It’s weird.
I feel nauseous. I have eaten nothing for the past week, so maybe that’s why. But this was no ordinary pang of hunger I was feeling. It’s as if… someone drugged me.
“Argh,” I grumbled as I struggled to open my eyes.
I must’ve passed out a while ago since the last thing I remember was being dragged from the dingy storage room that I call home. I tried to move and my wrists throbbed in pain as the rough rope tightly tied around them chafed my skin.
Judging from the way everything shook and the revving of an engine beneath me, I was most likely in a moving vehicle. It was difficult to sit up because of the bumpy road and the way my hands were secured behind my back, but after mustering barely enough strength to push myself from the hot metal floor, I managed to do so.
My throat was scratchy and dry. Parched, I wanted to scream to demand a cup of water, but my voice wouldn’t work, and I only ended up producing soft whimpers.
Suddenly, the truck halted. I heard the driver’s door open, which was then followed by my owner’s heavy footsteps against the ground. Not long after, the doors opened, letting the harsh sunlight stream into the compartment. I squinted my eyes instinctively and tilted my head away from the light.
“Come on,” I heard him command impatiently. I could almost feel the painful whips on my thighs and back from the times when I was desperate enough to be disobedient, so I attempted to stand up.
With the little strength that I have, I wasn’t surprised that I fell face-first instead. My chest, nose, and forehead stung, and I groaned in pain. The hot metal burned my exposed skin.
“What a pain,” my owner complained, followed by a string of unintelligent words mumbled under his breath. After climbing into the compartment, he wasted no time and dragged me violently out of the vehicle by the collar of my tattered dress. I was thrown onto the asphalt with a painful thud.
“Ah!” I screamed. My bones were on fire, but thankfully, I didn’t seem to have fractured one anywhere. My breaths shallowed, and I shut my eyes tightly as my body ached.
The doors of the back of the truck were then closed and locked, the metal loudly slamming against each other.
“Is this the one?”
The low, unfamiliar voice made me curious, so I slowly opened my eyes once more. I still haven’t gotten used to the sunlight yet, so the back of my eyeballs pulsated, and my vision blurred. Everything was out of focus, but I knew I was on a residential street with colorful houses of different sizes adorning either side of the road.
“Yes, sir,” my owner replied.
I rolled a bit to my side to look up at the other person. Through the haziness, I spotted a pair of bright golden eyes staring down at me coldly—a werewolf’s. There was no mistaking it.
The situation suddenly made sense: I was being sold.
Being a slave until death was no better, but at least I would get hot meals every day from then on instead of a block of cold tofu once a week. It was fortunate that a few werewolves cared enough about us puny humans that a law that required such existed.
“Here,” the werewolf said, handing the other a thin wad of green cash. It was degrading that my life and service were only worth so little.
I closed my eyes to rest. Moments later, I heard the truck drive away, and when it was out of earshot, I felt the man step closer towards where I lay on the pavement.
“You,” he called out in a stern voice, scaring me into looking up at him. His unwavering golden orbs stared at me in a way that sent chills down my spine. He then knelt down, and my stomach immediately lurched, tempting me to vomit.
I forced myself to take shallower and fewer breaths despite the raging pain all over my body as his dominant pheromones invaded my system. My heart pumped loudly and my lungs burned due to the lack of oxygen. I buried my face into the asphalt. It wasn’t enough to block off the smell, but it did get my nose a little further away from him.
The man took notice of my discomfort upon sensing his pheromones, and his frown deepened. With a finger on my chin, he tilted my head up to force me to gaze into his eyes.
“From now on, you will be serving me—Dylan Hayes.”
I sat up from the bed groggily upon hearing the now-familiar alarm blare off. My room was small enough that if I reached out an arm, I could open my blinds, which was convenient. The sky outside showed different hues of orange and yellow as the sun was only starting to rise. The alarm stopped automatically a few seconds later. I had been serving Dylan Hayes for a couple of months now. I wouldn’t say that my life was a lot better than before. However, my master rarely cares about what I do as long as I do my job well, so I would say that I’m luckier than most slaves. Although I did get in a lot of trouble before since it wasn’t easy for me to wake up to the alarm set for me in the beginning, but besides that, I think I’m doing great so far. I took a quick shower and wore my usual attire—just a plain white oversized shirt that fell until my mid-thighs. As if th
I dropped my hand to inhale deeply and my eyes quickly scanned the state he was in—bright yet bleary eyes, high temperature, flushed face, and uncontrolled release of sexual pheromones. I’ve never seen a werewolf in heat before, but I was certain. “Isabella,” he whispered into the crook of my neck. I’m going to have to give him a Raudona pill fast. The entire duration of my stay, he’s never been in heat, so I assumed that he’s been taking a regular dose of those heat suppressants. But the problem is that I don’t know where he keeps his stash. “Master, where do you keep your pills?” My body tingled the more I breathe in his pheromones. I’m afraid that if I stay in the same room as him any longer, I might lose my mind. I craned my neck from side to side, looking for a
I opened my eyes the next morning with the sunlight streaming to the bedroom through the huge glass doors that led to the balcony. I tried to sit up and my body protested in pain, leaving me immobile and huffing on the bed.Last night’s events ran through my head and tears immediately welled up in the corner of my eyes. It was unfair how much leverage werewolves had over humans just because they could affect us with their pheromones.With a shaky hand, I dabbed at the swollen skin behind my ear with my fingertips. I felt normal, but when he bit me there last night, I couldn’t possibly have only imagined the strange sensation I had then. Did the pain only wake me up? That was likely. But it was just so odd that I couldn’t help but overthink that perhaps something else happened at that moment.Sudden
There is one certain way to sever a bond made through marking, though.Death.I shivered at the thought and hugged my knees tighter. Dylan… He’s not going to kill me, is he?It’s not like he couldn’t, either. He has an entire pack of around a couple hundred werewolves under his disposal, after all. Dylan doesn’t even have to do the dirty work.“He’s more of a chemist than a medical doctor,” he continued to explain, snapping me out of my terrifying train of thoughts. “But I guess I should call him to come over tonight to tend to your bruises first.”“Bruises?” I looked down at my body, and true enough, my pale skin was dotted with red hickeys and
Dylan had instructed me to stand idly in the corner of the mess hall during their meeting. I did as I was told, but I couldn’t help but feel anxious and uncomfortable being in the presence of so many werewolves. “I am sure that you all know the reason why this meeting is called,” Dylan said. He sat in his usual seat at the head of the table with his chin resting on his interlocked fingers. For the first time since I came to serve him, all the seats were taken. I now see why he kept the ridiculously long table in the house. A werewolf raised a hand, and when he was granted permission to speak, he turned to look at me and growled. I flinched in fear and took a step back, pressing my spine against the wall. He pointed an accusing finger at me and said, “Do we not need to get rid of the slave, alpha? Even we ha
I felt my body tremble as something soft and warm was pressed against my lids, preventing me from opening my eyes. My ears were ringing with the screams of the doctor, and as my pulse pounded obnoxiously loud against my temples, the terrifying sound got more and more muffled until I could no longer hear anything but the rapid rhythm of my heartbeat. Although I didn’t see what had happened, the noise was enough to render my legs weak and make me want to vomit. Just when I was on the verge of losing my mind, I heard Dylan whisper in my ear softly, as if he didn’t just tear apart a fellow werewolf like how one would a cardboard. “Can you stand up?” I surprisingly managed to shake my head, albeit meekly. Suddenly, I heard multiple footsteps shuffling in the hallway, followed by the doors bursting open. I raised a sha
I don’t know how much time has passed when I awoke yet again. I sat up groggily from the bed, only to realize that it was nighttime and Dylan wasn’t sleeping beside me. I vaguely remember him telling me that it was normal for partners to share the same bed, so I just assumed that he would accompany me there. My backache was gone, but my joints were still stiff, which was no surprise considering that I apparently had been out for a week. I got out of bed and wobbled towards the door. The hallways were cold and all the lights in the manor were turned off, so I could only assume that it was some time in the middle of the night. “Argh,” I mumbled under my breath upon feeling the chill stinging my bare legs. I was tempted to go back into the room and grab a blanket to wrap myself with, but that would be rude since I was still one of the household’s slaves after al
My heart thumped loudly against my chest. Dylan stuck out his tongue, begging my lips for entrance. So I opened my mouth wider to let him in. I mindlessly moaned into the kiss and arched my back. His hands roamed my body. He squeezed and rubbed the skin under my shirt, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. Not long after, I found myself lying down on the sofa with Dylan on top of me, grinding his hard arousal against my thigh. “Dylan, are you in heat again?” I asked in between breaths once he pulled away from the kiss to seductively nibble on my ear. It surprised me how his name stumbled out of my lips so effortlessly. “No,” he whispered in reply, his warm breath tickling my skin. “Do you want me to stop?” Of course, I didn’t. Though embarrassed, I opened my mouth t