The Alpha's Slave Mate Novels & Stories

he grabbed my suit’s lapel, pushing me backwards and causing me to stumble into a row of stools, wine bottles and glasses. After claiming Omega slaves at the auction, unmarried Alpha Kings can use them as sex slaves. Married ones have the option to employ them as castle maids or as additional sex partners if they’re unsatisfied with their partners or for other reasons. It’s their decision. However, Hermes was mistaken. I wasn’t treating Brianna like a maid, nor was I using her as a sex slave.

I looked up at him briefly, catching the scornful sneer on his lips, and wondered what kind of Alpha he truly was. "I see you have nothing to offer me, huh?" He scoffed, turning away as if ready to abandon me. But suddenly, a sense of urgency surged within me, and I couldn't help but grab him tightly by the leg, preventing him from leaving me all alone. "What do you…" He started to say, but my action made him pause his statement instantly. "I will do absolutely anything you desire, Alpha Netayam! I am capable of cooking, serving as your loyal Slave Mate, or even being your bed mate, if that's what it takes to remain in the Ravenwood pack!"

I suddenly get the overwhelming feeling of frustration and hatred again, and I look around the room to find three sets of eyes staring at me intently. Uncomfortable with the feeling coming off of them, I link Zion, Who is having a conversation with Alpha Mathew. He turns to look at the group staring at us, Raising his glass to them with his signature, half-cocked smile. But the look in his eyes said he was ready to rip them apart. "It's crazy how much that look in his eyes turns me on," Dosha says, and I agree completely. "Forgive me, my King, But I noticed Alpha Max and his son were here with their mates as well. Have you heard the rumors of them keeping slaves?" Alpha Mathew asks Zion, who

There is no truer love than that of your fated mate. As I looked up the stairs I saw Alpha Zack being followed by my mate. It looks as if they were having a serious conversation up their, probably in Alpha Zack's office. It looks as if everything went good and we should be able to live here in peace and solidarity inside the Mountain of the Moon pack.

I crossed my fingers in preparation. “I Alpha Marcus of the crescent pack reject Victoria Winters as my mate. I’ll accept her as my slave.” Alpha Marcus growled. This could not be happening to me, the humiliation I felt cut deep. My head started spinning and I was struggling to breathe, shit, I was not breathing, I could not feel my legs.

“Oh, Moon goddess, I can’t wait to become his mate. I’ve been dreaming about it.” Another one beside her laughed softly, twirling a loose strand of hair around her finger. “Mate or not, I don’t care,” she said with a sly grin. “Even if he just wants a sex slave, I’ll volunteer. I just want to have a taste of him—just once.” My stomach turned harder. Where are their shames and self respect? Because I can’t even see any. “Oh, the Alphas… imagine being mated to one,” another slave near me whispered, her voice dreamy. “Alpha Harlan, I’d let him take me first, rough and sexy, his eyes staring down as he claims me.”

"I can smell it all over her." Natasha lifted a brow. "What makes you say that?" Melvin shrugged one muscular shoulder. "Look at her. The way she makes doe eyes at Tyler—if she was a slave before as you said, then it's possible she tried to seduce an Alpha." Seducing an Alpha. It seemed somewhat far-fetched, but if Elena had attempted to steal an Alpha from his mate or perhaps use pregnancy—legitimate or otherwise—to blackmail him, then it was an offense that was punishable with indentured servitude.

I stepped into the room, the door creaking shut behind me. "Tristan," she said, her voice hollow. "He used to lock me in the basement when I forgot to iron his shirts perfectly. He used to tell me I was worthless because I was human. I thought... I thought because we were fated, because of the bond..." She let out a dry, broken laugh. "I thought you might be different. But you're just another Alpha who likes to kick things that can't fight back." My jaw clenched so hard I thought a tooth might crack. Fenris was howling now, a mournful sound of pure misery. Mate sad. Mate hurt. Alpha bad.

Alistair asked, looking at Elara and then at me. My breath caught in my throat. Crap! What am I going to do? My mate is Alpha Black. The one who kills for fun. I can't be mates with him. It must be someone else. Elara looked at me questioningly and put the puzzle pieces together. Her green eyes widened, but I silently pleaded with her not to say anything. She nodded at me, and I mouthed thank you to her. I cleared my throat and said, "No, sorry. I have no idea who Alpha Black's mate is." Those words felt wrong coming out of my mouth and felt forced. Alistair nodded and gave me a small smile. I smiled back.

Something within me whispered again but I could not decipher what it was saying. "You're human." His hot breath fanned my face. It was a statement but it seemed more like a question to me. "Yes," I answered shakily, wanting more. I needed to satisfy that hunger that he had awakened in me. "And my slave..." "As of three days ago, yes." My voice had become a breathy whisper. "This can't be." A look of confusion appeared on his face as he looked at me. With a sigh, and in a strangled voice, Alpha Cyrus said. "I can't accept you as my mate.”