The Alpha's Broken Slave Novels & Stories

Flora – POV "Alpha Ryker of the Black Mist Pack," the slave trader said, his voice quivering with fear. "If you're here, this place is finished." "You've got that right," came Alpha Ryker's cold reply. As he pulled me close with one hand, he swiftly ended the life of the slave trader with the other. I could hear the distant sound of fighting.

“I don’t care. It will not change at all.” Did they have a thing for slaves? Why did everyone I knew were either alpha or beta? “Why? Do you hate alphas? Were you rejected by an alpha?” he asked, chuckling. “Or do you hate men in general?” “None of that sort, but I do hate men who are after a woman’s pussy.” His jaw dropped once again. “You sure are someone interesting.” “Don’t get interested. I’m just a useless slave who's trying her best to live after killing her family. If that does not faze you at all, I don’t know what to do with you anymore.”

“He won’t tell anyone about what happened, don’t worry. He’s not crazy. He tells him that we switched places and I made him an offer, he’ll be punished severely for allowing a slave sneak into the Alpha’s room, a slave who happens to be a witch for that matter. He won’t say anything, not unless the confession is beaten out of him or he’s tortured.” Alice doesn’t look convinced and to be honest, her question is a fair one. A female slave was supposed to be allowed inside the Alpha King’s bedroom, but somehow, the Alpha King has no memory of the slave being there, yet he has the certainty that someone broke into his room. The supervisor can be punished for any reason. Firstly, for ‘disobeying’

The older pack women had retired to their room and had not made any appearances since morning. On the other hand, the alpha was beside himself in joy. He had finally done it, he had gotten rid of the annoying pest. He had also successfully broken the slaves, to think that he was able to achieve this just by one action.He could now sit back and enjoy, why hadn’t he never thought of this before, he chuckled manically to himself. There was no need to even pass a punishment, they were already suffering enough.

I woke up because my back landed on something cold and hard, causing the whip marks on my back to break back open. “Well, now, look who we have here, my new little slave, and you’re a pretty one at that.” The man that stood in front of me now had everyone scared of him because of what he did to his own pack members. “Bring her to my chambers. She will live in the slave room up there.” His eyes were black, there was no other color to them. He nodded his head at me. I stood up and went to the cell door, bowing to my new Alpha. Over the five days I was in the cells in my old pack, Derek had told me what to expect here and what the Alpha would expect. This was the only plan to keep me alive. He

I caught it, and opened the book, unfolding the folded page. It read, *In the case of the one who breaks the Sacred Sculpted Alpha—the family heirloom, he will serve for three years, unless he pays all the members of the family, both nuclear and extended, whatever sums they require. If the Alpha of the house in which the sculpture was broken, faces another stronger Alpha who overcomes him, the Alpha may take both the heirloom, and the slave he has acquired. Or if the Alpha in possession cannot properly take control over the slave due to any factor—long journeys, sickness, impeachment, etc.— then another capable Alpha may take the heirloom, and the slave.*

I’m just his slave, and that’s all I will be. It doesn’t matter that the Alpha is devilishly handsome with a chiseled jaw, ripped abs, tones muscles, and that he totally makes me wet between my legs. No of it matters because I’m his slave. Even if bedded me, I’d never be more than a slave. One day the Alpha will find his mate or take a chosen mate. I know better to think of him as anything more than my master. “How could he want a stinky female in his bed?” Dana continues.

“It’s been pretty tough. Alpha is planning on selling some of the useless wolves to the big guys as slaves. Lest they waste our food.” I slap the top of the machine hard. It doesn’t work; the screen stays black. I’m getting anxious because I really want to see what happens in the next episode. Last time, the heroine told the hero she wanted to go to school, and the hero handed over a contract. I want to see what the contract says! “Alas, it depends on who is unlucky enough to be sold into slavery. I’ve heard that if you’re a slave, you live and die at your master’s discretion. Great Goddess of the Moon, please don’t pick me!”

Right, they might not have heard of Killian's death afterall. "It doesn't matter the hell to me, who is Alpha" the petulant human speaks up. "I only care to know that we won't be slaves" He draws his short sword stucking it into the dirt adjacent to his feet. "I worked my ass off to keep them safe. I will not bow" "Slavery has been abolished within the camp" I explain staring into the fire, before lifting my eyes to my men. "Everyone fights, everyone eats and everyone is equal"

Alpha Jordan looks at his pack members from Afar as he sees them Hitting on something continuously wondering what could that be, he walks to them and they all become calm at the moment. Slowly they left her on the floor very weak and with no strength in her, blood gushed from different parts of her body. She turned helplessly to look at the man who just saved her and she was thankful he was there. "What is going on here and who is this?"Alpa Jordan asked. "Greetings Alpha Jordan, she is one of the slaves and I found out she just stole from you in your chambers" Lydia explained, still with her head bowed, Alpha Jordan took a closer look at the Helpless lady in front of him.