The Slave Mated To The Pack's Angel Novels & Stories

In four words, they made us slaves. If you are lucky, you could either be sold off as a slave. A house slave, a war slave, a lucky slave who can become a werewolf is she mated to a wolf. The worst of it all was a Sex Slave. They are usually the worst, and although they have high advantage and gain more favor unlike the rest of the slaves, the sex slaves could be killed anytime.

Xavier said. “Oh, she was his pet — she was his sex slave.” “What?” “I must tell you, she wasn’t the first, but she last the longest. The experimental drugs messed up her mind, and she grew feral, but that didn’t stop him from still using her body. He is not quite right in the head if you haven't noticed,” Angel said with a sigh. “I suppose that was why he wanted the she-wolf we came for—” Cole tensed. As if Xavier could tell, he raised his eyes to hold his.

“Round two, little wolf. I’m breeding you until you can’t walk tomorrow.” He laid her down, thrusting up into her with renewed hunger. Dirty words spilled between them—promises of more knotting, public claiming, pups, and a future built on their forbidden sin. By morning, the pack gathered. Angel stood beside Seven, bite mark proudly bare, his cum still dripping down her thighs under her dress. The ancient rival blood sang in her veins, stronger because of the bond. Seven addressed them, with a booming voice. “Angel is my mate. The old wars end today. Any who disagree… fight me.”

I asked, wondering if it was too strange of a question to ask, but she didn’t seem to mind. “Yes. I’m mated to Jake; he is the Gamma.” I remember Wraith explaining the pack’s hierarchy; he said the alpha, beta, and gamma were the pack leaders. “Well, if I’m going to be here for a while, I’d better get accustomed to the people here. I’d love to have breakfast with the pack.” “Perfect!” she cried, as if my being here was the greatest favor she could have asked for. Angelina looked… human—well, except for the eyes. But if the rest were as nice and excited as she was, then maybe Wraith was exaggerating and there wasn’t much to be afraid of.

“I may believe in the mate bond but never the goddess. She is a joke. She has done nothing for me.” “SHE GAVE YOU ME!” I screamed. “AND YOU ABUSED ME! YOU GAVE ME PAIN!” Angry tears begin to fall down my cheeks. All he could do was look at me. “I never want to see you again. My life with you is done. I am happy now. I have a mate who appreciates me, who loves me, and is not afraid or ashamed to make me his Luna. And I have beautiful pups with him. My life with you in my eyes has never existed. I have no first mate. It is Chase who is my first and only Mate. I wash my hands of you. I hate you and always will. I will never remember you from this day forth.” I look over at Chase. “I am done now

I calmly walk between the gathered pack members. They don't seem to notice me. I see them looking at Alpha Max, that is punishing a slave. How dares he break the laws and have slaves? This feels me with anger. I continue to get closer, and suddenly a smell of peaches fills my nose. I have met Max before, and I know it is not him. I also have been in this pack before, and no one smelled like this before. This meant one thing. The scent comes from the slave. My fucking mate! Just fucking great!

“What?” he said in a disgusting tone. Angered he caught her wrist. How dare she suggest this solution? Wasn’t she a wee bit jealous to share her mate? “I am a male in my prime Zoe. Mind it, I may just take the offer. It’s either you are the human slave.” “Like I said. You can use that human to sate your needs. I won’t mind. Once we are married, I will personally take care of her.” Or she would sacrifice the virgin blonde for more powers. “Just keep her alive and kicking till I return. She is useful.”

she demanded. The lycans laughed at her request. “Who do you think you are to order us around? You’re only a slave.” the lycan said. Fortunately, they did not harm the old omega. They only escorted her back to where the rest of the slaves are… harshly that is. “Everything okay?” Madam Angelique whispered to Anna. Anna only nodded which madam Angelique took it as a ‘yes’. ***

the whole pack chorused. "In case you are wondering who these are. This is my uncle, my father's junior brother, Alpha Bardulf Wulfblood of The Boldclaw Prowlers’ Pack and Luna Hera Wulfblood from Ohio. They are Angel’s parents. Their land was stolen and they were kept as slaves. A lot of us here know what that was like. But now they are free and now home. Accord them the courtesy you would accord me. Having them here feels like having my parents back."

"But these people are nothing but slaves, they mean nothing to you. If you play along, I might just give you the freedom you have always wanted, so you can stop trying to escape all the time." Robert swallowed hard, his disgust obvious. Nevertheless, he cleared his throat, addressing the audience. "Welcome to the first annual slave auction of the Demontail Pack," he began, his gaze resting on the chained body of Jasmine. "We will start with this exclusive slave, she has been kept and trained for about a month, she is the mate of the late Alpha." The bidding started in seriousness; the crowd's hunger for such a prized possession was intense. Robert felt his heart clench as Jasmine was sold of