My Slave My Property Novels & Stories

“Are these all your things?” “That is all she has.” Beta Trent said before I could answer. I could feel Lydia's glare burning into my neck, and why was it so hot? Alpha Dale’s head snapped up to meet his beta’s eyes. “That is it? Her twenty-something years of existence are all in there?” “She did not really need much.” Alpha Derrick intervened. “She is a slave. She is not allowed to own any property.”

"If you think you're an individual who has a right to speak, do not forget that before marrying you, I paid fifty fucking millions to purchase you from an auction. So before being my wife, you're my slave and a slave doesn't has any rights." He taunted me, making me remember the bitter reality.

“I will rather die than sleep with you! I don't care if you keep me locked in here forever but I will never consent to this!” He remained unfazed by my rejection. Like it was just a minor inconvenience. “Perhaps you would be more open to reason when I take you back home. You seem to be forgetting you are branded…” The words pierced right through my heart and he stopped talking. My eyes watered as I let out a bitter chuckle. “Right.” I laughed. “How could I possibly forget?” A tear escaped my eyes, running down my cheek. “I am nothing but a slave now. Your property. It doesn't matter where I run to, you will always find me.”

“You’ll have to be more specific. I interact with plenty of people.” His eyes don’t waver. “Don’t play games with me.” “Games? Me?” I give him my most innocent smile. “I’m simply asking for clarity. Surely you don’t expect me to assume which slave you mean.” “Amaya,” he says flatly. I hold his gaze, my smile tilting into something sharper. “And what exactly are they saying?” “That you’ve taken an interest in her.” I let the words hang there for a moment, as if I’m weighing them. Then I shrug. “People say many things. Most of them are of no substance.”

“ You do not want to have sex with me, right?” Cody seems confused. “ Are you insane, slave?” His words confirm my thoughts. I look him in the eye and say, “ Just because I am a slave, you have sex with me. You do not love me and you do not really want to have sex with me. I am just a toy to you, and you want to use it just because you do not want to waste it.”

He looked at my hand. "The King's property. The King's slave." He finished. "Fuck off." I responded. "If you think I'm property or a slave, you can, and I mean this in a nice way, go fuck yourself." I continued. I rolled my eyes at him and Luzo started laughing.

When I drop my gaze on it, I notice Ryler’s hand tightening his hold on me. “M-Master…” He looked me straight in the eyes with the same cold expression written on his face. “I owned you. Why are you letting someone touch you?” he asked coldly. My jaw drops. I know that I am his slave. I am a slave. I have no right to say ‘no’ to anyone. Besides, he was the one who let me get touched by his cousins. “Y-you were the one who let them touch me,” I said in a shaking voice.

He clutched my jaw tightly in his firm grip and looked right into my eyes. “What made you think that you can escape from here? Not a bird can enter my place without my permission and you thought you could escape from my place and I won't even know. Let me tell you one thing, darling. My eyes are always on you. Your life belongs to me now. Forget about your Mate. I'm your Master now. I will decide your life. You are my slave. Remember that.”

He asked angrily. “Yes, Master.” The feeble voice answered on the other end. She was his personal house slave that he kept to keep things running smoothly. She was not the prettiest and had been so feeble that she hadn’t garnered any interest on the market, so he had decided to keep her to make his life easier. “Make sure that the house is clean and well stocked. I might be returning soon with my bride and I want it to be spotless.” “Yes, Master.” She whispered before he hung up. She knew well what his standards were and he wasn’t worried that she would escape with the moving freedom he granted her.

Imogen snorted that sent a chill deep down her spine, while he halted and corrected her at certain points, "( Master... )" He again added as her bewildered expression said she couldn't comprehend what he had meant by this,"( You should say MASTER. It's not Mcmaster mansion where you can pretend and deceive everyone whenever you want. It's my property. And I'm the only master here. So never cease to address me, MASTER) " Imogen intentionally emphasized the word 'MASTER' and 'MY PROPERTY' just to irritate Mrs. Mcmaster and to let her grasp that within a period of time everything will be HIS.