Sold To The Alpha Beasts

A Slave with No Name "Hey! Clean the pig stables after you're done there. Hurry up! You eat so slowly!" My head was slightly bowed as I quietly ate a burnt rice ball, sitting on the flat stone rim of the old well outside the mansion. I heard the order clearly, spoken by one of the female servants, but I didn’t bother replying. When I glanced at her briefly, she sneered and quickly turned away. I just focused on finishing what little food I had, there were still so many animals I had to bathe before the day ended. “I’m so excited for tonight... Good thing they’re letting us go out to see the festival!” “Yeah! I’ve got so many beauty products I want to buy!” “They said we can stay out ‘til midnight... young master gave us permission!” Their voices echoed as they chatted excitedly. I looked off into the distance, listening to the conversation among the other servants. I had always admired their uniforms. The white fabric was spotless, perfectly pressed. Their skirts were short

THE WHITE DRESS “Wolfie... wake up, it’s three in the morning...” I whispered gently, nudging the body of my sleeping dog. He immediately sprang up, twisting and shaking off his drowsiness in one swift motion. “Let’s try stealing some dried meat again...” I murmured softly. I got out of bed and quietly picked up the tool I would need for the heist, a long stick with a small hook at the end. I opened the door of the stables and stretched my limbs briefly before pausing to take in the dark, misty surroundings. The horizon was beginning to lighten, the earliest hints of dawn creeping into the sky. I knew the guard at the dried meat storage house would still be fast asleep at this hour. Wolfie and I stepped outside and began walking toward our target. I rubbed my arms against the biting cold, the chill of the early morning air seeping deep into my skin. As we got closer to the storage house, I slowed my pace to a cautious crawl, careful not to make a sound as my feet brushed agai

EPISODE 5 – CAGED Her voice lowered to a sickening whisper. “Did you know? My husband... he wanted to sell you for years. But Donis kept stopping him. I don’t know why my son developed such an obsession with you but whatever spell you had on him, it ends now. We need to sell to you. With the money we earn, we’ll hire new workers and we will buy slaves for replacement. Maybe even a new infant. If a desperate parent shows up willing to trade their child, I’ll be first in line.” I stopped listening. Not because I didn’t hear her, but because my mind refused to process it any further. It was too much. So this was what Donis meant all those times he gave me strange looks or cryptic warnings. So this was why they hadn’t killed me despite everything I had done, despite the serious mistakes I had made. All this time, I thought they kept me alive because I was useful. Because I did the hard work that no one else wanted to do. But no. It wasn’t that kind of value. The truth...

EPISODE 7 – THE WALLS He came back to the cage, unlocked it, and fastened the chain to my left ankle with a click that sounded far too loud in the quiet. “Hurry. You only have a few minutes,” he said before stepping back. I stepped out of the cage cautiously, my movements slow at first, then more urgent as the cool evening air hit me. The metal chain dragged along the ground behind me with a steady clinking sound. I glanced around the forest, my eyes scanning for any sign of water but there was none. Just trees, underbrush, and shadows growing darker by the second. Then a moment later, I heard a faint, steady trickle. Without wasting another second, I turned toward the sound and began to run, dragging the chain behind me, its weight slowing me down, but not enough to stop me. I had to find that stream. Before my time ran out. In the distance, I finally spotted the small stream. The forest was quickly growing darker now, and I stumbled more than once over hidden roots

EPISODE 9 – THE ALPHA LORD'S DECREE Third Person Point of ViewHuddled in a corner, the slave remained crouched in fear, while four alphas stood nearby, their piercing gazes locked onto her with visible dissatisfaction. It was clear they were not pleased with what had been offered to them. They had expected a young, beautiful human girl, someone worthy of being sacrificed. But reality struck harshly, what stood before them was a woman whose face was obscured by long, unkempt bangs and whose body looked no more than skin and bones.In the Salvator pack of werewolves, one of their ancient traditions dictated that during a full moon, especially when the moon loomed close to Earth, they would transform into their true beast forms. To sustain their power and grow even stronger, they needed to consume human flesh. However, this grim privilege was mostly reserved for the higher-ranking members of the pack. Those in the lower ranks seldom got the chance, as humans usually criminals were no