CLAIRE STERLING

“Who’s that slave?” One guard asked his

companion as he gawked at me with keen

interest.

“Huh?” His partner asked absentmindedly.

“The slave with red hair. Who is she?” He asked again, gesturing toward me as I scrubbed a stubborn stain off the floor.

The guard gave me one look then slapped his companion over the head.

“Women with big ass would be the end of you, Cole.”

They both laughed, shoving each other for a while.

I barely noticed them since I was too busy fighting with the stains on the floor.

Cleaning the dungeons was the most terrible assignment I had ever done in my life.

Whatever it was that had gotten stuck on the floor might just be pieces of a human brain.

“Watch this.”

The second guard poked his friend and then winked at him as he moved toward me slowly.

I was too focused on the stain to notice the guard until he groped me from behind.

His hands crept up on my thighs moving low. I jerked up fast, knocking him flat on his back .

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” I apologized in an honestly sympathetic tone.

He stared at me wide-eyed and surprised that he had been knocked down by a woman.

His partner made things worse by laughing and snorting at him.

“Mr. I’m sorry-” I tried explaining myself but the rage on his face made it evident that he wasn’t going to listen to my explanations.

He got up and marched angrily to me. I saw the punch before it hit my gut. I could have dodged it easily but I knew that would only agitate him more and most likely put me in a bigger mess than the one I had just unknowingly got myself in.

His partner yelled at him to cut it off but he ignored it just like I knew he would.

“Cole! That’s enough.”

But he didn’t stop there. He gave me two more punches to my rib and then hit me hard across my face, a move which sent me flying across the room till I slammed into a far wall.

Fresh blood trickled down my nose and I could feel he had busted one of my ribs when he hit me.

The pain that washed through my entire body was unbearable but I bit my lower lips and let it run its course.

“Just let it go, Claire … It will heal fast. You know I got you kiddo,” my wolf spoke to me through

my mind which was our only channel of communication. I could tell she was feeling my pain, maybe even more than I was.

I knew taking both of them out in a split second would be like squatting a fly for me but I had to be rational if I was to survive in this world.

The guard walked up to where I lay in a crumpled heap on the floor and he spat on me making sure he gathered the thickest and most vile smelly spittle before discarding it with impressive accuracy on my hair.

After that, he gave me two more kicks across my good rib before moving away to meet his buddy who watched the whole show in amusement.

“Serves the bitch right!” He bawled, flexing his wrist.

My hands turned to fists. At that moment I felt like rushing him and ripping his damned throat out just before I snap his friend’s neck kicking his head off.

“Don’t!” My wolf implored me down.

The fists flattened to become palms once again.

His buddy chuckled.

They had had their little entertainment and enjoyed it even if it meant harming a helpless woman.

That was the way of the world.

“Get your scrawny ass up before I come to kick you some more!” He yelled at me.

“You ain’t done cleaning yet.”

“What if you’ve killed her?” his buddy asked.

“Stop clowning, Tim. I didn’t hit her that hard, did I?”

For a moment I contemplated laying there maybe I’d just play dead for a while just to fuck with them.

But I knew it was just going to get me in trouble so I struggled up to my feet and wobbled to where I had been cleaning.

I grabbed the brush and resumed the scrubbing.

The pains in my side made me wince but I continued regardless.

There was no way I was going to give the cock sucker the pleasure of watching me reel over in pain.

“I got to admit, she’s got a body on her.”

I ignored their obscene comments pretending to be too invested in my work to hear them.

They were staring at my ass while talking about all the things they would love to do to it.

I completed my job and left the dungeon so they could lock it.

I made sure to hurry back to the equipment room and dropped the instruments I had just used,

Then I rushed back on the path to my room. I needed to take care of my bruised body while it was healing and wipe away the dried blood from my face.

My current look will most likely break a mirror into several fragments

I was just about to round the corner leading to the corridor that would take me to my room when someone accidentally bumped into me.

The pain in my side ached from the impact of running into another person. I cursed unable to draw in oxygen without feeling a sharp pain.

“Arrrrrgh!” I winced, cursing as I leaned on the wall.

“Watch it.”

I looked up to see who had been clumsy enough to almost knock me out and gasped when I saw it was Andre.

He was the last person on earth I wanted to come across honestly.

Yet there he was, watching me with a devilishly handsome smirk on his perfect face.

Andre Mitchell -the son of the Alpha- who happens to be my fated mate.

ANDRE MITCHELL

The sound of steel hitting steel was dominant in the arena amongst grunts, agonizing screams,and other minor sounds.

The mixture of blood, sweat, and dust brought an aura of power that sizzled with intensity.

“Watch out Andre!” My trainer screamed just in time.

I sidestepped just on time before the blade had the opportunity to take off my arm. It had been very close.

It was dangerous to get distracted on the grounds of the arena and I had let myself get distracted.

“Keep your mind sharp!”

I was trying hard to do just that but the familiar scent of Jasmine kept evading my senses. It was a scent accustomed to my mate.

I cursed as I tried to dodge a fierce combo attack from Dimitri.

He was in a deadly form this morning and I knew it would be tricky to defeat him, unlike our previous duels.

“You’re in a different league today, Dimitri,” I said panting hard.

He could tell I was distracted and what he was doing was playing that to his advantage.

Who would blame him for being a smart conniving bastard?

“You seem a little off today.” He commented as he rushed at me once more.

I was extremely off.

Saying I was a little off was just his way of messing with me.

I blocked most of his attacks and managed to kick him.

The impact of the kick sent him back creating a safe distance between us.

The scent returned and for a moment I just stood motionless as it warped through me.

Watch out you fool!

My wolf screamed at me,bringing me out of my trance state in time to dodge the strike and counter with a quick jab.

Dimitri lost his footing and I rushed him with a series of quick punches landing every single one.

He slumped to the floor unable to continue.

“Mind telling us what that shit just now was all about?” Farrel, my trainer asked.

Farrel was a legendary warrior well known for his combat skills and unmatched battle experience.

He fought beside my Father while they were still young.

My father had gotten him to train me in the meantime and he was doing a good job so far.

Dimitri was still on the floor, too exhausted to get up.

He stayed there breathing heavily.

“I asked you a question, Dre.” He bawled through gritted teeth.

Most people preferred to call me Dre rather than Andre.

I took the band off my hair letting the golden strands fall freely then I gathered them up neatly together and held them together with the band in a bun.

“I’m just a little off today. Nothing more.” I said avoiding his scrutinizing gaze.

“If that’s all, I’ll be on my way to the showers,” I said.

I cursed as I left the arena. There was dust everywhere and by the time I made it to the passage, I was as brown as the sandman.

The scent of Jasmine had gone away completely after my spar with Dimitri which made it feel like the devilish thing was trying to taunt me.

I cursed as I remembered how I had found out my mate was a lowly slave girl who was probably wiping off shit somewhere in the palace.

I had known from the first day I saw her and I cursed my ill fate.

It was proof that the moon goddess didn’t like me at all so I made it my life’s mission to fuck every girl I could lay my hands on in the pack and beyond.

I was going to force the moon goddess to come down herself just to tell me how much of a bad alpha I’ve been.

How would she mate a slave with the future alpha of one of the greatest packs ever? It was a sick joke. I knew it wasn’t a mistake or some kind of mix-up.

The moon goddess doesn’t make mistakes.

That doesn’t mean she can’t try to be funny once in a while.

Just as I rounded a corner, still cursing the moon goddess in my mind I accidentally bumped into a girl sending her backward.

Oh no, fuck!

I noticed it was the slave girl that had been mated to me.

The moon goddess really knew how the fuck with me.

I wanted to walk away before she looked up and noticed me but I stayed and watched her with interest.

She wasn’t bad to look at. She was gorgeous with a body that could cause men to start wars but then, she was just a slave.

She looked up after being dazed for a while and focused on me. I saw the shock in her expression just before it was replaced by resentment then she kept her expression blank.

My body responded to her standing so close. It was the first time we were standing so close in years since the slave master of the palace bought her.

“I’m sorry sir.” She said bowing even though I had been the one that ran into her.

She sounded like she meant it even though she spoke grudgingly.

I knew she was older than seventeen so she had to be aware we were mates.

“Cut the act. I know you are aware we’re mated.” I said to her without holding back.

She looked up at me shocked at my tone then nodded.

“I hate that,” I said.

“I hate being mated to a thing like you.”

She smiled weakly as she said, “I understand sir.”

I hated how she was agreeing to everything I said. I knew she was rebellious. She had a spirit of rebellion.

I was connected to her in a way that was both unique and annoying which made me know and understand her in a way that no one else could.

So why was she being submissive?

I turned to walk away.

“Come with me,” I said without looking back.

CLAIRE

“Come with me.” He said walking away.

I hesitated for just a split second before strutting behind him.

I was almost fully healed from the assault I had suffered early that morning from the guard.

When I walked, I limped a little but apart from that, there was no other sign that I had been beaten.

Oh, the dried blood on my face.

I almost forgot about that.

He walked to his chambers smelling of sweat and pure primitive energy while I followed behind him in silence.

The whole place was dark as there were heavy curtains that covered the large windows.

The room was painted in gray which gave the impression of a stormy night.

There was a large bed with dark blue sheets which only added to the already fierce sea atmosphere of the place.

Andre walked up to the bed and sat by the side.

He stared at me with contempt in his eyes.

I knew he hated me just as much as I hated him.

Why then had he ordered me to follow him?

It was an order to me if not I would have politely declined.

I could easily tell him I had to clean the toilet somewhere that needed my attention rather than me walking into his creepy room that resembled a vampire’s nest.

“Sir what am I doing here?” I asked, taking another look at the room.

He tapped the bed slightly and that was when I noticed there was another figure lying on the bed.

She stretched out and then sat up after hearing his signal.

The woman was completely naked and I recognized her immediately as Andre’s girlfriend- Lara Scott.

She was slender with small breasts that curved to compliment dark thick pointed nipples.

I could only see her naked torso but I knew instantly she wasn’t putting on any clothes at all.

“What is she doing here, Dre?” She asked viciously as her eyes flared up at me.

Andre grinned which showed just how much he enjoyed making his lover jealous.

“She’s here to observe.” He said, keeping his gaze on me. I didn’t falter or flinch as I held his gaze.

“Why?” Lara asked moving closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck which I saw as a show of possession.

Chill girl! I’m not making moves on your man for crying out loud, I screamed inside my head.

I had no fucking idea the reason he had called me into his room while he was there with another woman who just happens to be his lover and to top it off, she was naked.

“Why Andre? What the fuck is she doing here?”

She scowled.

“Just ignore her and get on my dick.” He said without minding if I was there hearing the obscene things he had just said.

Lara rolled off the bed stretching her lithe form.

She had a small rounded butt that rolled when she walked.

She moved to take off his clothes which had sweat and droplets of blood on them.

The sight of his bare chest made me gasp in a soundless gesture.

I wasn’t about to allow either of them know I was intrigued by what I saw.

He watched me the whole time and I struggled to keep my expression from showing him what I was thinking.

Lara stripped him of his trousers then knelt in front of him and took hold of his thick dick.

It looked like a living beast in her hand. Slowly she took it into her mouth, sucking him off.

His face contorted in a grimace of pleasure as

my chest tightened and became heavy.

Oh, no! Fuck…

I knew what was happening.

Anytime he was getting pleasured by any woman, I would feel a terrible pain in my chest that would only increase to the point it became unbearable.

“Suck me like a bad bitch.” He ordered holding her head in place.

She sucked him making sounds that filled the silent room. I was tempted to put my palms against my ears to blurt out the sounds of pleasure.

My knees buckled from under me and I had trouble staying on my feet. The pain in my chest was becoming unbearable. I bit my lower lips, hiding my fists just out of sight as I struggled to keep myself from falling.

My wolf screamed and howled in my head making sounds that threatened to drive me to the brink of insanity.

She was feeling the pain I felt.

We shared everything, even our emotions.

Be strong girl…we can make it out of this together, I whispered to her within my mind.

The more I tried to hold myself together, the more I fell apart.

Andre watched me seeing the change in my expression and smirked when he realized I was in pain.

It was his plan all along to hurt me in the worse possible way and he was enjoying it.

To avoid an incomplete reading experience.

Lara stopped sucking his dick and held it in her hand marveling at the size of it.

I felt relief at that moment from the pain that threatened to bring about my end and my breathing leveled.

“Are you fine? You look a little pale.” said Andre as he watched me with amusement.

Lara stared at the both of us still unsure as to what was happening between the both of us.

It was obvious she had no idea her boyfriend was being the biggest bastard in the world.

“I’m fine.” I managed to say in a voice devoid of life. I sounded like a wraith about to transcend reality.

“Oh really? Carry on Lara don’t stop till I tell you to.”

Lara eyed Andre suspiciously while he just chuckled and shrugged.

She turned to give me a look. It was a warning to stay away from her man.

Then she held his dick in place, putting her free arm around his neck as she lowered herself on his dick with a crackling moan.