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 the collar wasn’t enough, human slaves are also usually dressed as basic as possible, the bare minimum being a shirt and underwear. Luckily for me, even for a human, I was pretty petite, so the shirt given to me covered me up nicely.
“Good morning,” I greeted with a small hesitant smile once my master came into the dining hall with his iPad tucked under his arm. I moved to place his breakfast tray with a plate of sausages and eggs, and a cup of black coffee on the table before returning to my post in the corner of the room.
As expected, he only looked at me grimly. He didn’t smile nor utter a word as he took his seat at the head of the ridiculously long table. Dylan took his fork with one hand as the other busied writing something on the iPad with a stylus pen.
My stomach growled. The sound cut through the silence in the room, making him look up from the screen to raise an eyebrow at me. I blushed in embarrassment and played with my fingers, swallowing back my fear.
“You’re hungry?” he asked me.
Serving someone like Dylan might be less restricting, but he was so unpredictable that it felt like I was always walking on eggshells. He never speaks to me unless it was something incredibly necessary, so I didn’t really know how to respond to his question.
“I-I’m sorry…” I mumbled quietly, still refusing to look him in the eye. For the past few days, he rarely comes home due to work, so I haven’t been given anything to eat.
He didn’t reply. I heard him stand up, the legs of his chair screeching against the marble flooring. Looking up, I saw him nod towards the direction of the kitchen and I immediately followed suit, my stomach lurching in anticipation.
He was finally going to feed me.
He retrieved a packet of ready-made meals from the cupboard and, without even reheating it, dumped its contents into a bowl. It was the same gloopy brownish mixture that I had been consuming since my stay here. Although it had a weird taste that I couldn’t quite describe, I was just grateful that I could finally eat something else besides a block of bland tofu.
“Thank you, master,” I said as I sat on the cold floor with my legs tucked underneath, just as he instructed me before. He handed me a spoon and placed the bowl on the space in front of me. I wasted no time and dug in.
“I have to go to work now,” he said. “Now be a good girl and take care of the house.”
“Yes, master,” I nodded with a grin, satisfied with my first meal in days.
He frowned at my demeanor but said nothing else and left.
Later that day, I had more energy to do house chores, nevertheless, it was certainly still a struggle. For one, I think I’m the only slave in the household (besides the occasional gardener hired to come once a week), and another thing is that the mansion was just too big that I think it took up almost a block in the neighborhood.
I dusted shelves, vacuumed carpets, and wiped a gazillion windows until the sun was setting. If work did not hold him back, Dylan would be home in around an hour, so I prepped the kitchen to come up with dinner. I wouldn’t say that I’m good at cooking, but fortunately, I found a cooking book lying around one time while cleaning and was allowed to take it, so I made more than decent meals so far.
Humming to the tune of one of the very few songs that I know, I chopped the ingredients. The mansion at night was eerily quiet and I tended to make as much noise that I could to shake off the feeling. I couldn’t imagine how Dylan used to live in such a ginormous home alone before he bought me. I’m not much of a company to a werewolf, but a company still.
Suddenly, I heard a car park in the garage. Although surprised, I quickly washed my hands and ran to the front door. He wasn’t supposed to be home yet, and fear crept up to my throat upon realizing that there was no dinner waiting for him at the dining hall.
“M-Master.”
I held the door open for him with a trembling smile. But as soon as he stumbled into the doorway, my fear subsided, replaced by concern. Dylan could barely stand on his own and his face was as red as a tomato.
He turned to look at me. His golden eyes shone more than usual, his gaze intense but unfocused.
Raising a hand, he pointed an index finger at me, “You…”
The door closed as I let go of the handle to assist him, placing his arm over my shoulders. Werewolves are generally a lot taller and leaner than humans, so of course, my petite physique was almost no help at all, and I struggled under his weight.
“What’s wrong, master? Should I call for an ambulance?”
“Don’t,” he huffed, his breaths coming short. “I don’t need one.”
He obviously needed one. It must be his pride as an alpha that was keeping him from seeking help. But I didn’t dare insist further.
“I’ll take you to your room, then.”
With the little strength that I have, I guided him to his bedroom. We would stumble every now and then, but I would always urge him to keep walking. As I craned my neck to check his state, I noticed how his eyes were drooping and his body was also emitting an insane temperature that even through his layers of clothes, I could still feel the heat. If a human had a fever like this, he would probably die in a matter of hours.
Beads of sweat ran down the sides of my head and back, and my legs were buckling as Dylan was gradually leaning more and more against me. He was staring at the empty space in front of him—it looked like he was going to pass out soon.
We finally reached his bedroom after what felt like hours. I kicked the door open as both of my hands were busy trying to keep the werewolf upright.
“Just a little bit more”
I panted after successfully throwing him onto his bed and flinging a blanket over him. My legs were about to give out, but I pushed myself to at least make it back to the kitchen first before resting. I turned around to leave but was held back when he grabbed my wrist.
“I-Is there anything you need, master?”
“You…” he mumbled. He looked out of it like he was intoxicated. “I never asked for your name.”
“Ah. A mother figure named me Isabella back at the slave house”
I was confused why he was talking about something so trivial when he should be resting and trying to recover. Perhaps it was his stress from the past few weeks that made him so sick.
Werewolves typically heal rapidly with some sleep, so they don’t really have medicines—well, except for the Raudona pill, that is, to aid them during their heat cycle.
“Isabella, huh,” he said as he pushed himself off the bed with his free arm. He then swung his legs over the side of the bed before patting his lap. “Come here”.
“H-Huh?”
I was in no place to question a direct command from my master, but I was just so confused that I ended up staring at him with my mouth agape. Then, he smirked. Through the dimly lit room, his golden eyes shone brightly as he released pheromones from his body. I quivered and my hand flew to cover my nose.
“I said…” his voice deepened into a growl and his pheromones got stronger. “Come here.”
With shaky legs, I took a step forward. “Y-Yes, master.”
The little strength that I have left in my body began to ebb away, like I was a cone of melting ice cream. He seemed to have grown impatient that he just pulled on my wrist and scooped me up to force me to sit on his lap with my thighs on either side of his.
I felt the bulge in his pants.
“M-Master,” I muttered in shock, realization finally sinking in. “Are you perhaps… in heat?”
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
I flung my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes to compensate for the height difference. Dylan was just much too tall for me and he had to slouch to kiss me. He realized immediately what I was trying to do so he lowered his arms, and after one swift move, he was suddenly carrying me. I coiled my legs around his torso so tight that I could feel the hard muscles under his clothes against my skin. “We had some unfinished business…” he said after pulling away from the kiss. “Right, Isabella?” The kiss and the intoxicating smell of his pheromones have left me panting for air. I nodded meekly in reply as he started walking towards the bed with me still in his arms. “Aren’t I heavy?” He leaned in to peck the mark behind my ear. “You think this small body of yours is