All Chapters of THE SLAVE WHO REJECTED THE ALPHA : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Melany’s POV - 6 years laterThe floor was colder than it looked.I knelt anyway, folding my skirt under my thighs so it wouldn’t soak completely through. The bucket sat to my left, water already gray from use. I dipped the cloth, wrung it out until my fingers ached, and pressed it to the wood.Back and forth.The boards were dark here, sticky in places. Old spills. Old nights. I leaned my weight into my arm and scrubbed harder, jaw tightening as my shoulder protested.Swish!Swish!I pushed my hair off my forehead with the side of my hand. It clung to my skin, damp with sweat. Annoyed, I tucked it behind my ear, then rolled my sleeves up to my elbows so the fabric wouldn’t drag through the water again.I was good at this now.Cleaning. Scrubbing. Erasing.The rhythm kept my thoughts from scattering.I am not a witch. The words came easily, without bitterness. Just fact.After I turned eighteen, I tried. Every spell I had ever overheard, every whispered ritual, every half-remembered c

Sorvane did not talk unless he was hungry. “I could eat her whole. Just let me in, Ravok.” And I would give in, because if I did not, the hunger would tear me apart from the inside.I had to buy slaves (women who would end up in my bed and die) just so Sorvane could devour the energy he craved. Romeo had once told me, “If you find a woman whose energy matches Sorvane’s, she might survive you.” I wanted to believe him. Maybe that was why I was here tonight, hoping to find a woman with a pulse strong enough to keep me from killing her.Becoming a sex beast was the price I had paid for setting a demon free, and there was no turning back.“The auction shall now begin!” the announcer’s voice boomed across the room, and suddenly the lights went out and conversations died.I leaned toward the wolfish woman sitting next to me, catching the scent of her perfume, too sweet. “We’ll talk after the auction,” I said quietly, my gaze still on the stage.Even as I said it, I knew. One look at her th

Most days, there was food. Most days, there was a roof. But I still scrubbed and cleaned and disappeared when told. And now I was about to be sold to a wolf.When I came back to myself, they were already driving us forward. Not guiding. Driving. Each step toward the stage felt like being pushed down a narrow chute, the kind built for animals that never come back out. Hands slammed into my back, locked around my elbow, fingers digging in hard enough to promise bruises later. No pauses. No space to breathe.Move.Move.“Ladies and gentlemen.” The voice reached me before I could lift my head. “These are our newest goods.” The crowd stirred. “Adult women.”A hand shoved me again, sharper this time.“Never touched. Never claimed. Clean.”The murmur from the dark pit in front of us swelled. I couldn’t see their faces, but I felt their eyes crawling over my skin, pausing, weighing, deciding prices on body parts.Heat rushed to my face. Not modesty. Rage.The man on the stage started talkin

Domic’s POVThe moon was already high when I crossed the gates of the Black Moon pack. The iron groaned the way it always did, long and harsh, a sound that crawled under my skin. The house announced itself before I even saw it — old wood, leather, and that cloying incense Victoria loved to burn in the corridors. Too sweet. Suffocating.I ripped off my gloves and threw them onto the hall table. The leather hit hard, a sharp, final sound. My jaw ached from being clenched the entire way back.Victoria was waiting. Fuck me.She leaned against the living room doorway, wrapped in a pale robe that was far too deliberate for the hour. Her hair was loose, perfect, framing her face like she had been standing there for a while. Waiting. She always was.Her lips curved first. “How was your day buying whores?”I did not answer right away. I tugged at my collar with two fingers, pulling the fabric away from my throat. The air felt thick as it filled my lungs. Sweat cooled against my skin.“If you

My pulse roared in my ears. Every sense sharpened until it hurt: the copper of fear in the air, the warmth of her body beneath my hands, the fragile thrum of life pulsing just under her skin. My fingers twitched, betraying me, tightening as if they already belonged to him. Sorvane leaned harder, trying to take the reins. For a heartbeat, I wasn’t sure where my will ended, and his began.He wanted out.He wanted her.I could feel it in the way my muscles tensed on their own, in the shift of my weight forward, the tightening in my jaw that wasn’t entirely mine. My fingers flexed against her arms without me meaning to. She flinched slightly.“She’s arcing for you,” he said, almost laughing. “Smell it,” and I inhaled without thinking. Too close... I wanted it in my mouth. On my skin. I wanted...No!I tried to let her go, but he pushed harder and my grip tightened again. I could feel her pulse beneath my palm, and still I did not let go. “Let me through,” he hissed. “I’ll take care of