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A knock sounded on Robin's door half an hour later. Robin wiped his clammy hands on his robe and hastily walked to the door to open it. Two female guards stood outside with Victor bound between them. He smirked when he saw Robin. His lip twisted up in a knowing look. Robin held off the blush that started to creep up his face. The man was too handsome for his own good. One of the female guards handed Robin the remote control for Victor's collar before leaving the two of them alone. Robin let Victor in then clicked the door shut behind him. When he turned Victor was standing way too close, looming over him, pressing him against the door. Robin gasped at this sudden proximity. He felt caged even though Victor's hands were bound.
At least Victor was wearing proper clothes today but it couldn't hide the musculature he supported behind those clothes. Robin gulped down a knot when eyes fell on the stretched material on his chest, and he quickly averted his gaze.
"Back off or I will press this," Robin warned, hovering his finger above the yellow button.
Victor chuckled before taking a few steps back. Robin sighed, finally breathing freely.
In the bright lighting of his room, he was able to see Victor clearly. The initiation room didn't do his beauty justice. The man looked like an artist's perfect creation. Tall frame, deep-seated eyes, thick eyebrows. The harshness of his living conditions didn't take away his beauty. Robin was having a hard time trying not to look at those lush lips, or the corded neck with a prominent Adam's Apple. God must have taken his time creating this man, sculpting each part with care.
Stepping forward, Robin removed the ball gag from Victor's mouth. Did they bind him every time he went to have sex? The thought of him sleeping with other people left a bad taste in his mouth. He remembered what his sister said about him sleeping with countless women.
"How many women have you slept with?" Robin asked.
"Why?" Victor smiled before walking back and sitting on Robin's bed. Legs slightly spread, leaning back on his elbows. He was way too smug for a slave.
"I want to know," Robin said.
"What do you think Alpha slaves do in your Palace?"
"Plough the fields?" Robin said more like a question. He had never given it a thought before his initiation day. He knew what female slaves were meant for, and he hated how the Palace used them but the idea of Alphas being used in the same way didn't cross his mind.
Victor gave a full-throttle laugh. So obnoxious that it made Robin's lips twitch as well.
"Besides that. Now you know what your family members use me for."
Robin didn't want to think about it. It made him gag. "I will request another slave," Robin said, raising his chin, while his body hummed with awareness.
Victor's eyes narrowed at his comment. "I dare you to do that," he challenged as he sat up, his eyes boring down on him, his voice an octave deeper than usual.
"You can not talk to me like that," Robin said, even though he shivered from the tone of his voice.
"How do you want me to talk to you then, Princess?" Victor asked, tilting his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. The way his moods changed, Robin wondered if he had some sort of personality disorder he had read in books.
"I am not going to have sex with you," Robin said more to himself than him.
Victor shrugged, "You are the one who called me to your room."
"Did you tell anyone that I didn't do it all the way with you?" Robin asked.
"No."
"Good," Robin said, walking to the loveseat at the far corner and sitting on it. "You are not allowed to sit on the bed. Sit on the floor. You are a slave."
Victor didn't protest. He stood up and sat on his knees in front of Robin. "Is this okay, Princess?"
Robin cleared his throat, feeling tingles travel down his spine. "Yeah." He should ask him to stop calling him princess but a part of him liked the sound of it.
"Will you be kind enough to remove that awful robe, my princess?"
Robin raised his eyebrows at his request. Robin was still wearing the party robe. All three layers of them. "You can't make demands like that!" Robin snapped.
Victor smirked. "I am sorry for overstepping but you looked awfully uncomfortable."
"I was going to remove them anyway. But I don't want you to make demands," Robin said, removing the thick cotton outer robe followed by the silk one. He sat in his cotton shirt and shorts. Victor stared at the whole thing unabashedly.
"Why are you staring?" Robin asked.
"I can't help it."
There was something oddly appealing about Victor's unabashed honesty. Maybe he shouldn't have removed the robe.
Robin sat back and crossed his legs, hiding the evidence of his arousal. "Where are you from?" Robin asked to distract himself from his carnal thoughts.
"Dhasur," Victor answered.
Robin had heard of Dhasur. It was one of the few Democratic countries situated up North. One of the strongest ones as well.
"Were you captured during the war?"
"Yes," Victor answered.
"My mom said you killed half of our army."
"Did I?" Victor asked, anger brewing behind his gaze.
"Were you a commander?"
"Or sorts," he answered. There was a change in his expression, like the war brought in unpleasant memories. Robin knew how brutal the war could be. His father had the upper hand, having a larger Army. Most Kingdoms of South and East were his father's alliances. Marcella Kingdoms was one of the strongest forces in Kube. Going against his father was a death wish.
"Don't you feel guilty for killing so many men?" Robin asked.
"I was fighting for my country, for my people, I feel proud, not guilty. Your father should be the one feeling guilty. He killed innocent civilians who had nothing to do with the war."
Robin sucked in a breath. "He would never do that. There are protocols. He wouldn't break laws for war."
Victor kept quiet but Robin saw his jaw clench.
Robin had a feeling Victor didn't agree. Robin knew his father wasn't the most righteous man. He had huge flaws in his leadership. The way he treated the working class said a lot about what kind of king he was.
"Do you have someone back at home?" Robin asked with hesitation.
"Your father killed most of the people I knew."
Robin closed his eyes, feeling heaviness in his chest. "I am sorry," he said.
"Why are you sorry? You didn't even know what your father did."
"I should have been more aware," Robin said. "My younger brother will take over the throne after he experiences his first rut. Maybe he will be different."
Victor shook his head, laughing.
"What?" Robin prompted. "Why are you laughing?"
"Marco will not be able to keep the throne for a single second."
"Shut up! Saying things like that can get you killed," Robin snapped.
Victor's lips extended in a crooked smile. "When will he go into a rut?" he asked.
"I don't know. Alphas mature later than Omegas. So I have no idea."
Victor nodded. "Let's hope things change before your brother takes the throne."
There was a hidden meaning behind those words but Robin didn't delve into it.
"What do you do when you go into a rut?" Robin asked. He had never thought about Alpha's rut before today. He knew it was intense. Just like going into heat was intense for Omegas.
"They chain us up and lock us in a room," Victor answered.
"That must be painful," Robin whispered.
Victor blinked, his eyes intent on him. Robin cleared his throat when he caught himself getting lost in Victor's gaze.
"Why did you call for me, Robin?" Victor asked, all businesslike.
Robin would never get used to hearing his name on Victor's lips.
"I don't know. I didn't want anyone to get suspicious of me, I guess," Robin lied.
"Hmm," Victor said, deep in thought.
Both of them sat there in silence for the next few minutes while Victor looked at him with amusement as he squirmed.
What are you thinking, sweet?"
Robin's eyes flew open and he looked at Victor with shock. Victor looked disgruntled with his own use of the endearment.
"Don't ever call me that!" Robin snapped, shocked at how it made him feel.
"I am sorry," Victor said, lowering his gaze. Robin saw how his jaw clenched and the muscles of his shoulders bunched as if he was angry at himself.
This was bad…he couldn't lose himself like this to a slave. "I think I am done," Robin said, feeling his whole body buzz in a weird way. He took his robe and covered himself, feeling embarrassed for caving into his desires. This man made him feel things that weren't normal. It was dangerous to be around him. "I am calling the guards."
Victor didn't stop him when Robin rang the guards and they came rushing in. They picked Victor up from his kneeling position and pulled him outside Robin's room.