The alpha’s Slave
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Lisandra is a She Wolf that had been through what has been nothing short of a Living Hell. Having watched her best friend murder her Father in a Pack Challenge to become the Alpha of the largest pack in the Simmerian Forest, she had to endure years of servitude at the hands of the very people who she had thought she could trust the most, and used as bait in a deadly game of chase for the Pack's amusement. It was on one such game that she found her chance of escape from the Alpha that had tormented her for so long. Luckily, (or unluckily) in the course of her attaining the freedom she had yearned so much for, she finds herself in the paws of yet another Alpha. Terren has been called many names through all his life. Bastard, Murderer, Devilspawn, Alpha. To the Lycans in the Simmerian Forest, the very name Silver Wolf is synonymous with The Grim Reaper, and is yet another moniker he has earned for himself for all the dozens of bodies he has ripped to shreds with his fangs and claws. But the moment he locks eyes with the most beautiful pair he ever had the fortune to behold, he realizes that he is about to have yet another name to go by...Mate It was never his intention to mate. In fact, he went out of his way to prevent that exact scenario. But when it does happen, the Terror of the Forest abandons all thought of resisting the bond and wields all of his considerable power to make her his forever.
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The alpha’s Slave Chapter 11
TWO WEEKS LATER ...I rarely came out of my room. When I did, it was at night to run through the forest in beast form. Since I mated, I desired my wolf form more often. When the sun set, I released my animal to run and sleep in the woods of the territory, a territory I now viewed as mine since I had marked all of my favorite spots and grew accustomed to the other scents, those of my new pack mates. I had explored every inch of the property and it was beautiful, a combination of vast woodlands for the beast and quaint suburban comforts for the man.Curious about the other wolves, my nature urged me to rejoin the pack. I refused to see anyone, but meals were delivered to my bedroom door three times a day. They went untouched because I hunted for meals in my wolf form, just enough to survive as I didn’t have an appetite. I didn’t reject the meals because I thought something was wrong with them. I was just pissed about being chained. Or at least I fancied myself being pissed. These days I
The alpha’s Slave Chapter 10
A large, warm hand gently squeezes my hand, intertwining with my fingers. Sparks flew from my hands into my arms and I gasped and jerked. Still though, I keep my head down. I don't want to see the eyes of an Alpha with my eyes. They are so challenging and scary. So dominating they could strip you of your your own will with but a mere glance. Call me weak, I don't mind, but they usually are. "Look at me, Lisandra," he whispers to me, a softly spoken command, but a command nonetheless. It makes me whimper. By the Moon Goddess above, that voice is amazing! But I still don't look up. It's too scary to see the beautiful eyes that shared an owner with that lovely voice. "Lisandra, look at me." I feel the slide of his fingers under my chin and they lift my head up at an angle to meet his eyes. My light blue eyes meet his dark blue ones. They light up when they stare at me, and a little smile crosses my face. His eyes seemed to shine with an happiness that I had never seen before
The alpha’s Slave Chapter 9
My thoughts were churning. So much was going on so fast that I couldn't keep track. And what did Jared just call my mate. Did he say Silver Wolf? As in, the Silver Wolf?The craziest, most terrifying and powerful Lycan in the whole Simmerian Forest that was said to be the son of the most cruel and bloodthirsty alpha to ever walk the planet. An alpha that went around annexing packs and putting their young through the most brutal and barbarous training of which five out of six failed to survive. Rumors had it he killed his father, the Alpha, at the tender age of sixteen. An alpha that was then known as the Bogeyman to all werewolves. It was also said that due to their harsh childhood, Silver Wolf, also less commonly known as Terren Blood, and his lieutenants had a tendency to go feral in fights and almost no one who goes against them in a fight lives to tell the tale. Though his pack was nowhere near as large mine, it was widely acknowledged that the Silvermoon Pack was the strongest in
The alpha’s Slave Chapter 8
Somewhere far, far away...It was a wooded pack land, only instead of it's usual liveliness and cheer, it was full of blood and despairA brutal battle had happened here. It was obvious by the presence of hundreds of bodies littering the land, bodies not of humans, but of werewolves. Some of the corpses were human in form, while others were in their more animalistic shapes. The ground was red, soaked in the blood of the Lycans and the moon shone brightly from above, illuminating the figures of those that still remained standing in all the carnage. From the scene, one could clearly distinguish two groups of people of those still in the land of the living. The first group of Lycans were in various forms of submission, some down on their knees on the blood soaked ground, bowing their heads and others who were wolven in figure had their ears flat on their heads, mouths closed and their bodies low to the ground, with their tails positioned between their hind legs. Constant little whimperi
The alpha’s Slave Chapter 7
Terren"Wow," I looked at what had to be the most beautiful female I ever had the fortune to lay my eyes on. With dirty blonde hair that if one looked really closely, will see very a faint red tint to it, her locks lay so perfectly down her back and the moonlight bounced off her pale skin. Damn, my mate was beautiful. “Fifteen huh? Not bad. Not bad at all”She lay next to me, her breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath. The water from the lake barely touched my heels. I saw her close her big blue eyes with complete happiness. She smelled like a freshly picked lemon, just like my mother.My fingers touched his bare hips in small circles, soothingly. For a man who was so adamant on not having a mate, I was having funny feelings. All I wanted to do is to take her home with me, to sleep with her in my bed, to keep her away from any and all harm. And she had been harmed. It was obvious from the bruises I could see on different parts of her body when I was bringing her to glorious
The alpha’s Slave Chapter 6
LisandraHe is beautifulHe is beautiful in a way men shouldn’t be allowed to be. Strong jawline, high cheekbones, perfectly shaped lips and thick black eyelashes that surround clear blue eyes that remind me of a lake—still, in an eerie way that makes you wonder if there is any life below the waters. Black locks of hair that are a little too long, falling just over his eyes when the wind blows, look softer than the silk dress I’m wearing.No one in my pack ever looked like him. I would have noticed.The more I stare, the longer I realise he is staring right back at me, like he can really believe his eyes. Can't say I blame him, I can't believe mine either.He is my mate.I never really thought I would find him. Hell, I never even thought I had one. I thought I was too miserable for mine to exist. Yet there he was, in the flesh and blood, standing right before me.My wolf jumped around inside of me, doing flips in my stomach, acting giddy, like she did under every full moon. But I wasn
The alpha’s Slave Chapter 5
TerrenWe run.”I sprinted ahead, the wind rushing through in my fur, rage in my blood, fresh air in my lungs. Our paws hit the ground in a thunderous roar, and I let out a ferocious growl to let all the rogues in the vicinity know who had arrived in their midsts, to know whose anger they have incurred. I just hoped I was here in time. My private jet had been able to transport my wolf form and three of my enforcers from the city to rogue's territory in the Forest in but a few minutes but I still had a lingering fear that I may be too late. I hate feeling that fear. So I turned the fear to rage. And rage I did.As if they were waiting for an attack, enemy rogues ran at us with their teeth bared.Kill them all, I repeated through the mind link.There would be blood and death tonight. There will be no mercy for any who threatened what was mine. I could feel my pups through the pack link. I could feel their fear, I could feel Lorna's pain. It was maddening. I ran faster, faster than I'v
The alpha’s Slave Chapter 4
I ran.I have been running my whole life. I ran as the slave I was for the sick game the Alpha and his lackeys played for the sake of their amusement. I ran like there was no tomorrow, and there might very well not be if I wasn't fast enough. I ran...because I didn't want to die.One would think I after ten years, I would have long been used to this. And I was used to it. The running part. After a decade of literally running for a living, I have become so fast I can confidently say I could outrun any Lycan that called the Simmerian Forest home. I never thought to time myself to know exactly how fast I had gotten since I began this macabre game (I mean, who brings a stopwatch to a goddess damned death race?), but I know I am pretty damn fast. Countless times Jared's mindless goons had been looking to use me as their punching bag to burn off their aggression. Countless times they caught me when I tried to run. They caught me again and again, till one day they couldn't. At first I had th
The alpha’s Slave Chapter 3
TerrenI was hungryHungry to free my wolf that is. For six god-damned days I have been in the city, encased in a steel-and-glass building sixteen hours at a time with nothing but concrete under my feet, day and night. I desperately needed to fill my lungs with the scent of warm earth, sweet pine, and rich, verdant life if I was to sustain whatever remained of my sanity.I needed to run with my wolves and lead them on a kill. To feel flesh part under my claws, for raw meat to give beneath my fangs. The insistent pressure between my thighs and the shimmer of pheromones coating my skin also kept reminding me of another critical need I was neglecting, a need that is not so readily satisfied. It was much too risky. I’d gone too long without sexual release, but I can't risk even a nice good old tumble in the sheets, all sweaty, steamy and oh so satisfying with a willing female when my wolf seemed insistent on claiming a mate. That is not something I am going to ever do. Why the hell doe
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