Novel & Cerita Ahsoka Tano Slave

Slaughtered and beheaded into pieces. "Go warm up for your punishment tomorrow Ashina! You need to know the difference between "Alpha" and "Slave". With a shuddering Body, Ashina walks away, heading to the room. She feels so bad for what just happened. She regretted everything that just happened and had hoped she would never try escaping. What actually made her think she could escape out of here? Of course she's nothing but a slave in the Sky moon Pack. And what else, she's nothing but a weak wolf who's yet to find her mate. She doesn't have family, she doesn't have a mate nor someone that loves her! This makes Ashina sad and depressed as she wished she was never born into this world.

She squirmed and groaned. "Start moving, pussy. I have one more surprise for you before we arrive at our destination." Soon after, Anaria felt only resignation and a deepening dread as they neared Gorlann's tent. Just when it seemed they were almost there, though, he abruptly changed course, tugging her by the wrist toward the downward slope just west of the tent. He led her toward a wide, flat outcropping of earth maybe a stone's throw or two from the tent. There, Anaria saw a cluster of Xokothi slaves -- those dark-skinned, naturally muscular and intelligent slaves who served as the Imperium Empire's essential bureaucrats behind the scenes. They made equally good fighters, and it was these

TYLA'S POV I didn't know what came over me but I didn't regret what I did in the slightest. “How dare you slap me??!!" Thane bit out angrily. "How dare you call me a slave??!!! You didn't know I was a slave when you fucking made me the Luna of this pack!!! You didn't know I was a slave when you had sex with me!!!! Oh I am so sorry that you have now realized that I am a slave!!” I said.

Ahsoka My name is Ahsoka Banks. I know, my father has this weird obsession with Star Wars and I have been made fun for my name for as long as I can remember. I turn seventeen soon but I won’t be celebrating. It is not something worth celebrating. I stare at the mirror as I cover up the bruises from last night. Father never leaves any on my face or anywhere else that I can’t cover up. Even on the hottest day I am forced to wear long sleeve shirts and long pants.

Not today though. She bared her teeth, chest rumbling, and knowing what was coming, I braced myself as she slammed me into the wall behind me, the back of my head hitting it so hard I thought my cranium would crack. Lycans healed fast, but that by no means meant we are immune to the feeling of pain. We felt pain as keenly as any human. If not more. “You are worthless, slave.” she spat. “Weak, being bait fits you so well. I can think of nothing better to show you just how insignificant and expendable you are.”

I’ve seen slaves and maids sneak down there before, sometimes for stolen goods, sometimes for sex, sometimes for things I don’t want to think about. So I know it leads somewhere, and tonight, it’s going to lead me out of here. This morning, I woke up a slave, but once, I was Serena, heir to the Silverpine Pack. Daughter of an Alpha. Luna in-waiting. I remember the way my pack and family looked at me with respect, with pride. I remember power. I was supposed to lead. To protect. Now, when people look at me, all they see is a slave, but I refuse to die as one.