The Delta's Daughter Chapter 148

Day 4 of the Gladiator Games

KELLEN

Three days had gone by since I first laid my eyes on my mate, I hadn’t slept because each night when I closed my heavy lids, her striking blue angelic eyes with just that hint of green invaded the dark corners of my mind, keeping sleep at bay.

I had to, no. I needed to see her again.

What were the chances of me being sold into slavery, coming here, and then meeting my mate

Fate. My own conscious whispered to me.

I didn’t even know her name, I wasn’t even sure if I had truly let go of Lamia, but I wanted my mate, to touch her, to feel her, to whisper her name on my lips as I looked into her eyes. I wanted to unpin her flaming hair and let my fingers run through its length.

I laid on my cot, my cock hardening for the first time in over a month, at the thought of her porcelain skin pressed against mine, pretending I knew what It felt like. Heaven is what I imagined, soft and smooth. Without thinking I found my hand dipping down into my shorts and wrapping around the length of my cock and began stroking myself as the vision of her angelic face filled the black void behind my eyes.

My movements became faster as I tugged on my erection, imagining pushing past her rosebud lips and filling her mouth with my length. I groaned at the thought and stroked myself harder and faster. So close, I could feel my release building up.

“Kellen, are you training us… Holy mother of the moon, I did not need to see this!” Ajani came in and interrupted my fantasies.

My eyes flew open, my cock immediately becoming flaccid, and I was sure my face had turned a crimson red. Conri, let a growl resonate from my chest, pissed at the interruption. I tucked myself back into my shorts and sat up. Ajani had his back to me and his hands over his eyes.

“What do you want Ajani” I said irritated and threw him an icy glare, whether he could see it or not. I had been disturbed and hadn’t gotten to finish, I was also a little embarrassed that he had caught me pleasuring myself. I don’t know why, it’s not like guys don’t do that all the time, however, I felt it was wrong in a place like this.

Especially when only a few days ago, Rogue, was almost raped by a few of the other Gladiator slaves in here.

Yet my body still hummed with the thought of my little flame. I had to get her out of my head, she was sure to reject me. Who wants a slave as a mate

‘We are no slaves’ Conri gnashed angry words at me.

‘What good are we if we cannot shift, our title is nothing here!’ I bit back at him.

‘Soon, each day I grow stronger, but we are a king, and don’t you forget it!’ I had never felt Conri so angry and irritated at me as he was right now.

Ajani, peeked from behind his eyes, once he saw I was no longer pleasuring myself and had tucked my cock away, he turned to me. His brown eyes holding amusement “I came to ask if we would be training today.” He pursed his lips, trying to hide his smile.

“Yeah sure,” I replied getting up and motioning for him to lead the way to the common area.

When we got there, all but three of the Gladiator slaves were lined up waiting for me to start training. My eyebrows met as I looked at the men, furrowing them in confusion as they stood there in formation, patiently waiting for instructions and making me think of the new and ready-to-train Elite warriors back home. The thought made me miss home.

I briefly wondered if Mike had taken control of the kingdom, or if he was looking for me. What if he never found me How long until they gave up

I pushed those thoughts aside. I knew Mike and Lamia would never give up on me. Washing away the nostalgic thoughts and feelings, I gained a little confidence in my own mind, as I had no doubt they would leave no stone unturned to bring me home.

I knew I would have to hold up on my end and survive this living hell. I would need to take control and figure out how to get out of here. I couldn’t wallow in self-pity and wait for a rescue that may never come. I had to take matters into my own hands.

That began today.

I looked around the open area of the Gladiator barracks, I was a bloody mess mentally, in the past few months I had lost so much. A hole in my heart from the loss of my parents sat open and gaping, I had opened my heart to love, only to have it crushed, not once but twice the moon goddess had overlooked me again and given Lamia to another.

Now here I was with a tainted soul and weakened heart, and it is only now the Moon goddess has decided to give me another chance, another chance to open my heart, another chance to become stronger. Another chance to look forward to life, yet the irony of that chance did not escape me.

I was done being a fool. I was no one’s bitch. I deserved my mate, I deserved some sort of happiness, and the only way I was going to have that was to make it happen myself.

I am the King of fucking werewolves and it was high time I started acting like it!

Something snapped in me.

I don’t know if was my self pep talk, the thought of spending 22 years here like Teal, or the thought that my mate may reject me because I was sitting here in slave barracks. Pathetically whacking off to her image, instead of getting my ass in gear and going to claim what is mine.

Whatever is what that had my resolve strengthened, it had my wolf cheering on the inside.

I squared my shoulders and held my head high, puffed my chest out, and addressed the desperate men who stood in front of me, ready to give them a reason to fight.

“Gladiators!” I bellowed “We are four days into the games and twenty-four more to go! We have already lost 2 comrades, let’s not lose anymore! Today you become warriors, Gladiators no one has ever seen the likes of, Gladiator warriors that will go down in history!” All eyes were on me as I began my speech.

If these men saw me as a leader, if they wanted to follow me, then I would give them a leader, I would give them the courage to survive, the skills to fight, not just for themselves but as a pack, a team, to fight for each other. A chance to take our freedom back.

I will do this for me, for these men sold into slavery, for the women stolen from their homes, and for my mate. She will not see me as a weak slave. She will see me as the man I am, the king I am meant to be. I would do this for my Queen, for the other three Knights’.