Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate-Chapter 89: Plans Of Prince Kanyon

(The Kingdom of Volsra)

The cabarets were well-known establishments in Volsra where the rich went for entertainment. It was not limited to singing, dancing and drinking but to all kinds of sexual and macabre activities.

All kinds of kinks that the rich held could be fulfilled in the name of entertainment.

The entertainers were mostly slaves, trained to please the rich patrons in every possible way. Even with their blood and death. Torture, rape, whipping, strangulation, asphyxiation and sucking them dry were common scenes there.

The lives of the poor and slaves were worthless in Volsra. Only their bodies and blood mattered which was owned by the Monarch. They were bound to him and under no circumstances could they say no.

Prince Kanyon was stretched out on a velvet red divan, bored down to his bones in one of such establishments called "The Red House".

It was limited to the nobles and royal family members. A place where blood was cheaper than wine. This particular establishment was established by Kanyon; his main purpose was to quench his thirst, but his companions enjoyed other kinks.

His long legs were stretched out on the comfortable velvet-red divan with cushions. The index finger of his right hand lazily rested on his temple while the thumb was under his pointed chin. His darker-than-the-moonless night hair with a red streak was tied behind his head in a man bun.

His intelligent crimson eyes sluggishly took in the curvy woman ordered to dance for him. Gold ornaments decorated her nipples and the private area between her legs. With delicate chains wound around her belly and neck, she was a picture of seduction but not for Kanyon.

He didn’t frequent this place nor was he interested in these salacious women, trying to tempt him. But he had to meet a few people and until they arrived, the master of the Red House felt the need to keep him entertained. No one wished to anger the Prince, known for his violence, especially in his own establishment.

"Stop!" His command rang out, sending a jolt of shiver running through the dancer’s body. She instantly obeyed and stood with her hands crossed in front and her head bowed.

"Come closer!" He beckoned her with the swift movement of his left-hand fingers. The voice so deep and devoid of emotions, just like the place he was sitting in.

She trembled and took tentative steps; fear crawled through her very skin and coated her body with goosebumps. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Kneel!" He ordered in an intimidating voice which made her legs tremble. His finger slowly drummed on his temple as he watched her struggle. Slowly she obeyed and knelt where his feet were. Her curvy body glistened under the red light.

"Now, bow!" He unblinkingly told her; there was a malicious smile on the corners of his ruby-shaded lips.

The girl took a gulp and placed her hands on the hard floor before bowing in front of him. Kanyon dropped his feet from the divan and lazily placed them on her back, making her head hit the ground.

The pain radiated through her, but she knew better than to let a hiss escape her throat or she would be in a sea of torment.

She remembered the time when Prince Kanyon’s friends tortured and raped her friend, taking turns laughing for their entertainment. Later they drained her body of every single drop of blood. The memory still sent her into an agonising frenzy. Although Kanyon was not present, she knew he was worse than them and could gut her like a fish.

"Perfect! My feet were aching." He crossed them at his ankles and tipped his head another notch.

Just then, a man in his early thirties appeared through the door and smirked, seeing Kanyon’s actions. His light blonde hair were falling right in front of his eyes and kissed the tip of his nose while his emerald shaded eyes held hunger.

"Prince Kanyon!" He bowed courteously. His eyes dipped to the woman under the Prince’s feet.

"Shanion! What news have you brought for me?" Kanyon lazily asked, flipping his fingers so he could straighten up. His voice had a tinge of urgency to it, partially detectable.

Shanion erected his spine and stood straightened, clasping his hands in front he began to speak.

"The shifter Alpha is holding an event called Luna Trials where the Lunas of neighbouring packs will be participating in mid-December."

Shanion was a shifter-vampire. He could shift into a beetle; hence, he was excellent at spying. Kanyon had sent him to Dusartine to access the security details and gather needed information on Siroos and his pack. He had returned with tons.

Kanyon’s eyes danced with the hunger of revenge. A Luna event seemed so tempting.

"Hmm! What about their security?" Kanyon inquired, pressing his feet deeper into the spine of the woman. She almost let out a painful whimper.

"They have warriors posted all around the pack. It’s tight and they regulate it at all times. He has some strong warriors and they have check posts in all directions," Shanion answered, nipping his hunger. The blood running through the woman under Kanyon’s feet and her rapidly beating heart were so inviting. He hadn’t fed properly in so many days, one could as much as a beetle. He had been living on flower nectar and other tiny insects.

"Who is close to him and do they have mates?" Kanyon asked next.

"His brother, Faris. He doesn’t have a mate and is a womaniser. His beta, Ranon. He has a mate with whom he is very devoted. And his Gamma, Ames, also mateless." And then he went on to explain Siroos’s situation with his mate.

The smile tugging onto Kanyon’s lips began to spread wide the more he heard. He now had a very clear plan of what he needed to do.

"Tell me more about this mate of Siroos, Princess Cassandra."

Kanyon had never seen her as he had never been to the Kingdom of Speldaria but his brother sometimes spoke about her and called her a cursed princess. Someone born in a family of powerful mages but had no magic. It intrigued him to learn why that was.

"She is beautiful and smart. Siroos listens to her, irrespective of what their relationship is like, both of them are devoted to each other," Shanion explained, wetting his lower lip with his tongue. His hunger was becoming unbearable.

"All the more reasons for how sweet my revenge will be. Once I am done that bloody shifter Alpha would know what real pain feels like." Kanyon’s ruby-shaded eyes held such malevolence that even Shanion shuddered. He was elated at the thought that he was on Kanyon’s side.

"Sit with Ajaz and draw a whole map of the place. Pinpoint all the check posts, living areas, placement of warriors and anything else of importance. You have two days." Kanyon gave the ultimatum to Shanion, who promptly nodded.

"It will be done, Prince Kanyon." He took another bow.

"Excellent! I need perfection. Tell Master, I need Aiko." Kanyon slowly blinked, his long lashes kissed his brows as he opened them. The man was a perfection in himself apart from his sadistic personality.

Shanion’s feet instantly shuffled as he made his way out.

Soon, they entered again as Kanyon was observing his toenails, and the woman underneath him was trying her hardest not to squirm. Her back ached and her knees grazed on the floor below.

The Master of the Red House emerged holding the arm of a young woman. There was a softness and yet cunningness in her deep blue eyes. Her straight midnight ebony hair were cut to hang just around her shoulders. The oval face and ivory skin, she was a beauty to behold.

"Prince Kanyon, here. You called for her." Master pushed the woman forward and she tried not to stumble. A hint of defiance remained etched on her face as she kept eye contact with the renowned prince.

"That will be all, Master." Kanyon dismissed him with a wave of his fingers. He took a cursory glance at the woman under his feet and without uttering a word, left the area so Prince could have his privacy.

"Aiko! I have a job for you in the coming months. Learn the language of Dusartine, sharpen your seduction skills and stay in shape. You will have an important role to play. Practice with Enhancing Potions. Details will be provided to you," Kanyon provided clear-cut instructions.

"Understood!" She said without any emotions in her voice, her eyes fixated on the prince.

"Remember Aiko, you owe me. Don’t mess this up," Kanyon repeated with threats lacing his voice. Muscles in her neck went taut, but she forced a smile and reluctantly bowed; the rage descended in her eyes seeing the woman in his feet and how he was using her as a footstool.

"Of course!" Her voice was sickly sweet and most would have missed the irony.

Kanyon’s calculating eyes lingered on her forehead for a second before flicking towards Shanion. He picked up his feet and nudged the woman’s shoulder, pushing her towards Shanion. He said with his lips curving viciously in a voice so rich and dark that it overshadowed their hearts.

"Your reward!"

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