Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 12

At that point, it was her words I was speaking, not my own. I felt exhausted and frustrated. I also felt nauseous. I noticed I've been getting nauseous spells lately whenever I get worked up; I've been trying my best to swallow it down. Which works for a little while, until the feeling comes back. "You're insane," Alex nearly laughed. "My father would never f**k a dirtball. Your kind disgusts him. No one in the Roessler family would be caught dead messing with the likes of you. Except for Bob."

"I'm not lying," I told him. Holding onto my stomach to keep myself from throwing up. "I don't know what happened and I can't explain it. But I think we were both drugged." "Drugged?" He asked, his eyes widening. "How?"

"The first night Bob snuck me into the manor, he stuck me in the grocery room. After he left, I snuck into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. There was premade food on the counter along with a glass of freshly produced milk. After I ate and drank, I began to feel funny. Almost lustful..." I explained. "Wolf Aphrodisiac," Alex breathed.

I stared at him confused, never hearing that name before.

"It's a drug that makes you lustful. You'll have s*x with anything that moves," he explained, analyzing my face. "You think the food was laced with it?"

I nodded slowly.

"And my father ate from the same plate?" He asked.

"He must have," I answered. "Because the next thing I know he's embracing me and I'm letting him touch me and I'm touching him back. He takes me in his room, and we have s*x."

Alex seemed to be lost in thought for a few moments, then his eyes flashed recognition. He jerked away from me; disgust clear on his face.

"That's why you needed the plan B?" He asked.

I grimaced, remembering the landscaper.

"That, and once I left your father and was heading back to the slave shack, the landscaper caught me and raped me," I told him, lowering my tone in case the landscaper was nearby. I wasn't sure about his working hours, and I also wasn't sure where he resided. Alex's face softened for a moment, then he grew serious again.

"The landscaper..." Alex scoffed. "He's known to be a prick. Father says one more incident involving a worker and he's executed. The last time he raped a maid, she ended up dying. Father made it impossible for him to have any children."

"The landscaper can't have children?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"Nope," he answered. He paused and thought about it, his features hardening as realization hit him. "If my father really did f**k you, you'll need to take full birth control. You can't get pregnant."

I watched as he rummaged through his pockets until he found what he was looking for. In the palm of his hand was s a small white pill. I frowned and stared back at him.

Why did he just have that with him?

"I keep it on me for emergencies," he told me, almost sheepishly.

...

A few days had passed since Alex caught me in Bob's room. A month has passed since my night with Marlon. It's almost as if he's been avoiding me; I've been seeing him bare minimum. Not that I could blame; I just wish my wolf didn't feel so effecting by his absence. It's almost like she's longing for him; wishing he would show up. Calling out to him. I keep trying to silence her and soothe her howls of despair.

Bob has been a bit more careful at sneaking me in and out of the manor. Now instead of it being every day, it's only every few days. Which has been barely getting him by his week of lessons, but it's getting him through enough to where he might pass.

I returned to my chambers around 9:30 am where I was able to change and prepare myself before getting thrown back into the rose garden for the day. As I was about to leave the room, I heard voices from not far from where I resided. Marlon and Winston

"There was a riot in town last night. They are boycotting the king's new orders. A few from our pack were injured. I need you to take Bob into town to assess the damages and punish those involved," Marlon ordered him.

"Yes sir. But I must tell you, sir, that sir Alex was in Sir Bob's room a few nights ago. It appeared the boys were hiding something," Winston told him. Marlon frowned.

"I'm not going to worry about that right now. But keep your ears and eyes open, Winston. If you see or hear anything, you report to me right away."

"Yes, of course, sir," Winston answered.

Looking over at Marlon, our eyes met.

His eyes widened as he spotted me hiding in the corner. Before Winston had a chance to turn and spot me as well, I hid further into the shadows. I nearly stumbled over my own feet and fell backward. My heart beating rapidly against my chest; my fingers grew clammy, and that nauseous feeling began to return to me. "Get on with it," Marlon shooed him away.

(Marlon)

Clumsy girl.

Of course, she had to fall over. Thankfully Winston paid no attention and was already walking away.

Seeing Deonna hiding in the corner sent a wave of panic to Marlon and he couldn't explain the worry he felt. If Winston were to see her, Marlon would be forced to execute a punishment towards her. His inner wolf wouldn't allow him to harm her again; something was tugging at him and stopping him from doing so.

He's been trying his best to avoid her the past month since the night they had s*x under their drug-induced consciousness. When he kicked her, his wolf kept yelling at him to stop. He kept pulling him back, tugging at him, begging him to leave her be. But Marlon was too wrapped up in his own fit of rage to listen.

As Deonna came out of the shadows, he could feel his heartbeat quickening. Her chest was rising and falling with each delicate breath she took. She had her hair pinned back into a low ponytail and tied with a light pink scrunchy to match her dress. "I should get back to work," she said, motioning for the doorway to the rose garden.

Marlon had to fight the urge to stop her. Something inside of him wanted to keep her there, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

He was supposed to hate her. He was supposed to replace her to be a vile dirtball creature. She ranked the lowest of the low in the hierarchy. Yet here she was, making him feel a way he couldn't explain. His inner wolf was yearning for her.