Alpha Azel's Slave Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

‘With eager pleasure, I would be her devoted slave for life. As the tense situation unraveled, the Alpha scooped up his mate, preparing to vanish with her. In that fleeting moment of distraction, Zela seized her chance to escape…

Despite the knowledge that they weren't mates, there were undeniable strong feelings there—perhaps even love. On the back porch, two imposing figures appeared, their eyes fixed on Dante. The atmosphere shifted as one of them, with a deep and calculated tone, said, "Alpha Dante, how nice to see you again." Jasmine's eyes blackened, and with a growl, she declared, "Mate."

, it's annoying' I snapped inwardly. 'You should have thought of that before treating our mate like that 'He growled. "Our mate, she's not my mate neither is she yours, I rule over you not the other way around, she is just our sex slave and I will do whatsoever dims me fit!"I thundered out loud, I didn't care if the servant was still there, she dared not look at her Alpha.

he teased and he was about to kiss me when my phone rang. He got off of me, picked up the phone from the counter, and handed it over to me. I clicked on the answer placed on the screen and then placed the phone on my ears. "I have a wonderful peace of information for you ma'am," "What is it?" I asked, staring at the man in the room with me. "The alpha and aloha raze fought over that slave again. Although there was no mention of her being a mate to Alpha Logan I'll still find out,"

To appease his mood. “It is I, your humble slave, Alpha Erik. Forgive me for disturbing you in this place. I will go now,” I said softly. “You are my mate. A slave? Impossible.” My heart hammered against my chest. He encircled me and stopped. It would be better if my mate was an ordinary person in the pack. Someone who was not holding any positions. Perhaps he still had the heart to accept me for who I am. “I-I am.” Did he scoff? “A slave? Really? Is the Moon Goddess joking right now? What kind of cruel joke is this? I got excited about finding my mate this evening only to know it is you, Dog Slave?"

He said a little too harshly. Ohh… “Okay alpha.” I whispered, earning myself a raised eyebrow. “In as much as you’re going to practically be my slave here, I wouldn’t want you to call me Alpha whenever we are alone, you’re not my subject, you’re my mate.” He drawled, looking at me. “Slave?” I asked quietly as that was the only thing I could think of. So it was true, what Raquel had said was true! “Yes slave, my slave. You’ll be more of a sex slave though, I don’t care.” He replied nonchalantly, shrugging his broad shoulders as he spoke.

She looked unsettled, uncertain and scared. My heart sank.. For one second I thought she’d turn me down. I was beginning to lose hope when she finally stood up… Slowly and beautifully. “I…” she began. Her voice soft but steady. “I, Naya Rowenfall…” “Former slave of Alpha Louise…” “Having found fate…and love…in you…” “Therefore.. I accept you, Alpha Zane…” “As my mate…” “And my Alpha…” “According to the edicts of the Moon Goddess.” The glowing line shifted.

He looked dignified in his tone of voice which Allyssa found in conflict with the flapping of his baggy pants. “I, Amante del Fuego of Irati Nardus Pack, proclaims my human mate named Allyssa as a prisoner of war. She, at all times, be confined in my room and prohibited from engaging in any sort of communication with the pack members. She will serve me, not as my mate, but MY sex slave till the end of time!”

'Azalea,' I mumbled over and again, testing the name on my tongue while the slave handler continued to speak. "Are you certain of this, Alpha? You haven't checked out the other girls yet, and—" Desmond, my beta, had whispered something. My decision obviously took him aback because, on a regular day, I would carefully examine several slave girls before choosing one. Even for him, this was unusual conduct. But I didn't care, and I repeated. "Yes. She's the one I want.” I affirmed. The slave broker had cleared his throat after my declaration and waved a poster at me. He began talking, telling me the fee, which was relatively large - I paid without a doubt - and then informing me that Azalea was

the male sounded desperate. "Tell me what this is about, and I will find a way to help you," I said to the male. "Why don't you start with your name." "I am sorry, Alpha, but I can't tell you my name. But I want to say that in the Silver Pack, next to Chișinău, the Alpha there, Alpha Max, has a slave. This slave, a male, has been tortured for many years, but I am afraid that he will be killed unless someone helps him. So, please, Alpha Țepeș, save him," the man begged me.