Terrified doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel right now. The slavers came and tore apart my rogue camp like it was nothing. They herded us like animals, and now we stand in the main city, ready to be auctioned off like cattle.
I may only be ten, but rogue children grow up faster than those who live in packs. Rogues aren’t always evil. Yes, some of us are banished for crimes, but many don’t like the strict life of being in a pack. Many Alpha’s rule their packs with an Iron fist. They tend to be unfair and unjust to lower-ranking pack members. That’s why my parents left their pack. They left before I was born. I was born a rogue, and now I’m about to become a slave.
Rogues, if captured, are sold as slaves to the packs. It’s their cruel way of getting back at us for leaving in the first place. If we won’t be a part of their packs as a member, well, then we will be forced to be slaves if captured. It’s cruel, but rogues have no justice in this world.
The silver chains burn my wrist and ankles. My inner right forearm stings from the R that has been burned onto it to indicate that I’m now a rogue slave. It will heal, but the silver causes it to heal slowly. I will forever be marked as a slave.
We are all being shuffled to the main square, divided between men, women, and children. I haven’t seen my parents since we were branded before we entered the city. I know the chances that I will see them again are slim.
As we are lined up the pack wolves are already lining up to purchase us. My life is over, I know that. I know as a slave I will not have a good life. Pack wolves love to abuse their slaves, or so I’ve been told. I’m not holding out for a nice master or mistress. It’s silly to hope for such things.
I choose not to look at the buyers, eager to purchase a fresh new slave. I stare at my feet hoping that I won’t be bought today. I don’t know how much time passes, but suddenly a pair of black boots in my field of vision. A hand slips under my chin forcing me to look at the person.
My breath hitches as I lay eyes on a teenage wolf about fifteen if I were to guess. His black hair is cut in crew cut style, his midnight blue eyes take me in. He’s dressed nicely in black slacks and a black short-sleeve button-down shirt. He has an authority that I wouldn't expect from someone his age.
“How much is this one?” He asks the slave trader.
“I’ll give you a good deal, Alpha.” The slaver replies.
“I don’t really care for deals, tell me how much she costs.”
I tune out their conversation as they talk about how much my life is worth. I watch the young Alpha pay for me and the slaver takes my chains off. He goes to replace the chains with ropes, but my new master stops him.
I follow my new master to his black SUV. There is a man there who must be the father of my master since they look a lot alike. “Son, I thought you would pick a male and someone older for your personal slave.” The man states, clearly disappointed in his son's choice.
“I wanted her instead.” That is all my master says as he waves his hands to indicate he wants me to get in the SUV. I slide into the car.
“Fine. You always do what you want anyway. Your mother is still shopping. We will take the other pack car home.”
My master nods his head before he slides in next to me and shuts the door. The man sitting in the front starts the SUV and we are moving. The sudden movement has me attempting to grab something. I’ve never been in a vehicle before. Rogues don’t tend to own them.
“You’ll get used to it the sensation. What is your name?”
“Nadia,” I reply.
“Nadia I’m the future of Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. You can call my Alpha or Master.” He informs me.
The Red Moon Pack is from royal blood, from lycan blood. They are fierce and cruel. They are a large pack and they are also wealthy. That’s all I know about them, but I guess I’ll be finding out a lot more about them as I now belong to their future Alpha.
I go about my daily duties of cleaning the Alpha’s office, bedroom, and bathroom. I put away his laundry and collect the pile of dirty clothes that need to be washed. Alpha Maddox is now the official Alpha of his pack as his father passed a few years ago during the war with another pack. For eight years I’ve been his slave. The Alpha is surprisingly nice to me. He makes sure I’m fed, clothed, and my room is across the hall from his. Granted, it’s the size of a closet, but it’s better than staying with the other slaves in the basement. The basement of the packhouse is set up with cots for the other slaves. The servants get to go back to their homes when they are done their shift. The other servants and slaves hate me. They bully me every chance they get because the Alpha gives me special treatment. They don't think it’s fair.
I’m sitting in my office after getting back from training. I’ve been spending time going through my father’s old pack notes and documents. It’s a nightmare as the man refuses to digitalize anything. Nadia is supposed to be helping me, but she’s late. I’m sure she is being bullied. I wish she would let me put the bullies in their place.Soon it won’t matter. Soon she will know the truth. I told myself when she turned eighteen. I’d tell her the truth. She turned eighteen a few months ago, but I’ve gotten caught up in political bullshit and my uncle and mother trying to shove females at me in hopes they are my mate. Idiots. I’ve already found my mate.I come from royal lycan blood, which means as an Alpha, I can detect my mate at any age. I don’t have to be twenty-one, and neither does m
The day passes by, and before I know it, Nadia is leaving to fetch us dinner. As Nadia leaves my office, my mom and uncle step in. They both glare at Nadia. I internally roll my eyes at them. They won’t be looking at her like that for long, or maybe her being my mate will change nothing for them. No doubt they won’t be happy that I’m fated mates with a rogue slave.Nadia shuts the door behind her as my mom and uncle approach my rather large oak desk. I can already tell they want something, and I’m not going to like it. I swear if it’s another mateship proposal, I might just lose my mind. My wolf growls in my head, not happy with the thought of them trying to pair us with anyone but our mate.We can’t talk to our wolves, and they don’t have names. However, we can feel them and communicate in our own way, but
I leave Maddox’s office as quickly as I can. I can’t stand being around his mom and uncle. They make me uneasy. I’d rather deal with Olga or any of the other slaves or servants than deal with Maddox’s family. His father wasn’t too bad, he was simply scary. His cousin, Elliot, isn’t horrible, but I don’t trust him. Elliot is all about earning approval from his family. While he might be the Beta to the pack, he’s left living in Maddox’s shadow. Heading to the kitchen I grab our meals and then head back to Maddox. I know he will be eating in his office tonight as he does most nights. He likes to avoid family dinners or dining with the warriors. One thing I’ve learned about my Alpha is that he values his privacy. I can’t blame him, he barely gets a moment's peace with all the political nonsense he has to deal with, his family up his ass, pack members wanting his attention and females trying to make their way to his bed. Strangely, I seem to be the only one who doesn’t get on the Alpha’s
We enter his bedroom, and excitement is replaced with anxiety. Suddenly, I’m not feeling confident. I don’t know if it was the dirty looks that I got from the others on the way to the Alpha’s bedroom or if I’m just insecure. His special treatment isn’t bad. It makes me a target for the others. The Alpha won’t always protect me. He will find his mate or take chosen, and my life of being the pampered slave as I’ve been called will be over with. “Alpha, I can bathe in a lake or river. I’ve done it before when I lived at the rogue camp.” I say as we make our way towards his bathroom. He stops to turn and face me. “Nadia, you have two options. Shower willingly, or I will stirp you myself, stick you in the shower, and wash you.” My eyes go wide at his words. No way he would actually do that, would he? “You don’t want to see me naked. I’m nothing special,” I reply, attempting to move past him to the bathroom. Maddox grabs my upper arm to stop me. I look at him. “You’re wrong. I do want
After my shower, I dry myself off with the fluffy towels from the linen closet. Goddess does the Alpha have the best stuff. His towels feel like a damn cloud compared to the scratchy ones the slaves and servants have. Only a few of the servants live at the packhouse like Olga, but even they have nicer sleeping areas than the slaves. I’m lucky that I have my own little room across from the Alphas. I feel refreshed after my shower and ready to give myself to my Alpha. I’m excited and nervous at the same time. I want this and I can’t help but think Maddox wants me too, and not just because he wants to use me to sedate his pleasure. Although, I’m sure thats’ all I can ever be to him. I’ve never heard of a master making his slave his mate. A breeder and mistress, yes, but never their mate. Why am I thinking about Maddox as my mate? That’s insane. Clearly, my hormones have me all out of wack and hopefully sedating them will also sedate the crazy thoughts I’m having. I chalk it up to crazy
I turn myself around, so I’m straddling Maddox. Suddenly, I don’t feel so nervous about being naked around him. He’s my mate, and he accepts me for who I am. Maddox doesn’t care that I’m a rogue slave. He bought me so I would be safe. He knew what could possibly happen to me if he walked away that day in the market. Even back then, he wouldn’t let me go. Maddox being my mate, makes sense as to why he always treated me special compared to the other slaves and why he made sure none of the guards and warriors touched me. I’m his mate, and he has been protecting me without me even knowing it. I’ve always known Maddox was a respectable alpha. He wouldn't even have sex with me till I knew the truth. At first, when he said he didn’t want me to get the wrong idea about what was happening between us, I assumed it was because he didn’t want me to think I was more than just a slave. Some slaves get their hopes up that when their master beds them, they will become more to him than just a way to
A loud banging on my bedroom door disrupts the peaceful sleep I was having. I groan as I attempt to roll out of bed only to be stopped by the weight on my chest. Nadia. I smile to myself as a look at her body wrapped around mine. I finally have her as my mate. She was beyond perfect last night.At first, I knew the information shocked her. I knew it would be a surprise. I also knew she might try to resist accepting. It can’t be easy to think you are one thing to someone when in fact you are so much more to them. I know she feared I’d reject her for being a rogue slave, but I didn’t purchase her only to reject her. I was happy when she let me mark her and claim her. She was so willingly and sexy about it. I don’t think she even realized that she was being sexy. While I was claiming her, her wolf awoke and that surprised me. I wasn’t expecting her wolf to awaken so soon. It’s not a bad thing. If anything it’s a good thing. She will be able to protect herself better. It also goes to sho