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Chapter 15: The Coffee Shop
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Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 16: Alphas Also Have Emotions
“Excuse me?!” The words tumbled out of me even before I could blink. “How do you think I eat? Using my feet?!” The Alpha choke on his coffee, spluttering some on the table and on his white three-fourth long sleeve. His hair was neatly combed to the side; his beard was shaved, though a few can still be seen. His sun-kissed skin was slightly pale with the clear glass roof above us. “You never fail to make me laugh,” his voice was stern and cold. One may think he’s not joking, that he’s sentencing me to death.Thankfully for me, I just jerked a chin to him, to his no-longer-white sleeves. “Next time, I’ll make sure it’s not just coffee.”His lips curved inward, his eyes darkening. He clicked his tongue and said, “I did tell you that you have laundry duties today.”Before I could huff a reply, he unbuttoned the dirty white apparel and tore it away from his body. And then he shoved it right to my face, to my gaping mouth.“You—”I swallowed the urge to not look at h
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Prologue
I stared at the place our fingers intertwined; they just looked the same.Two hands. One big, one small. Looking at them, you would never know that one of them belonged to a wild, hot Pet. The other? It belongs to the Alpha I am serving, our Alpha Cain.They were just hands for all one knew, yes. For a long time we lay beside each other in silence, listening to the rhythm of our hearts. The moans we unleashed earlier kept playing and playing in my ears as if they were a song on the radio being played again and again.The car’s windows are open, allowing us to exhale from our sexual encounter and inhale our scent.As we passed roads lined with the houses of our pack members and some stretches of shops, nothing but goods and bags that I once thought that I could never afford, silence only filled the car.I closed my eyes, too tired to keep them open any longer. Too tired to be contemplating.Even this early in the morning, the streets were packed in The City Above. Out the window crowd
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 1: New Pack, New Home, New Misery
Anastasia’s POVThe chain around my wrist tightened as the Beta holding the leash pulled us closer and closer to their pack’s grand gate. Our new pack. Our new home of torture. Only the lives of the living high-ranking wolves will change. The Omegas like me? We remain the same. We’re prisoners, at the same time a new addition to the new Alpha’s collection. A pack’s material possession. Nothing more. The sky is not bright either,as if it mirrored our own emotions. Gray clouds hovered above us, looming. It seems to be just waiting for us to enter the Blood Dawn Pack—and then rain over us like some poor ducks drenched in watery mud. We’ve been chained using a single chain that connected us to one another. The Omegas have marched as one line held by a single thick chain pulled by one Beta on the front while our backs, feet, and sometimes the exposed skin between our hand and arms were whipped by some Betas as well. Blood coated the many silv
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 2: Alpha Cain
I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that any amount of time would prepare me for Alpha Cain’s cruelness, nor his Blood Dawn Pack.Even his assessing gaze sent me scrambling to the corner. With my back flat against the wall, I have nowhere to run, nowhere to escape. Nowhere to look at, except Alpha Cain’s eyes—and his shirtless body.He’s wearing modern blue jeans, clean and neat like the rest of him. His hair, blue-black and ruffled and still a bit wet, tells me he just had a bath.I didn’t allow myself to imagine what he had in mind for me. It was enough to know that he expected me to die—that there wouldn’t be enough left of me for him to torture.I don’t know what new powers Alpha Cain acquired from my previous Alpha, the Alpha of the Iron Woods Pack. But knowing that he has a new set of powers in his arsenal…I gripped my legs harder to keep my hands from shaking. To keep my body from quivering.Somewhere—not too far off or maybe it was just the cell beside me, I don’t know—screamin
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 3: A Slave for the Week
Everything about Alpha Cain is worse. I don’t know if I should be happier or angrier but the Iron Wood Pack’s Omegas aren’t the ones who prepared breakfast the next day. Rather it was this pack’s own Omegas. We were given our own food in our own prison-rooms and told that we only have five minutes to devour the whole stale bread and cold soup and some cloudy water that I suspect was from the rain yesterday. Maybe the soup was made from that rain too. I finished my bread while I thought of the soup to be the water as I chunk it down my throat from its bowl in one go. As for the cloudy water, I used it on my face instead, washing my face lightly, dampening my hair so I can tightly tie it with a strip of cloth from my torn dress.“Five minutes up, Omega!”I didn’t bother replying so I silently strode from my prison-room, the tray of plates on hand.“Leave it there,” the Omega in the washing sink grumbled.I was dragged from the kitchen even before I
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 4: The Hellish Paradise
Even if I deny it, Blood Dawn Pack’s territory indeed boasts beauty and elegance I’ve never seen before.The City Above is a place crafted straight from a dream. Something about this pack made it liveable, even for an Omega like me.The Resting Day has come, and Omegas did flock to most of the malls, parks, and bars. I meandered through the exquisite and silent gardens near the Alpha’s private residence, where the fountain-river greeted me with its sparkling waters. I mentally mark the paths and clever places for hiding if I ever need them. This garden, which has become my instant favorite, is near the Alpha’s private residence. I don’t want to bother myself running into him more than often. Maybe once a month of taunting and seeing that grim amusement brightening his face is enough.Omegas on rest day is a day where we feel like we’ve never been an Omega. Even the Betas and Warriors and others treat us with little respect. Some of them even gave us a forced smile.I wasn
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 5: Memories
The stone sank deeper and deeper, until my werewolf hearing heard the thud of it against the floor of the river. The river was just shallow, at least this part where I am. Thankfully, for an Omega, I’m not wolfless. My wolf, Ayana, is strong-willed even for an Omega. Strong-willed, not strong in a physical sense. Well at least according to and in comparison to the higher ranks like Betas and Alphas and Warriors. My sister, however, I think her wolflessness is the reason why she was easily killed.I’m no longer on the Alpha’s gardens though I’m still facing it. Across the river, that solitary apple tree beckoned me to hang out with it.‘Poor Anastasia,’ my sister would say. ‘You really don’t have any friends aside from an apple tree?!’I just stared at the apple tree, debating if I should accept its invitation with its rustling leaves and fat red fruits.I haven't had breakfast or lunch yet. Nor do I have one.“So apple it is,” I said. But I looked to the river
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 6: A Way Out
Well, my wolf is not wrong though. Survival of the fittest is often not only being able to endure deep wounds and whipping, empty stomach and crying. It’s also being able to use your body to the most delicious advantage even if we have to bid ourselves to the highest bidder.For some, being an Alpha’s Pet, his bed warmer, is a new level of torture. But for an Omega like me, it’s a new way out. A new way to climb on top without actually climbing. Omegas being shields. Omegas being the Alpha’s construction builders. Omegas being…sex slaves. Well the latter is not new to me considering we’ve been through worse, but… ‘Being it an actual title? Alpha’s Pet? Seriously?!’ I can only pray to the Moon Goddess that our pussy would survive for at least a day if one of us is even hired. No—not hired. Promoted. Yes, being an Alpha’s Pet and bed warmer is a big deal that it rivals the title of being a Luna. It’s like living li
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