Slave To Alpha Couple Novels & Stories

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.”

all I can focus on is that wonderful smell. "Here put this on ". Beta Kyle said as he handed me a blind fold. I frowned. With a dumbfounded look on my face. Kyle chuckled. I arched my brow. "What's this for?". "The Alpha King has mindlink me saying that you will be sent to be A Slave, Slaves wear blindfolds and a uniform which Mrs Bates will give you and bring you up to date on what you will do". Beta Kyle stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. My mouth dropped open.

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. ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶

I answered the alpha with a side smile I was forcing out of me instead of going over to him and beating the hell out of him for the way he was referring to her without the slightest care to what she must be feeling after what he said “Oh I am sure, alpha. That’s the one I want” He got over it quickly and clapped both his hands as he said lightly “Well, it seems this night is full of surprises. Your alpha wants a rebel and you want the exact opposite. She will be the perfect slave for you, beta. I’ve personally trained this one for the entire first year she came here and you will never find a slave as obedient as her. She’s not all that pretty anymore after what she did to herself I’m afraid,

She watched him remove the condom, tying it up and throwing it in the trash before climbing in behind her. “There was a little blood,” he said. “I’m sorry.” “No, you don’t need to be sorry. I’m sorry for making you bleed.” She smiled, resting back against him. “What are you thinking, my wife?” he asked. “That I’m really happy even if it is strange to be called your wife.” She glanced up at him. His cock swelled against her back, and she gasped. “You’re ready to go again?” “I’m an alpha, Mary.”

Maybe some of them were just awful people. “Just for the record, I wish you had been Casper’s mate. I would love to have you as my female Alpha.” She laughed at my statement. “I’m not sure whether to be flattered or offended! As nice as it is to hear you would like to have me as your Alpha, would you really sacrifice my happiness to have that happen? To tie me to a person so unlike myself?” I shook my head. “Actually Casper isn’t that different to you.”

His breath brushed the tip of my ear as he whispered: “I will peel back every layer of you, little Moonstone wolf. I will strip you bare until your secrets pour from your mouth like blood. I will find out if you are a spy… or something far more dangerous. And if you lie—if you try to deceive me—I will break you piece by piece until you forget your own name.” His grip tightened in my hair for one second, then released. He stepped back. And I could finally breathe. “Take her,” he said, turning to the Beta. “She belongs to me now. My personal slave.”

“And I highly doubt they would grant permission for an Alpha to have a human caregiver, especially one as powerful as your mother.” Alpha? So Ashton isn’t just a high-ranking werewolf, but an Alpha of their pack? I stared at my feet, feeling instantly mousy and insignificant in the presence of such powerful beings. No wonder he always looked so confident and in control. And surely he would insist on taking me with him, which I preferred instead of staying with the Connors. However, my heart sank as Ashton said, “Okay.” “If you want a slave, you can choose among the omegas. I’ll give as many as you want, but Aaliyah is exclusive to me.”

She broke free of the guard’s loose grip and threw herself over my bleeding back, sheltering me with her own body. "Not the palace! Take everything we own! Take our lives! Please, Vane, I beg of you! Slaves who go to the palace never return!" Her words struck a chord of ice in my chest. Everyone knew the rumours. The Royal Palace of the Polaris Citadel Pack was a beautiful, gilded slaughterhouse for omegas and packless slaves. The royal lineage was ruthless, ruled by a tyrannical Alpha who viewed servants as disposable property. Those sent there were worked to the bone, used for sport, or broken completely.

“I stayed. I did not humiliate you. do not disappoint your father even more. do not break your mother’s heart.” I stepped closer, forcing him to look at me. “Stay with me,” I said. “Prove to them that you deserve to be Alpha. That you are strong. That you chose right.” My voice dropped, almost a whisper, sharp with challenge. “you are not the mate of a slave,” I said. “you are not, are you?” For the first time since I entered the room, he looked fully at me. The room was still, heavy with everything unsaid, and Dominic’s face was unreadable, carved into something hard and distant.