door opened.

Vanilla. Jasmine.

It was her.

I hadn't imagined her.

She was real.