The alpha's broken slave

Alora.  Thump. Thump. Thump.  The sound of heavy footsteps that sent vibrations on the floor I was currently kneeling on sent shivers down my spine. Each sound like the sound of beating war drums, it resonated in my ears as the hair on the back of my head stood erect.  The sound of the powerful being, the Alpha that owned me making his way down the hall just outside our room. Those footsteps that I had grown accustomed to sent goosebumps flying over my skin.  My heart thumped loudly in my chest, threatening to jump out any minute. It was dark outside and inside too, but I had grown accustomed to it.  I scrambled from the kneeling position near t

Alora. I waited a few hours until I was certain Jax was fully asleep. On full moons like this while he was strongest, he was also weak. The power of the moon fueled and drained him completely and when he slept off like this it wasn't until afternoon before he woke up.  But the risky part of it was that Jax was a very light sleeper and he had extremely good hearing. If a pin would drop he would be fully awake, eyes blazing and ready for attack.  I glanced back at him, his eyes closed and his long lashes falling on his cheeks, there was no imperfection on Jax's face and I understood why she wolves wanted him but he had rejected everyone of them. I didn't know where Jax stood on having a mate but it was obvious he wasn't

Alora. Run, keep running and don't look back. Those words kept resonating in my ears like the echo of a loud beating drum.  My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I placed one foot after the other and navigated my way through the dark thick woods.  Keep running, Alora! I told myself as I had started to pant heavily from the current stress my body was going through, I had never had to run before.  Five years locked up in Jax house and I've hardly ever stepped out of his home, I didn't even know what running felt like anymore.  But today I was running, running away from the dark nightmares I was born into and made to stay in forever.&nbs

Alora. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I rested against the car and turned my gaze away from the men.  No!  Where the hell was I?!  I couldn't stumble into another pack,not especially if it was one of the packs Jax had control over. It would mean that I couldn't be free.  I gasped desperately for air as tears filled my eyes and I raised my hand to my chest to stop myself from hyperventilating. But it was hard and I looked around the mansion.  There was no one else in sight except the two guards at the gate, and I knew it was impossible to escape them. 

Alora."Who the fuck are you?" His deep voice growled at me and I shivered as fear shot up my spine.The man standing before me was tall, he had a broad chest, and lean muscles. His biceps flexed as he raised his gun at me. He had deep blue cold eyes, not the usual blue of the ocean, nor the blue color of the sky. His eyes were a deeper shade, like a painter that stroked that spot repeatedly, highlighting the color.But instead of the warmth that the color blue brought, these man's were filled with cold and hate. There were no emotions in them, except from the reflection of anger in them.If I hadn't seen his reaction when he had first seen me I would have thought he could feel no other emotions except from anger and irritation.The way he had looked down on me was the exact opposite of the emotion on his face. He had looked at me with soft eyes, gasping silently at the color of my eyes.My violet eye color had been a mystery to my parents, I was different from the other wolves. It was