All Chapters of Accidentally Saving the Alpha Prince: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AmeliaThe world was taken over by the Lycan race long ago, and humans were turned into slaves, living under their control. As an orphan about to turn 18, I’m set to be sold to the Lycans as a pet. I dream of freedom, and I refuse to just sit back and wait for my fate.I carry the slop from the basement out of the orphanage that has been my home for almost eighteen years. I make sure to slump over my bucket and shuffle my feet under Director Crane’s scrutinous supervision.My punishment is meant to make me suffer not only the physical demand of carrying such heavy buckets up from the basement into the troughs for the pigs but also mental anguish: the disgust of knowing what I’m carrying in each of these endless buckets that I go back and forth to fill and refill.Blood, skin, teeth, hair, nails, and other body parts, all my responsibility to clean off the basement floor and walls, all of them tortured off my fellow orphans for one reason or another in this prison werewolf society call

AmeliaI freeze under the man’s weight and the pressure on my throat. I watch his eyes for another moment, wondering if that ethereal flash of gold will return.Wondering if I just imagined it.As I swallow, I realize he’s not even pushing down on my throat that hard. I take a steadying breath, remembering every time I’ve been pinned before.At least this time, it’s by someone who’s afraid and trying to defend himself instead of those who have held me down intentionally to hurt me.“I have no connection to the werewolves chasing you,” I say, confirming the lack of pressure on my throat by how easily I’m able to speak. “I’m just a human slave like you.”The stranger searches my face as if expecting a lie hidden there, and I feel bad for whatever in his history has taught him to anticipate that.Apparently, he feels satisfied with whatever he finds because he slowly loosens his grip and lets me go. I move slowly myself, not wanting to startle him, and we untangle as I scoot out from und

Amelia“Cunning and egotistical,” Director Crane drawls as she drags me along by my elbow, my bundle of provisions confiscated in her other arm. “A dangerous combination for anyone, though in your case I expect it will eventually turn out to be lethal.”I struggle against the director, but she has too many other kids helping her now. When I first ran into them, they pinned me to the ground, tying my limbs with rope. Now, they pull tightly on the ropes, ensuring I go only where they want me to go.The director leads me downstairs, but when I turn toward the basement door, she tugs me in a different direction to another set of stairs I didn’t even know existed. The suffocating humidity of the basement slowly gives way to a depthless darkness and a frigidity that seeps into my bones with every step down.I can no longer see, only hear the director turn a key in a lock, followed by the sound of hinges squeaking, presumably under the weight of a heavy door. Then Director Crane pushes me in

Amelia“I am not a dog,” I tell her point blank.Margaret sighs but does not retract her hand holding the collar that’s outstretched toward me.“I will not wear a collar to be played with,” I try again.She finally drops her hand to her side, sighing again. “All human pets must wear collars, Maya.”“My name is Amelia,” I correct.“Prince Owen has named you Maya, therefore it is your name. And pets without collars are seen as rogue, runaway humans. If caught, they are executed immediately.”Prince Owen. Even though I’ve previously heard of the Alpha Prince in general, this is the first time I’ve heard the name of my new master.My breaths come out hot in my irritation. Not being called by my own name is so debasing, but I’m not sure what other choice I have. The punishment for running away here is much more severe and final than anything Director Crane ever did to me.Margaret extends the collar toward me again. “The collar will signify to others that you belong to Prince Owen as his p

AmeliaMy cheeks heat, and my heart thunders in my chest. This is just like when I walked in on Prince Owen naked in the orphanage basement, back before I knew he was a prince. Except this is way worse, because now I’m the one who’s naked.The prince pats me on my bare back while I continue to choke up water as if it’s not completely inappropriate for him to be so close to me while I’m naked. “Were you drowning? What happened?” he asks with concern.I slowly regain my breath, giving him a bewildered look. Why is he just standing there when I’m clearly trying to cover myself up?“What?” he asks when he notices the look.I can feel my cheeks heating even more as I sputter, “Get out!”He furrows his brows as if he’s confused by my request. “I was just bringing by some bathing supplies. I realized you don’t even have a towel since Margaret probably took the one she used earlier to clean it.”My gaze dips to his hands, full of bottles and – thank fate – a towel. I grab it out of his hand,