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They had walked through the betrayal, through the heartbreak, through the lies, and through the debts. They had walked through it all to finally reach this point, and they were never going to let go of each other. They were destined to be with their love forever. And they wouldn’t let go. Never again. The End. Thank you all for reading ‘A slave to the alpha I rejected” . If you would like to stalk the author (aka me!), you can follow me on F******k @Paige.J Turner. I love you all. Thank you so much! And stay tuned for more stories coming soon.

At 26, Karen was at a confident point in her life. Her PhD in psychology on manipulation and submission had got her into a marvellous situation. The Occidental Slaves Organization had used her work to create a procedure to methodically break slaves. She still worked continually to improve the procedure, but most of all, she enjoyed the result of her work. She had been given one of the first slaves broken by her procedure. The red-haired Alex was massaging her blonde mistress's feet when someone rang at the door.

She should be careful because there are cannibals here that only want her to be their dinner. Her price is now on fifty million which is funny because they want to buy this woman. I stare at her and I must admit that she looks beautiful but not that much. She also looks soft which annoys me the most. The bidding was about to close when she looked me in the eye. Her eyes were screaming for help which made me raise my hands. “Sixty million! I will buy her for sixty million!" I yelled. “Anyone who can beat sixty million?" He yelled as he showed the woman to the crowd. “Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

And as she looked at them, their bodies bared and vulnerable, she knew this was just the beginning. The room hummed with anticipation, the air heavy with the promise of what was to come. Chloe’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind alive with possibilities. She had stepped into uncharted territory, had embraced a power she never knew she craved. And as she sat there, surrounded by whips and chains and the silent devotion of her slaves, she felt the weight of choice, a choice that could redefine her entirely.

CHAPTER 72 VALERIE'S POV TRIGGER WARNING : SUICIDE* "Exactly, this is going to be the start of your new life… As a slave!" My blood runs cold as I try to imagine what is going to happen if I eventually become a slave. That would mean being sold to a random dude who would most likely be in his sixties with the iconic pot-like belly. I shiver in fear at the thought of being a slave to someone. "Noo! Please, take me back home. Don't do this" I begged helplessly.

I gave her the file in my hand, “look at this and sign it.” She took her time reading it, scanning through the pages as if the words written there were foreign. “What does this mean?” She asked me. “It's a contract, it contains rules we will both abide by and what you'll do as my slave.” “I mean this part.” She pointed at a page. “Is this real?” “Yes. It states that I will give you the money to clear your debts and even more, I will also make you the CEO of one of my companies if you agree to be my slave.”

Turning back from the window, Okotwe now pointed at one of his men. "Take this tired, worn-out pussy outside and give her to Gojibwe's band. They look horny and ready for some fresh cunt-meat." The muscular slave nodded to his leader and quickly pulled Abanri off the bed, throwing her over his shoulder like a mere object. Shinatri's last sight of her beloved mother was the sight of her mother's exposed pussy and ass, Abanri's pussy leaking more rivulets of Xokothi jism, which oozed down her pale legs. Okotwe turned back toward Shinatri while the slave carried Shinatri's dazed, naked mother down the central staircase. The slave leader's chuckle was darker than an eclipse.

“You came!” “Yes,” I sat on the bed beside her and gave her the letters. “I found out that Vandal writes in poems. Not everything, but ones that he doesn’t want others to understand or find out about.” I pointed out a few letters to her. “Like this one. It sounds like a love letter with a tragic ending but it’s actually about a vampire guard who’d fallen in love with a slave girl. It’s an execution order. And this here,” I brought up another letter. “That’s about a slave transfer to a facility in Canada where all slaves are drained of blood and killed.”

"Then why do you watch me?" The slave looked quite embarrassed and bashful as he looked at his fingers that were now entwining themselves as he said, "I like how you look when you read." Charilaus, shocked at such a revelation, stared at the now blushing male but then regained himself by clearing his throat and saying, "Can you read?" Cleon shook his head. "No, we slaves do not read." How stupid. "Would you like to learn?" Charilaus asked, surprising himself at those words.

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."