Reincarnated As The Alpha King's Seventh Sub

This is a dark romance, harem story, with an abuser-to-lovers theme (meaning the female protagonist would be abused at some point.) There would be recurring mature themes, including but not limited to explicit sexual scenes, BDSM, extreme male domination, blood and knife play, breeding kinks and other types of kinks, torture, violence, abuse, forced relationships, and other kinds of violence that will happen in this book. Do not let this discourage you. There are reasons for it. Consider this your trigger warning before you venture on.

Aria’s POV

The beautiful thing about betrayal was that it doesn't come from your enemies but from those closest to you—your friend, your family, your lover, and your typical ride or dies. I found this out in the worst way and on the worst possible day.

It was just a day to my wedding to Alpha Roran, and I pushed the door quietly into my best friend, Selene's apartment. I didn't have to ring the doorbell. I had a key to her apartment, just as she had mine.

I sighed, taking in the familiar ambience of the room—the familiar plush sofas and the wallpapered walls, with paintings of unclad men lined up on the walls. Selene was a wildling, obsessed with men, yet unable to keep one.

I needed her to help work on some last-minute changes to my wedding preparations. I was gaunt and weak from a strange disease that was eating me up alive from the inside, making my skin scraggly and my insides hollow. But I wanted tomorrow to be perfect. I wanted to look my best for Alpha Roran.

I wouldn't have him ridiculed for having a sickly mate. It wasn't his fault a strange sickness with an unidentifiable cause chose to afflict me just months before our wedding.

I wanted to yell out Selene's name. I hesitated. Soft, pleasurable moans coming from the bedroom stopped me.

My eyes sparked with a naughty twinkle, and I tiptoed to the bedroom door. I leaned my ear on the large, sturdy piece of mahogany. Maybe she could keep this one now, I grinned at myself.

But I had no idea each smack of hips behind the door, each raw, guttural moan from Selene's lips, was all a thread with which betrayal was being woven.

It all crumbled when that rough, baritone voice that I had come to know and loved for sixteen years of my life—the voice of Alpha Roran, my chosen mate—pierced the air behind the door as it pierced my soul.

“Turn around, baby, and spread your cheeks more for me,” he said. There was a ruffle of bedclothes as Selene must have changed position.

The cold doorknob turned colder beneath my fingers, and they trembled. It couldn't be Alpha Roran in there with Selene? It must be someone with a similar voice. It definitely couldn't be him. I thought, desperately hoping I was right.

The deep baritone voice proved me wrong again, as it unleashed a loud moan of satisfaction.

That breathed courage into my veins, and I pushed the door. The scene I saw on Selene's queen-size bed brought hot tears sliding fast down my eyes.

Alpha Roran held Selene's ass, arched up before his pelvis. His cock was deep inside her, while his thumb teased her asshole.

They registered my presence and dislodged from each other's genitals. They froze in their separate positions. Selene naked on the bed, a slimy whitish liquid dripping down her sex. Roran stood just by the bed, his cock jutting out of him, rock hard, indifferent to the tension that gripped the room, the silence that stung the air between the three of us.

My heart felt like it was being ripped from me from the inside. Tears stung harder now, a watery veil cast over my eyes. I trusted and loved them both so much. How could they do this to me?

It would have hurt less if they had looked guilty or regretful. All I saw in their eyes was the shame and embarrassment of being caught.

I tried to speak but could only manage a meaningless cackle. I spun around quietly. I shouldn’t cry. They weren't worth it, I thought. Yet, the tears flow freely down my cheeks.

My legs wobbled under me, weak. It gave up on carrying my upper body, and I collapsed against a wall.

“Aria! Aria!” Alpha Roran screamed. He ran out of the room after me. “It isn't what you think, darling.”

He leaned to help me from the wall, but I slapped off his hands. “Get the hell off me,” I snapped at him.

The sadness and pain squeezing my heart tight inside of me squeezed up my breath too. I felt extremely weak, my breath became raspy, and my eyes swirled. everything I laid my eyes on came in twos, even Roran and Selene as they pulled up before me.

I rested more on the wall and shook my head gently until everything became one once again. But tears was soon to cast a watery mist over my vision again.

Roran tried to reach for me again. Once again, I slapped his hands off him. “Don't touch me, Roran. Don't fucking touch me.”

He drew back and kept pacing on the spot once again, miserably, begging me to let him explain. As if there was anything he could say to erase the agonizing sting of what I had just witnessed.

“You did this to me, after all I have done for you, Roran. After all I have sacrificed for you.” My words came out whizzy. The wild, painful beating of my heart slowly robbed me of breath.

I had lived most of my life for him, sacrificing sixteen years of my life to him. He had been a poor boy from a weak pack when I had chosen him as my mate, against everyone's warning—my parents, my family. I spent sixteen years of my life making him into a man my family would approve of—an Alpha that could stand on his feet. And such betrayal is all I get in return.

He was supposed to inherit my pack by marriage tomorrow, since it became mine after my parent's death a year ago. But he won't get it anymore. I would make sure he returns to being that wretched boy I had helped into a man.

He reached for me again, and I jerked his hands away. “Don't you dare touch me, Roran. I reject you as my mate, and our marriage is as good as over.” I yelled at him.

I turned to Selene, eyeing the cheap mask of guilt she wore as she looked away from me, struggling to meet my eyes. I have always known she was wild—a cheap whore. What I didn't know was that she would peddle herself to my mate too.

"It is over between us, Selene. Don't you ever contact me again.”

“I am sorry, Aria.” She begged, reaching for my arms. “I can explain. We have come a long way together. Don't let a man come between us.”

I eyed her fingers on my arm. “You should have thought of that before you started spreading your legs for my fiancée.”

I shook my hand off. I gathered myself from the wall, clutched my purse right, and stomped for the door. “Good fucking bye,” I yelled at both of them over my shoulders, cleaning off my tears with the back of my hands.

I was halfway to the door when it happened again, as it had been doing for months now—that sudden force that slams against my skull from the inside, threatening to split my head open.

My eyes swirled around wildly again, everything blurring into indistinct shapes. I staggered on my feet, dizzy, collapsing against the nearest sofa.

“What happened, Aria? What is wrong?” Roran screamed behind me. The noise of his feet stomping the ground as he ran to me jarred through my ears.

“Get her water or something to drink, Selene.” He yelled above my head, his voice dripping with concern.

“I will. I am coming,” Selene answered. I heard her running around the room.

A moment later, a glass was forced into my hand. Roran's thick fingers wrapped mine around the glass. “Drink it. You need it. You are not looking good.”

I shook him and the glass off. He persisted, and I eventually took the glass. My fingers trembled as I steered it for my lips. I drank the whole thing in one go, the fruity yet bitter taste stinging my throat. Maybe I do need it. Because not long after I drank the soda, my eyes began to clear. The blurry veil started to lift slowly from my eyes like a theater’s curtain.

My eyes darkened at the sight of him again before me. His face was the last thing I wanted to ever see again.

“So how are you feeling now, Aria?” He asked, his voice soft, expression solemn as he took a step towards me.

I took a step back from him. “I am okay…” The rest of the words died in a throat as a sharp pain tore me up from the inside.

My fingers sank into the fluffy backrest of the sofa as I grabbed tight to it. The pain in my stomach grew, tying up my insides so tight my legs could no longer support me, and I collapsed onto the floor. Now that I was panting, I realized with my wolf senses that my breath smelled funny.

I lifted my head, groaning from the pain jarring through my body. I stared into the wine glass in my hand. I wasn't sure, but I could swear there was definitely something wrong with the soda.

“What did you put in the drink?” I asked, barely managing to speak with the pain consuming me whole from the inside.

Roran dropped to a squat beside me, concerned etched on his face. Selene just hissed. Roran turned to her then. “What did you put in the drink?” His tone blatantly accused her.

“Just a bigger dose of the arsenic you have been slipping in her food and drinks for months.”

Roran jumped to his feet. “How could you do that, Selene? That would kill her instantly. We agreed to do it slowly, so it won't be traced back to us.”

I wanted to speak when another sharp pain sliced through me like a blade from the inside, and I resorted to groaning in pain instead.

Selene shrugged her shoulders, her mask of guilt and regret lifting from her face. “Now that she has found out about us, it won't be long before she finds out about everything else. How do you hope to deal with things then?”

“But…” Roran tried to speak, and Selene cut him off.

“This is the only way to make sure we are safe after everything we have done, Roran. Just find a way to dispose of her body, and nobody will know what we have done or what happens to her.” Selene said. She strolled away, as naked as she came.

Roran turned back to me then. "I am sorry, Aria. You are a good person, but this just had to happen." He sighed.

I wanted to yell at him, to curse him, but my stomach heated up in an intense wave of agony that gradually robbed me completely of all senses.

I saw nothing, felt nothing, heard nothing, but a swarming abyss of darkness reaching for me, the cold hands of death pulling me fast into its confines, until it claimed me, and then there was nothing.