Fantasy

“Will you die for them?”
    The Alpha King’s voice was cold enough to silence the hall. And Althea heard the answer long before she spoke it… not from herself, but from the minds screaming around her.
    ‘Just sacrifice yourself.’
    ‘You’re nothing.’
    ‘You should die for us.’
    Her gift or curse let her hear and read every hateful thought, every desperate plea. And even then, she still stepped forward. She chose to protect the weak, the innocent, the only ones who had ever shown her kindness… even if the price was her life.
    But Gavriel Kingsley, the Alpha King, didn’t kill her.
    He wanted something else.
    Ownership.
    “You are mine now,” His voice barely above a whisper.
    “As a slave?!”
    The King chuckled, his gaze dark as midnight. “As my breeder.”