Alpha King’s sex slave

(Help from priestess)

Queen Galina’s POV

“Come in, my Queen.” She parts to the side to make room as I walk into the room, my gaze drinking up every detail of her abode. The walls were cracked, a long line running, slantly at every edge and the furniture wasn’t as exquisite, but I could manage.

My nose picked up the smell of herbs and burning potions with strange-looking things hanging at the corners of the wall.

“It’s been ...