bel'
this strange la
to keep me company. I'm tired, mentally and p
stepfather. The plan was to stay with him for a y
trange people and a mate that barely notices my presence. I don't care much if h
es as they passed by the closed door of my room, oblivious to
ing more than a milk-producing machine for the children I was to bear for him. In over a year, I haven't stepped foot outside t
ruel life, yet I'm be
ng minute. How I longed to go back home, even if it meant enduring
d me away from my depressing thoughts.
s the closest I would get to having some rest
d to the door and turned its knob. On the oth
" I asked impatiently. "
was a slave, like her. And yet, I was treated as though I was better, all because I was supposed to be
n her face. "But Alpha Mortis asked me to fetch y
up in surprise.
mpatiently. "You should know. You
turned and walked away, leavin
is never asked for me, except when he wanted me to warm his bed or give me
dering my choices. Ignoring the Alpha's call was not an option, as It w
room and closed the door as quietly as I could. Then
a few rooms away from his chambers. It was as though he wanted to be a part of every sin
him made my skin crawl, but th
I knocked on the door twice,
came his fa
t and fear, I held the doorknob
n with several parchments, empty ink bottles and quills. To the left of where I stood was a close
features: from the white-blonde, almost silvery hair held up in a ponytail, to the te
ough about Alpha Mortis to know he never liked a slave looking at him in the eye. The
within me, even with a single glare. Every s
im to speak. It wasn't until he did that
the slave." Alph
t his words. What w
ir as it was shoved back. "Look
in a corner. He was a wrinkled old man with tufts of white hair o
y hated him
grunted, his face set in a
turning to face Alpha Mortis instead.
y Alpha Mortis had refused
"I know you're a miserly old man. She was made to fulfill he
ything has a price, Mortis. Even your so-called prized slave here. After a
ominance. Here I was, being haggled over, like I was nothing but livestock. I r
ro demanded, his gaze pierci
ver his broad chest. "She's invaluable. Priceless. I won'
lessness and anger welling up inside me
seen my fair share of sex slaves, Mortis. She is young, but not e
a descendant of the Moon Goddess. a true Wolfborn, Kairo. Any child she has will grow to be a pow
ing conversation about my fate. The room seemed to close i
ro?" Alpha Mortis' voic
is eyes. "I'll give you five hundred gold coins. That's mor
gling over my value as if I were a mere object. The hush
r. "Five hundred gold coins? You insult me, Kairo.
by the creaking of the chair as Alpha Kairo leane
for Mortis' response, then
hundr
hundred
emplating the offer. "Fine. Eight hundre
fate with a transaction that
fate was sealed already, I knew there was nothing I could do. But the prospect of
be subject
more, I turned and