Alpha Kade

Emilia’s POV—Eleven Years LaterAnother day, another dollar. At least, that’s how it’s supposed to be, except I never get paid for any of the work I do.I have been in the Black Claw pack for last eleven years and every day it is a fight to stay alive—to keep on going until I can find a way to get out of this fucking hell hole.Since my parent’s murder, I have been reduced to nothing but a simple common slave to the Alpha and his pack.That man who ordered my mom to be raped and murdered in front of my father and then proceeded to kill my dad? He was a bounty hunter, sent to retrieve me because Alpha Jackson placed a hefty bounty on me.Why you ask? Well, when you figure that out, let me know.“Emilia!” Luna Ismalda screeches from downstairs.I slowly rise from the bed, my joints aching from the lumpy mattress underneath me. I sigh softly to myself and look around the room I’m in.One day…One day, I won’t have to live like this. I just have to wait until I turn 18…one more day…then I

Alpha Kade’s POV“Emilia,” Jackson barks, “show our guests to the rooms you had made up for them.” I am disgusted as I glance at the girl and see the fear in her eyes. One of the girls next to her inconspicuously taps her on her lower back, almost like she is trying to reassure her that everything is done. Emilia turns her head slightly and the girl gives her a small, barely noticeable nod. My guess? She didn’t know she was responsible for preparing our rooms.“Follow me,” she murmurs softly, motioning for us to follow behind her. I turn to look at the warriors and my ranked members. Two of my warriors’ step-in front of me, following directly behind the girl.I swear my men sometimes take their tasks too serious sometimes. I highly doubt this measly Omega could harm any of us, even if she wanted to. She looks severely malnourished and underweight. It doesn’t look like she has even an ounce of muscle on her.Whenever I leave the pack, I always bring four warriors with me as added prot

Emilia’s POV I stand in front of my mirror, gingerly holding my shirt up so I can examine my bruises. My entire stomach looks horrible. If you didn’t know I am white, you wouldn’t be able to tell just from staring at my stomach. My stomach is a sickening black and purple. You can see the imprints from each place Kendrick hit me. I think back to the weird conversation I had with Beta Marcus after he stopped Kendrick from hurting me anymore. I pick up the gauze wrap I managed to sneak earlier after I finished prepping the main course for tonight. I try my best to wrap my ribs, making sure I am gentle, so I don’t hurt myself any more than I already am. “Fuck!” I growl under my breath when I accidentally squeeze my side a little too hard. “Emilia!” Luna Isamlda yells from downstairs. “You are supposed to be at the ballroom getting ready to greet the guests when they arrive!” I internally curse myself. I can hear the anger in her voice. I was hoping she wouldn’t notice my presence was

Emilia’s POV Pain wracks my body as I lay curl up in a ball on the dungeon floor. Fuck that bastard. I don’t know who the hell he thought he is by picking me up and carrying me back to that dumbwit Alpha. I gingerly roll over on my other side, praying the pain goes away soon. Everything freaking hurts. After Alpha Kade dropped me on the ground in front of Alpha Jackson (further damaging my already broken ribs—it didn’t help anything with me fighting him the entire way from the forest to the flipping ballroom, my dickhead Alpha allowed Kendrick and Ozara to choose my punishment. Guessed what I am subjected to now? Yep, you guessed it! Another fucking beating and I earned myself a week in the cells. Very cliché, don’t ya think? I’m in the dungeon. They promised me I would get one meal a day, one bottle of water, and a thin ass sheet to keep me warm, so I don’t die of hypothermia down here. Even though this sheet isn't doing anything to keep me warm down here. Unfortunately, this is

Beta Marcus’s POVI have been waiting for the last two hours for her to come out. Dr. Evans came twice—once to chastise me for the Alpha making her think she didn’t have a choice and to remind me everyone has a choice in her hospital. Her exact words were if ‘Alpha Kade has a problem with the way I run my hospital and giving people a choice, then he can bring his ass over here and say it to my goddamn face.’ Then, she stormed off, going back to Emilia’s examination room. The second time she seemed calmer but rattled. I wanted to ask her if everything was okay, but I know her. She wouldn’t tell me if something was wrong. She told me she is preparing an x-ray to take a look at her ribs and then she is going to rebandage them before sending her back to me.The last time she came out here was about an hour ago, so I am sure they are almost done. Just as the thought crosses my mind, the door opens, and Dr. Evans steps outside.“Beta, can I talk to you please?”“Of course.” Something is sti