*Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep*
The alarm goes off, but I stay still willing it to magically shut off. I groan when it doesn’t. I feel a migraine as it threatens to split my head apart. Careful not to move it I reach around for my phone. I can’t remember where I put it and know I’m going to have to open my eyes to find it. I give in to my fate and roll over, my hand dropping to the floor, I sigh in relief as my hand wraps around its shape.
Of course it was right next to the bed.
Rolling onto my back a cry of frustration escapes from my lungs. I have to get up. I know I fucking do, but the warmth and false security my bed brings me makes it hard. The Alpha and his family get up to start their day early. It’s my life’s mission to make sure they have everything they need, that includes a full belly before they leave the house. Breakfast must be prepared by the time they head into the kitchen.
I know pack slaves are a thing of the past and I shouldn’t have to live this way anymore, but I was thankful for everything the pack alpha had done for me. If not for him, I wouldn’t have a roof over my head or this comfy bed. I wouldn’t have three books to call my own and I wouldn’t have a family. I serve the Half Moon pack because it’s all I have and it’s all I want. It would be selfish of me to want for more.
The Moon Goddess must have watched over me because normally when a rogue stumbles onto pack land or is found near pack borders they are killed on sight. I am probably the only rogue to be welcomed into a pack with opened arms. I’d call that lucky. Alpha Joshua gave me a job at the packhouse and provided me with a room. I’ve spent the last few years trying to show how appreciative I am.
It’s been four years now. Although I don’t feel like a slave, I know not to be greedy. I know my place. My parents died when I was young and Alpha Joshua and his Luna Rose didn’t have to help me, but they did. He extended his hand to me and I’m thankful for the roof over my head. I’m thankful for the opportunity to serve, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t a bitch. I am a not a morning person, but somehow I manage to make myself get up every morning before sunrise. I thank the Goddess as I force myself to sit up and throw my feet off the side of the bed. I roll my neck from one side to the other before I look out the window. The moon sparkles in the sky and the birds are still sleeping peacefully. If I didn’t have to be quiet I would wake them up. I sigh a I force myself to my feet. I throw on one of the two jeans I own, a white v-neck, and a hoodie. I have a bag of clothes that Mavy bought me, but other than this v-neck, I can’t bring myself to touch the rest.
I gasp at my reflection in the mirror. Why do the beauty gods smite me? If I could just wake up, brush my teeth, and go to work that would be amazing. That’s not possible when I look like a zombie that just rose from the dead. The only thing I can do is moisturize and I set to patting my face down with lotion.
I’m putting my hair up when I hear a quiet knock at the door. I take one more glance at the mirror and cringe when I take in my reflection. My brown hair looks stringy and frizzy. Literally the only nice thing about it is it’s length. My brown eyes are dull and bloodshot. Don’t even let me get started on the bags beneath my eyes. I gave up trying to make myself look pretty a long time ago. There’s only so much a girl can do. I shrug and heave a sigh.
“Come in,” I whisper.
I don’t bother going to the door. I already know who it is. It’s Gabe, we work together, and he’s doing his usual morning pickup. We live down the hall from each other so he comes to get me every morning and we go to work together. I stand at his chest level. His dirty blonde hair is ruffled and messy. He flashes me a crooked smile and I shake my head at him. Gabe lets out a low whistle as his eyes trail over my face.
“Morning, Ady. You look like shiiit,” Gabe chuckled.
His eyes take in my frizzy brown hair. Gabe and I met when I first came to Half Moon. We weren’t instant friends, if anything, we put up with each other. It wasn’t until one of the other slaves clothes went missing. They barged into the kitchen and pointed their fingers of blame at me, but Gabe stepped in. He told them I had been working in the kitchen with him all day and it couldn’t have been me. From that day on, Gabe came every morning like clockwork to get me for work. When I needed help, he was there. He has been a great friend, even if he overshares sometimes. I roll my eyes at him.
“Morning, Gabby.”
“Have that dream again?” He asked knowingly.
The dreams he’s talking about started after my seventeenth birthday. I’ve been having them for almost a year now. When I first had the dream, I woke up up with tears running down my face. The feeling and the images had been so vivid that I had questioned reality. I fumbled and tripped out of bed. I hadn’t recognized anyone but Gabe from the dreams.
I rushed down the hall and banged on his door. He helped me calm down and assured me that everything was fine. The next month the dream visited me again, but continued. As much as Gabe told me that it was just a dream, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t. At first it was once a month, but then the dreams started happening every other week. Nightmares have become a normal part of life.
“Like clockwork,” I sighed.
The door closes with a click behind us and I turn to lock it. We head down the hallway and I take in the white walls that travel up, up, up. They always made me feel so small. When I first moved into the packhouse, I fell in love with the old-fashioned vintage 19th-century European feel it gave off. I felt like a fairy tale princess who found her family after years of being locked away. I laugh at the thought. Alpha Joshua is a little OCD so everything has a place and there’s a place for everything. I’ve spent years making sure there wasn’t so much as a speck of dirt. It keeps everything clean and organized so it works. I was brought back to Gabe and I as we made our way down the stairs.“I had an amazing night with this she-wolf Ady,” Gabe started.“Instead of sleeping? Even though you knew we had work at the butt crack of dawn?” I asked.“Yes Mom,” Gabe said sarcastically. “Anyway, back to the she-wolf—”“Did said she-wolf have a name? Did this one have a boyfriend too?” I asked. Ga
AdeaShane walked through the kitchen door, his stride confident, his eyes dark. When they lock on me there’s a flicker of emotion there and I fight the urge to cower under his gaze. The need to run pumps through my veins, but I fight it tooth and nail and return the same energy he’s shooting my way. The corner of his lip twitches before it turns into a full on smirk as he walks across the room. Shane makes his way past me and his sister to take his seat in his usual spot. Gabe elbows me, a reminder to get their breakfast on their plates. The sooner they eat, the sooner we can leave. Today, we went for simple and easy. I filled their plates with scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and bacon.I bow in greeting as the Alpha and his mate walk through the other entrance. Alpha Joshua and Luna Rose look the exact same they did when I first came to Half Moon. They haven’t aged a day. I like to think it is their love that keeps them young. Alpha is tall like Shane, has black wavy hair and gray e
“Don’t me mad, you know I was only joking with you, don’t you Ad-y?” Shane asked.He uses Gabe’s nickname for me and I can see Gabe in the corner of my eye freeze over the sink. Shane’s eyes dart across the room to where my best friend stands. I don’t know what’s going on with him, but there’s something in his gaze that tells me he’s hostile.“Of course I knew you were joking,” I murmured in an attempt to get him to stop looking at Gabe that way.It’s common knowledge that there’s a different way of life within the packhouse. For a servant or a worker the sure way to a shitty life is to get on the bad side of the heirs or of anyone of rank. I plaster a smile on my face for my best friend as Shane looks away from Gabe and back to me. His fingers release my waist and slides lower down my back.“Shane’s sense of humor is oh-so-funny… not,” Mavy said.“I love you too,” Shane chuckled.The one time there wasn’t darkness in his eyes was when he talked to Mavy. It was plain to see that he th
ShaneMy first conscious thought that morning was Goddess-damned that feels good. Warm wet lips are wrapped around my cock and I flex my thighs and lift my hips without so much as opening my eyes. I can imagine whatever I want with them closed, I can imagine whoever I want. I bite on my bottom lip as she takes me so far down her throat she gags.Fucking choke on it.She swallows around my hard cock and I throw my head back as she does exactly what I asked. Soft fingers gripped my thigh as she crawled in between my legs. I gripped the back of her head and reveled in the motion of her head bobbing up and down. I imaged Adea’s long brown hair in my hands, that it was her soft lips around my length, and it was me she enjoyed in her mouth. Her tongue slides up and down my shaft as she sucks me like her life depends on it.“Oh fuuuuck,” I groan.She lifts her head and my cock stands and sucks on my tip before she lowers her mouth to my balls. I curse when she takes them into her warm mouth
“You’re greedy. Do you think greedy little girls get whatever they want?” I asked. My fingers pump in and out of her pussy. She cries out as I fuck her with my fingers fast and hard.“No,” she whimpers.“That’s right. They don’t, but you like being a bad girl, don’t you? You like making me angry. You like it when I hurt you. You like it when I take my anger out on you and you like it when I tell you how dirty you are. Say it,” I demand.“Yes, Alpha,” she moans.She isn’t who I want, but at this moment she can be what I need. I watch as her arousal seeps down my knuckles. I watch as my fingers disappear and reappear from her wetness. The sounds from my movements are filling like music to my ears. Her pussy clenches my fingers, she’s close. Right before she’s about to come, I stop.“Say it,” I demand.“I’m dirty and I like it when you hurt me,” she cries.She whines and I move my fingers again until she clenches tight for me, but again I stop. Refusing to give her what she wants, refusi
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