Enslaved by the alpha Novels & Stories

“Alpha Devon., if you want her, you can have her. The judge said. My heart pounded against my chest, my hands were trembling as tears streamed down my face as I expected the worst. “Scarlet White, you have been sold as a slave to Alpha Devon of the Bloodmoon pack!

The weight of anxiety settled heavily within me as I contemplated what it meant to have him as my possessive Alpha. My throat felt dry, and I swallowed nervously, contemplating the implications of surrendering myself to him. "I'll ask one more time… What will be your decision, Princess?" he inquired once more, his alluring scent enveloping me, compelling me to comply without question. "I... I accept to be your submissive! To be your Sex Slave, Alpha Lucious Dark!" I declared, my words a hint to the intense longing that surged through my very being. "Good girl," he praised, his voice tinged with dominance. "I will be waiting for you in my chambers, and remember... never dare to keep the Alpha

Alpha Lucas lifted my chin and said, "You've made me very disappointed, so you're not even qualified to be my breeder. If you want to be my exclusive fuck toy, you have to go through very rigorous training. All my fuck toys have to show me their absolute obedience. Whenever I tell you to do anything, you have to do it immediately. If you dare to disobey me, or be hesitated for one brief moment, I'll give you to my soldiers and let them take turn to fuck you. Then, I'll throw you to the rogues and let them finish the job. Do you hear me?" "Yes, Alpha." I whispered. "All your holes on your body belong to me and must be open to me. I do whatever I want to them, whenever I feel like it. If I'm n

Even through the haze clouding my mind, the dull throbbing in my skull, the waves of dizziness, and the crushing exhaustion dragging us down, we endured. We would never surrender without a fight. We would keep fighting until rescue came, even if it demanded every last ounce of strength we had left. “Let me savor every part of you as mine,” she whispered, her hands sliding over the chains binding my arms once more. Her eyes lifted to meet mine before a single finger traced the hard line of my jaw. “You will swear upon your father's name and your throne as an Alpha that you will belong to me in both soul and body. And to me alone.”

"Look at me. I'm wearing a slave's dress and a silver collar. I couldn't even save my own pack—" "Your pack is dead because your father underestimated Dante Blackthorne," Elena interrupted, and there was steel in her voice that hadn't been there before. "But you're alive. The Alpha kept you alive when he's killed every other royal he's captured. That means something." "It means he wants to humiliate me. To break me."

I wasn't sure and that is another point where I embraced fragments of my daydream. The beta had said obedience and submission…I thought it was a simple thing to do until I got to the Alpha's house fully. Obedience and submission to the Alpha meant something else. Something too strong for a eighteen-year-old I was enslaved from all fronts and I lost my dignity. What I was ashamed of became a norm—because, in the Alpha's dictionary, obedience and submission mean zero pride, shame, and freedom. Why was I even still breathing?

A single word came to me, unbidden: caught. Then Alpha Mace added, his tone like a blade sliding free: “I want her as my slave. It’s the price I want from you.” The floor seemed to tilt under me. My breath caught, jagged. A slave. My stomach turned cold. Was this a rescue? A trade? A different kind of cage? My Alpha’s jaw worked, his eyes dark. “I’m sorry, but that’s impossible, Alpha. Ask another price.” “She’s the one I want.”

“I… I’m sorry, Beta, I just… I…” I pull out almost completely, then drive back in with a force that steals her breath. “Say it again.” “Alpha!” she screams, the title bursting from her. “My Alpha!” The forbidden word unleashes something feral in me. I fuck her with a savage, relentless abandon. Her cries are constant, a hymn of submission. I feel my knot swelling again, thicker this time. “Gonna knot you,” I snarl. “Gonna lock my come inside this perfect ass. You want that?”

"You're here. You came back." Her deep voice echoed through the space, more felt than heard. “I never left, Elena. You were just too close to the edge to hear me.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “That place… that Alpha. What is he?” Her ears flattened slightly, and she turned her massive head toward the sky. “Not just wolf. Not just man. He’s become something else… something that feeds.” “Feeds?” I asked, heart pounding. “On fear. On pain. On despair. The stench you smell clinging to him—it’s not just blood. It’s rot. The residue of centuries of consuming darkness. The longer you’re near him, the more it will try to seep into you, too.”