All Chapters of MORGANA: THE ALPHA'S PET: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

KILLIAN’S POVI almost died. I can’t believe I let my guard down as much as I did. We thought ourselves the most powerful creatures in the world. We thrived and moved forward never looking back to check if we were in danger. There was no need to check anyways. The vampires were the most powerful. Even as the werewolves attacked that day, I still kept my head held high. ‘Just what exactly do they think they can do to us?’ I thought to myself that day as the invasion started. Of course they attacked during the day and tore down half our fortress, the only thing shielding us from the sunlight destroyed. That of course gave them a huge advantage, but I was still confident they couldn’t do anything to us. A quarter of my people immediately burned exposed to the sun’s rays. Me being the vampire lord, the most powerful vampire in existence, I am more resistant to the burn of the sun. I walked confidently towards the alpha, plunging at him and ready to rip out his throat. To my surprise h

MORGANA’S POVDamon looks worried. He’s been pacing from left to right all day. Good. Whatever it is that’s getting him all worked up, I hope he gets a stroke and dies because of it.It has been exactly forty days since I was brought to the castle to be the Alpha’s slave and it brings me a copious amount of shame to admit that I haven’t made any progress in my plans. I have found out absolutely nothing concerning the werewolves.It’s annoying and frustrating. I need to up my game and I need to do it fast.Ever since the Alpha put out his new law concerning the humans, everything has been better for us. They give us better food now, thrice a day. We have better clothes and better beds. They even stopped beating us too. Sorry Mr. Punisher, I guess you lost your job.This special treatment they’re giving us, I know it’s not because they care about us. The werewolves don’t give a shit about us humans. The alpha said he’s tired of losing humans, that we’re dying out too quickly. He probabl

DAMON’S POV*midnight*I’m lost in thought, still in the meeting room when suddenly, I hear the bells ringing in a way that tells me there’s trouble.My wolf senses go wild as I get up from my chair with determination to find out what the hell is going on. When I reach the hallway leading to the throne room, I meet Ryder and Colton on the way with the same confused expression on their faces. “What the hell is going on?” Colton asks seriously as they both approach me. This is one thing I love about my brother, Colton. If his people are in danger, he will stop at nothing to protect them. “Master!” Some guards approach us at full speed. They look like they saw a ghost.“Speak. Now!” I command.“The slavery organization was apparently attacked master. It was the vampires Master. They took humans. The slavery organization’s pet master knows more about what happened. He awaits you in the throne room.”My eyes almost bulge out of my skull at the news. Vampires? In the werewolf nation? And

DAMON’S POVHer hands are small. Too small. After all what she’s been through you would think her palms should be as hard as a rock. But they feel like cotton on the back of my neck. I started asking Morgana to massage me after a month of having her as a pet.She hesitated the first few times, probably by how repulsed she gets when she’s close to me. She does it naturally now, not because she’s comfortable being around me now.I think she likes to fantasize about all the ways she would like to hurt me. I can see it in her eyes. Her hands are soft on my skin but her facial expressions say something completely different. She hates me, as she should.Her massages are something I’ve gotten used to. They do nothing to ease the pain in my muscles though. Her hands are too soft for that. It has just become a routine for me now.I speak rudely to her not because I want to, but because that’s how a master should treat their pet. I don’t gain any pleasure from seeing humans in pain anymore, es

MORGANA’S POV “Look at me.” He demands. I don’t hesitate to raise my head. I hate looking up at him like this because he’s too tall and it hurts my neck. His eyes are a bottomless dark sea. I don’t think anyone on this earth has eyes as dark as his.He’s too close to me. I don’t like it.I mentally scold myself for not noticing he was in the room. That just proves how easy it is for him to sneak up on me. I wonder how long he has been in here, watching me like some sick psychopath.His hand grazes my cheek sending unpleasant shivers down my back. He moves his hands from my cheek to my arm, leaving trails of his touch as he glides his fingers further down.“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice coming out weak and frail. My question makes him abruptly stop his movement. Like he was under some sort of hypnosis and I just snapped him back into reality. I move slightly backwards away from him.The emotion i