I sat awake with my stomach growling for what felt like hours. I wasn’t sure how long I was sitting in the grocery room, but I was disappointed that Bob hadn’t returned with anything to eat. He had told me that he would soon find me something and return to me within the hour. However, I was thinking he had forgotten about me.
Maybe he got caught up with something else.
It’s been a long time since I felt my wolf; I used to feel her presence all the time before I was taken to the slave farm. Once they chained me and kept me, prisoner, she had gone completely silent. Today was the first time in a couple of years that I heard loud and clear.
She was reaching out to Marlon Roessler in a way that I had never felt before. It was unfamiliar and unsettling. I had to keep pushing the feeling down into my stomach because I would be damned that she would feel any type of way for a man that approves of slavery. He was one of the most racist wolves amongst the kingdoms; it wouldn’t be right of me to have feelings towards him.
My wolf was delusional and had no idea what she was thinking. I’ve never encountered a man with such value before. It was no wonder my wolf was acting so strangely.
I couldn’t think about it anymore; the hunger pains were growing intensely, and I knew I needed to do something before I died of starvation. I wouldn’t be useful to Bob if it was dead.
It was late enough that most people around the manor were probably asleep. I wasn’t hearing any voices coming through the vents that lead into the kitchen, so it was probably empty. I had to be close if I was staying in the grocery room. I also noticed that he didn’t lock the door, which meant he most likely didn’t have any keys to do so.
Pushing open the door that led into the wide-ranged hallway, I decided to follow the scent of the food. Growing up in the commoner community, I had to teach myself to be stealthy and quiet to survive, so sneaking around wasn’t anything new to me. I wasn’t expecting to be gone long; I’d be able to grab a bit to eat and be back in the chamber before anyone even noticed.
As I reached the doors of the kitchen, I began hearing a soft murmur of a voice coming from close by. My eyes widened and I felt the pain in my chest begin rising. I held onto my chest to keep my heart stable and bit hard into the bottom of my lip to keep from making sounds of agony.
Looking around the empty halls, I knew I needed to take cover and quickly.
I ducked into the far corner of the hall, near a large floor plant. Just as I did that, I saw a small shadow appearing from the dimmed lighting of the narrow hall nearby. A blonde woman stood at the end of the hall; she was peering around suspiciously for a moment. Her eyes were eyeing the door to the kitchen.
I kept myself hidden enough to where she couldn’t see me, and where I could hardly see her. But I saw a much larger shadow appearing near her and she looked just as startled to see it as I did. Before she had the chance to open the kitchen door, I heard the low whispers of the larger shadow.
“What do you think you are doing here?” The woman asked, her voice sounding angry.
Woman number one gazed up at woman number two, her eyes large and alert. She looked at the kitchen door briefly and then turned her attention back to the woman.
“I gave Mr. Roessler a plate to eat. I wanted to see how he was liking it,” she said, almost sheepishly.
“That isn’t your job,” the woman hissed, causing woman number one to flinch.
“Yes, I’m aware but…” woman number one argued.
I heard the hard slapping of woman number two’s hand across woman number one’s face. I winced at the contact. Woman number one looked taken back; the soft pink of her cheek flaring as the roughness of the slap stung her features.
“Get back to your chamber, Petra,” woman number two hissed.
Woman number one, Petra, didn’t argue. I didn’t blame her for not arguing.
“Yes, mam,” she whispered as she stalked down the hallway. Both ladies disappeared down the hall and their shadows broke dispersed.
I was in over my head; I shouldn’t have been sneaking through the halls like this. If that’s how they treated one another, I could only imagine how they would treat me if they saw me.
As afraid as my person was, my wolf didn’t seem as frightened. Before I was taken to the slave farm, I had trusted my wolf’s instincts. It had never steered me wrong before, but now I wasn’t so sure. It was tugging me in the direction of the kitchen, but Petra had mentioned that Marlon was eating food in the kitchen.
So why would my wolf want me to head for the kitchen?
Part of me wanted to back down and go back to the grocery room. Maybe Bob had returned with some food after all. What would he do to me if he found out I was no longer there? But the growling of my stomach only grew worse, and the hunger pains were causing my chest to ache.
I had to get some kind of food in me.
I couldn’t even hear anybody in the kitchen; maybe he wasn’t there anymore.
Once the coast was clear, I snuck over to the door that Petra was about to open. I knew it had to be the door to the kitchen. I was relieved to see that the kitchen was empty, only the faint light of the dimmed candlewick on the countertop.
I quietly made my way over to the counter and saw that there was a plate of the half-eaten pig roast, along with some mixed vegetables. It didn’t look like it’s been sitting there that long, and I silently cursed the fact the Roessler family can waste such delicious-looking food.
Or any food.
Next to the plate was a half cup of milk that looked to be freshly produced. I slowly nibbled on the pork, allowing the sweetness to wash over my tongue. I sipped the milk generously and then continued to eat from the plate. Munching on the vegetables, I began to get full. It didn’t take long for me to fill up considering my stomach wasn’t that big.
Not too long afterward though, I began to feel warm. Taking another sip of the milk, my cheeks began to flush, and I thought I might pass out. I held onto the countertop to keep my balance; I realized soon enough that it wasn’t faint I was feeling. My entire body felt as though I was on a heatwave; I could feel the heat rushing to my head.
I felt lustful.
My wolf began feeling the same way as she did when I first encountered Marlon. It was a tugging sensation that I didn’t recognize. The slight glow of her purple haze began revealing itself through my skin and her howl was getting louder in my mind.
I could feel the closeness of his wolf nearby; I couldn’t help but wonder if Marlon could feel it too. Could he feel me as I felt him? Did he long for my touch against his perfect skin? His breath against the nape of my neck, blowing the little hairs away from my ear. His soft lips caressed the bottoms of my lobes gently and sent a wave of warmth down my body.
I closed my eyes and took in the softness of his body pressed against mine. His large hands wrapped around me and pulled me close to him. His erection pressed against my leg, asking for entrance to my most sensitive areas.
His breathing was harsh and his low moan in my ear sent my wolf into turmoil. The purpleness of her aura was growing pink and lustful.
Why was I thinking about him in such a way? He was the master of the Roessler estate. The highest-ranked nobleman. The most racist nobleman there was.
This wasn’t making any sense.
I shouldn’t be imagining his hands on my body. I shouldn’t be picturing what it feels like to be touched by him.
It wasn’t until I felt the softness of his lips against my shoulder blade and his fingers inching up the under portion of my rags that I realized it wasn’t my imagination.
He was really here.
It was an out-of-body experience; or so, that’s how it felt. I wasn’t expecting to have a second run-in with Marlon Roessler, and I certainly wasn’t expecting him to be embracing me as he was.Yet still, I didn’t mind it. Because I too wanted to embrace him. I no longer felt like myself and I no longer felt as though I was in control of my body. Something was taking over, and I could no longer help myself.His strong arms were wrapped around me, and I could smell the strong musk coming from his body. My eyes found his, the light blue droplets of colors that poured into my soul, leaving me breathless and hypnotized by his magnetic pull.I had noticed how incredibly beautiful he was when I first initially met him; his face was unforgettable, despite how terrified I was. But having him standing there with me, as I’m entangled in his arms, he was a whole new level of beauty, and for whatever reason, I no longer felt fear towards him. Only lust. A lust that I couldn’t explain.I read a lot
“Fuck…” Marlon snarled as he leaned over his bed and saw a sleeping Deonna on the ground beside him.The memories of last night were fuzzy in his mind and the only thing he could think of was that he was drugged. But if he was drugged, how the hell did this dirtball get drugged too? Her black hair fell messily around her tanned features; she had slight drool on the side of her chin. He found himself smiling at her sleeping body, mesmerized at the sight of the purple haze outlining her features.The rags she wore were practically torn off her thin malnourished body. He felt his wolf self reaching out to her and wanting to keep her safe; wanting to wrap her up in his arms and keep her safe. He had to shake that feeling away quickly. There was no way this little slave was his mate. She wasn’t even a full adult yet, not to mention she was a black-furred wolf. His inner wolf had to be making a mistake and the very thought of it was beginning to piss him off.Nudging her with his foot, she
As soon I reached outside, I was hit with the cool sensation of the autumn air. It soothed my burning throat almost instantly, though I was still parched for water.I could hear the clicking of the sprinkler system not far from where I stood. As I got closer, the mist began to speculate my features. The already cold air got much colder. Soothing away the pain Marlon had caused.I rinsed my fingers through the cold water, relieved that nobody was around to spot me. There wasn’t a sound for miles; only the soft sounds of the trees moving through the wind and the far-off distant birds flying through the late morning sky.I didn’t remember the last time I rinsed with fresh water; back on the slave farm, the water we used to bathe was always used and dirty. By the time I was able to bathe, I would be lucky if it was a light brown vs. a da
As I came to, I realized I was back in the slave shack. I was in a hay bed with a thin blanket laying on top of me. I was still wearing my rags, but it appeared that someone hosed me down to get rid of the dirt and blood that covered my body.My dark hair was also damp, but the top of my head stung at any movement. Once I attempted to move my body, I realized everything stung. As I lay in bed, I could hardly move.I could feel my body temperature rising; sweat was piling on my forehead and dripping down my features. I found it difficult to keep myself awake.I began drifting off again; I was sure this was what death felt like.“Hey… wake up.”I felt a set of strong hands on my shoulders shaking me gently. Fear began to course through me again, thinking t
Marlon stood at the window in the manor’s study, overlooking the gardens in which Deonna was assigned to work in. He had the maids collect her belongings and move her into the maid’s courters where she would be living. From there she was expected to maintain the rose garden.He should have had her killed by now. But somehow, something was stopping him.He watched as the head maid, Beatrice, forced her to cover her dark hair with a white towel. Marlon noticed that Deonna was outspoken despite the obvious fear that lingers deep within her. Some of the maids found her funny, others found her disgusting. But it was clear that Beatrice despised her and was only tolerating her to oblige Marlon’s orders.Memories of yesterday morning played in Marlon’s mind. For whatever reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Ev
The next few weeks have been unexpected. I found a strange comfort from Bob sneaking me into the manor at night; despite his closet being cramped and it was difficult to sleep, I was excited for his lessons each morning. It was the only time that I was able to learn and expand my knowledge.It felt almost empowering.His tutor was supposed to be one of the best in the countries, so he was learning from an actual expert. It didn’t’ surprise me considering how rich the Roessler family was. Of course, they would only hire the best tutor. Which made no sense to me because of how badly Bob was failing.Bob’s tutor was a young Latin woman with blonde shimmering hair that went down her backside and piercing blue eyes. The makeup she wore around her already high cheekbones, made her features appear narrower. She wore a red blouse and tight black pants that hugged her thin figure.I had to admit that she was beautiful. However, she looked so intimidating. They sat together at Bob’s desk on the
At that point, it was her words I was speaking, not my own. I felt exhausted and frustrated. I also felt nauseous. I noticed I’ve been getting nauseous spells lately whenever I get worked up; I’ve been trying my best to swallow it down. Which works for a little while, until the feeling comes back.“You’re insane,” Alex nearly laughed. “My father would never fuck a dirtball. Your kind disgusts him. No one in the Roessler family would be caught dead messing with the likes of you. Except for Bob.”“I’m not lying,” I told him. Holding onto my stomach to keep myself from throwing up. “I don’t know what happened and I can’t explain it. But I think we were both drugged.”“Drugged?” He asked, his eyes widening. “How?”“The first night Bob snuck me into the manor, he stuck me in the grocery room. After he left, I snuck into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. There was premade food on the counter along with a glass of freshly produced milk. After I ate and drank, I began to feel funny. Almost l
He had to pull himself back together; he couldn’t allow her to see his weakness. He straightened his shoulders and narrowed his eyes at her.“Why are you out of the garden in the first place, slave?” He asked, keeping his voice steady.She frowned; she almost appeared shocked at his sudden outburst.“I had to use the restroom,” she told him.She kept her voice low as to not alert the maids, which Marlon appreciated.“I heard how you spoke to your butler, and I hear how you speak to your own flesh and blood. If you can’t show them respect, how do you expect them to show you any respect in return?” She asked.Her forwardness was startling to him; he’s never had a slave speak to him in such an ill manner before.“Pardon?” He asked, his voice wavering slightly.“They will never show you respect if you don’t show them respect. Same with anybody really,” she repeated calmly.“I don’t need them to respect me… I need to do what as I order,” Marlon told her, deepening his tone.She swallowed a