Did Alexander Hamilton Have Slaves Novels & Stories

Three years later. Three years had already passed when that tremendous event happened in my life. I was living peacefully in the land of werewolves. Oh, wait, scratch that. I was working as a slave at the palace, the place where the royal family lived. The alpha king, the alphas, and the rest of the family. I was walking in the hallway of the palace when someone grabbed my hand. He pinned me against the wall, and I was about to react when I learned that it was Alpha Aiden. The hot werewolf alpha who turns out to be my mate.

“We wanted your best female, and this is what you give us? A mutt of unknown origin?” Alpha Crane spits on the ground near Alpha Bryson’s feet. “I’ve never been more insulted than I am right now.” Alpha Bryson says nothing, his eyes wandering to me before settling on my trembling mother. “What will fix this?” he asks. “I can offer them as slaves.” My heart stutters. What? “You can kill them,” my father adds. “Do whatever you desire. I reject them both.”

Hope was dying. But in the corner of the kitchen, Alexandria had listened. She let go of the bucket in her hand. It fell to the ground. "What did you tell her?" she asked, shaking voice. One of the younger slaves lifted her gaze, eyes brimming with tears. "He's marrying her. They're making the bond. Tonight. She… she called him Alpha." Alexandria jerked backward as if punched. "No… "she moaned, broken all over again. "No, she wouldn't… She wouldn't!"

Alexander said, handing the alpha a letter, the alpha took it, opening it without no interest, a scowl appeared on his face, as the scent of gross perfume wafted from the paper, not reading completely what she wrote, he tore the paper into shreds. "Now should we go Alexander, to buy ourselves a slave." Aiden said, looking at his cousin, "A slave, just one slave." Alexander asked, surprised that the king walked all the way down here to buy a single slave. "Yes, or are you planning on buying the whole establishment." He asked, looking at Alexander, a scowl on his face. "No, just a slave Alpha Aiden." Alexander bowed down, submitting himself to his alpha. ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶

" Seraphine had to admit Hamilton's father was a sharp one. Indeed, this was the case. The only reason Alexandar had become the King wasn't due to his compassion but the feeling that came from being at top. "That view— I am in agreement with it. As long as I am able to eat sufficiently and lead an uncomplicated life, I am satisfied. Greed always destroys one no matter how smart that person ought to be." °°° The next day, when the rain stopped, the two of them continued their journey to the North, and they haven't met any obstacles in their paths further. Soon enough, they have thus reached the North and booked an inn to stay at. Hamilton took the responsibility of contacting the headquarters

Beta Austin stated, looking at his Alpha as they turn to walk back to their pack. Lydia is one of the Elder Daughters, who use to be close to Alpha Jordan's father when he was alive their friendship was so strong that Alpha Jordan's Father appointed his daughter with an honorable position that mixes mixed uses but no one dares question her She was made to be in charge of slavery right from time and the slave trade has always existed even when Alpha Jordan was still small. As the only surviving heir to his pack, he took over the slave trade from his father after his death, he has been it so smoothly.

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Fifteen Alpha Tagon’s POV “A thousand more slaves will increase my wealth. The larger they grow in size by reproducing the larger my wealth and labor.” One of the Alpha’s present at the meeting buttressed laughing in a maniacal laughter. My hands rose to my temple massaging the irritating feeling spreading over my skin as the other Alphas were lost in their world talking about slaves and switching to their respective pack matters conquest and troubles.

Alex looked towards the vast window of his room and kept glancing at the glassy lake in front of his mansion. "Why, baby? Last night was good." The woman persisted, making his patience falter. No one could seduce Alexander Hamilton. It wasn't as if he didn't get aroused. He did. Very often. But he didn't let anyone know about his deepest, innermost feelings. You would only know what he would wish you to know. From childhood itself, he had surrounded his heart with countless barriers. He rarely showed any emotion, be it love, compassion or anger and hatred. He just knew how to take. So he took.

No I knew him, I knew him that was for sure. “20 million twice.” The lights converged on him and the next moment I fainted. Of course I knew him. I even knew him too well. Denver. Slave #345. How could I not recognize him at first glance? “20 million three times.” No. " No, not that." I whispered as my tears fell. Not him. “Adjudicated.” With that last word my world collapsed and I recoiled in terror. He had bought me and if he had done it it was not to save me.

Ares smirked and I couldn't help the blush that filled my cheeks. Of course, you asshole! I was thinking of it because that's what I knew slaves were. They were barely called humans, a property, an object of pleasure to their masters. Jax hadn't failed to spell it out to me. Using me for his twisted, dark desires. And it was only natural for me to think it would be the same as Ares. Jax made a whore out of me and I couldn't expect anything less from Ares. Afterall he was the exact person Jax was.