Man Slave Manhwa Novels & Stories

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.

I glanced over at Ashton, who wore a tense expression, clearly surprised by the man’s outburst. “That human girl you called Aliyah is a slave. She’s a property of the Connor pack, so you should return her. Otherwise, the royal council will doubt your authority and decision-making. abilities. You’re the new king of Jadeisles, Ashton. So the least you can do is make wise and strategic choices for us." His harsh words painfully constricted my heart. Was this all I was—a slave, an unwanted burden? I knew bringing a human to their kingdom could pose a threat to their secrecy, but I couldn’t help the sting of rejection that washed over me.

he said coldly. Right. I am not a mate to him. I am his slave. Unlike other mate partners, they have a choice whether to give in to the effects of their mate bond and let each other treasure the pleasurable experience. But to someone like me who is treated and acknowledged as a slave, whether it is because of the mate bond or not, I do not have the right to say no to him. I gulped. Slowly, my hands reach for the strap of my dress. I gently remove them and let them fall in the sides of my arms.

The man states simply. “Are you sure Sir? She’s badly wounded and she’s just a girl. I have stronger slaves in my holding cell. A strong male would be more preferable for the alpha don’t you think?” The slave master questions as he glances at me with a disgusted look. “Get her ready and don’t ask anymore questions.” The man says authoritatively shutting the slave master up. The slave master grabs a collar to tie around my neck, pulling me out like a goat about to be slaughtered. It doesn’t help that my wounds are still fresh and I can barely move.

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.”

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re