Lahat ng Kabanata ng The alpha’s Slave: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

LisandraThe floorboards give way to each step I take, soft squeaks of protest filling the room. My bare feet move quickly across the floor and I wince as I hear an abnormally loud creak come from beneath me. Although the packhouse is large and modern, in many ways it’s equally as old. The appliances and plumbing are updated regularly yet most any other update is specifically cosmetic. I know without a doubt, with a bit of love and care, that the packhouse could make a warm and inviting home. As it stands, it’s cold and sends chills down my spine for an entirely different reason. Biting my lip and with the utmost care so as to not step on splinters, I make my way to the other side of my room and manage to reach the window. Holding my breath, I brace myself and pull it upwards with all the strength I can muster. As it slides up with a shuffling noise, it takes everything I have not to let out a delighted squeal. The damn thing is usually so stuck that I rarely get it open once a mont

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

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

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

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