The alpha's broken slave

Alora. I was born on a moonless night, and that meant I had no wolf. According to the laws of my pack, anyone born on the moonless night was neither wolf nor human. And that child would be killed along with the parents. My parents being the selfish wolves made a pact with my Alpha that I would be given to him on my fifteenth birthday as a slave in exchange for their lives. The first ten years of my life weren't pleasant because I was a constant reminder of the mockery my parents faced every day and they never failed to show me how much they hated me. I was made to do hard labor and face abuse, and the pack didn't pity me either. I was an outcast, neither human nor wolf. So I was often treated as a nobody, insulted and looked down on and it didn't help that I was smaller than the average human form. I had no identity, no freedom and no peace. I worked hard daily from pleasing my parents and pleasing the pack. But I still found no favor in the sight of either of them. Often

Alora. I struggled once more as soon as Jax took off his clothing and I saw his big member fully erect and pointed at me as if it was telling me to stay still. Despite all Jax's disgusting features he was still handsome and his tan skin glittered under the moonlight, his wolf head tattoo was the only dark contrast to his skin and when he flexed his biceps it moved a little as if howling at me. "You know what happens next, so stop moving around. I'm too hungry to care." Jax said, his voice losing its usual tone overshadowed by his wolf as his red eyes shimmered brightly before he climbed the bed. He climbed above me, pinning me to the bed and I struggled to get away but he grabbed the chains on my neck and spun me back, cutting off the air that traveled down my lung as he slammed my back to the bed. Panic rose from within me as Jax smirked at me, revealing a row of pearly white teeth with his canine growing longer and it was only a matter of time before he sank them into my neck

Ares. "Is he ready to talk now?" I asked Victor, one of my most trusted warriors, as I looked around the basement boredly. It was past midnight and I was getting tired from the days job but the little fucker we had captured snooping around my borders wasn't willing to talk. Victor turned to me, he was a tall man almost my height but I towered over him, over everyone. He had short blonde hair and a deep scar running down the side of his face narrowly missing his cold grey eyes. He was my second right hand man after my Beta and after he had proven himself worthy to me, he had gained my trust and now I trusted him with my life. "No Alpha, he still refuses to talk." Victor said and I yawned, pulling myself away from the wall I was resting against as I approached the captive. It was a man who was around his late thirties, he was strapped to the chair and bloodied from all the beating he had endured. His left eye was swollen shut and his other eyes looked up at me in fear. That's

Alora. I couldn't stop myself from trembling with fear and anticipation. The man who drove the car was silent and he wasn't human either. He was a werewolf too, not an ordinary one, he bled of power and the aura surrounding him made me shiver in fear as I snuggled between the chairs to avoid being found. No doubt if I unmasked myself he would find me, or if I made the slightest noise he would know someone was there. Werewolves were known to have extremely good hearing and this man was powerful enough to hear me out. But he seemed to be distracted by his thoughts as I noticed every now and then he sighed like something was troubling him, but I was too scared to peep and look at him. I tried to avoid moving at all, even the slightest sound and I would be found. I couldn't risk anyone finding me, the plan was that when the car came to a stop and he got out, I would leave too and find refuge somewhere. I didn't have anywhere to go but I couldn't go to any other pack, no pack accepte

Ares. I walked into my room, slamming the door behind me. The stress of today finally weighed down on my shoulders as I sighed and reached for the buttons on my shirt when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I snatched it, grumbling at the disturbance after finishing my rounds at the west borders in case we had more intruders after the man I had just killed. Jax was one sneaky bastard and I couldn't let my guard down, not even for a second. I picked the call on the second ring after seeing my Beta's name flash across my screen. "What is it, Seth?" I growled into the speakers and I heard Seth take a deep breath as if fearing to tell me when he had called to say. Seth was my most trusted wolf, my right hand man and my childhood friend, he was the only I had ever called friend and I could trust him with my life, with every part of me. He had stood by me at every moment of my life, loyally serving me and I couldn't trust anyone at my back except him. He would give his life for me. "Uhm,