Semua Bab Enslaved but Fated to My Alpha: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Isla's POV"Congratulations, you're pregnant!" I stared at my nurse, unsure how to react.When I came to the human hospital here in the city, I never would have expected this.My stomach had been hurting, so I had traveled from the small town my werewolf pack secretly inhabited to be checked by a medical doctor here.I thought I had been ready for any diagnosis. But… pregnant?The longer I took to react, the more uncomfortable my nurse became. "I'm sorry. Should I not have said congratulations?""It's fine," I said quickly. While unexpected, the news wasn't unwelcome. I smiled at her. "The father is going to be very excited."As the daughter of the pack's Beta, I had known the Alpha's son Adrian since we were children.We started as friends, and then became lovers. Because we weren't quite 21 yet, we didn't have confirmation that we were fated mates, but our bond was strong without it.We were so close that even if we were fated to others, I imagined we would reject those partners to

Isla's POVIf these were Adrian's men, I wasn't going to stay around and wait for them to capture me. Heart in my throat, fear pulsing through my veins, I turned to run –And bumped straight into Martha.Marth was the motel owner who had helped take care of me after my escape years ago. Now, she was my friend and neighbor."Careful now," she said, then took me by the shoulders to help steady me. Even after my running into her, she was still smiling until she saw my face. Then concern washed over hers. "Are you okay? What happened?""I just… I'm not…" It was difficult for me to formulate words with my adrenaline pumping so hard and terror gripping my throat. "I saw the crowd… and I…""Oh? Is it the crowd that frightened you?" Martha asked. When I didn't deny it, she laughed. "There's no need to be scared, Isla. These people are just customers!"Martha's good humor helped calm my racing heart somewhat, enough for me to think and form sentences again. "I don't… So many… The bakery isn't

Isla's POVWhen I blinked my eyes open, I was lying in a pool of my own sticky blood in the back of a moving van.Two of the enforcers were up front, one driving and one in the passenger seat. The third was sitting behind me, nearer the back door, as if guarding it.Everything hurt. My entire right side was burned from the pavement and bleeding. I definitely had an open wound on the side of my head.Yet even with these wounds, my wrists and ankles were tied. My arms were behind my back.I tried to stay still, not wanting these brutes to know I had awakened. Even injured, even restrained, if they underestimated me, maybe I could still find a way out of this…That hope was dwindling fast, though. My head hurt so badly, I could barely think straight."Alpha said to bring her back alive," the enforcer by the back door said. "Are you sure you didn't rough her up too much? She looks like the hells."The werewolf in the passenger seat scoffed. "She's a traitor. A criminal. A Lycan! She deser

Isla's POVWhile the werewolf world had always been more brutal and bloody than the human world, the title of slave hadn't been forced on anyone for five long generations in Adrian's pack.We'd all been taught of their existence, as we had learned about the pack growing up. But it had been used more as a scare tactic than an actual threat.Being forced to become a slave for the pack was the ultimate punishment.Obey the Alpha, and pray that he would never bestow that punishment onto you.A slave was usually condemned to serve the Alpha as he saw fit until their death.I couldn't allow this. Just as I couldn't die.My child needed me, and I had to not only survive, but also find a way to make it back to him.As a slave, I wouldn't be able to do that.The healer left after treating me with the most basic medicine. He didn't even leave the light on for me, flicking the switch off as he walked out the door. The storage room had no windows, so I was instantly surrounded by darkness, especi

Isla's POVWhen I woke up again, I was in the storage room again, but this time some of the boxes had been pushed aside to make room for a cot and a small chest of drawers.Every single one of my muscles ached, but I still forced myself upright, worried now about my phone.Thankfully, the boxes that kept it hidden were in the same place, and my phone was still safely beneath them.Turning on the screen, I could see that Martha had called me a dozen times and messaged even more than that.Maybe now, alone in my room, I could finally get a hold of her and coordinate an escape plan. If we could get the police involved, then maybe I could be saved.I unlocked the phone, went to the text thread with Martha –The phone went dead. Cursing lightly, I tried to turn it on again, but it gave me the flashing signal of a battery with a line through it.The battery was dead.I closed my eyes as the feel of utter defeat washed over me.Yet I allowed myself for a moment or two of self-pity before ope