Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 8

As soon I reached outside, I was hit with the cool sensation of the autumn air. It soothed my burning throat almost instantly, though I was still parched for water.

I could hear the clicking of the sprinkler system not far from where I stood. As I got closer, the mist began to speculate my features. The already cold air got much colder. Soothing away the pain Marlon had caused.

I rinsed my fingers through the cold water, relieved that nobody was around to spot me. There wasn't a sound for miles; only the soft sounds of the trees moving through the wind and the far-off distant birds flying through the late morning sky.

I didn't remember the last time I rinsed with fresh water; back on the slave farm, the water we used to bathe was always used and dirty. By the time I was able to bathe, I would be lucky if it was a light brown vs. a dark brown.

I pressed my lips against the sprinkler and allowed for the cold water to soothe my aching throat and quench my thirst. I closed my eyes as the water went down my throat; it felt good, and it tasted even better. It's been so long since I've been able to drink clean water. At this point, I didn't care where it came from.

"What in the dirtball is going on here?" A southern twang of a man said from behind me.

The unfamiliar voice startled me, and I fell over into a mound of dirt. Looking up, I saw a fair-skinned man wearing overalls; he was thickly built and the smell of his musk and foul body odor made me gag. His hair was auburn, and he had a freckly face through his rat nest facial hair.

From his appearance, I could tell he was the landscaper.

"How did you get out of the slave shack, dirtball?" He asked, leaning down and closer towards me.

I opened my mouth to speak but I was struck with an overwhelming sense of fear. I hadn't met him before, but I had a weird feeling about this man.

"You going to speak? Or are you too stupid to comprehend words?" He asked, his eyes darkening.

His top lip curled up in disgust, revealing a row of crooked, yellow, and broken teeth.

I thought about pretending that I didn't speak English, but I wasn't sure if he would buy it or not. Maybe I could pass out and pretend I was dead until he left. But then again, I also didn't trust what he would do to my unconscious body.

My fingers began digging around the dirt around me; I was searching for something I wasn't sure what it was. My hands were trembling, and I could feel my body nearly giving out. He eyed me so carefully, watching my every move.

Soon, my hands came across a rock. Small enough to wrap my fingers around, yet big enough to do some actual damage if I made the right contact. He was just close enough to where I could probably get a good shot at him and run before, he catches up to me. He was wearing the same golden cufflinks I noticed other commoners wore, so I knew he couldn't transition into a werewolf.

However, despite his large build, he was much bigger than me and seemed to be in better shape. Chances of me escaping were small, but not impossible.

By the time I was able to lift the rock slightly off the ground, he spotted my attempt and grabbed the rock from my fingers, forcibly.

I could see the snarl in his lips and the humor dancing in his eyes. He lifted the rock over his head and began cackling. Before I could help myself, I was flipping myself onto my stomach in an attempt to crawl away. Pushing him slightly with my feet to gain leverage and get some distance between us.

He stopped laughing; that couple of seconds of silence was the longest couple of seconds of my life. I thought I managed to knock him backward, at least for a moment so I could get to my feet and run the rest of the way to the slave shack.

Before I could get any more distance, I felt a sharp blow to my head. Pain coursing through my body; shooting from the top of my head and down to my spine. Blood trickling down the front of my face and landing on the dirt in front of me. Mixing in with the water and created a soup that my face fell into.

Another sharp pain struck through my spine; I screamed out in agony as he closed the small gap that lay between us. The weight of his body, weighing me down into my own blood. My breathing became shallow as the mud and blood mixture seeped into my mouth and nose. I coughed to try and gain some air passage, which worked for a little while.

His weight only strengthened on top of me as I felt himself positioning between my legs. He groaned as he inserted himself into me. I struggled to move underneath him; tears filling my eyes as I felt myself losing consciousness.

The sharp pain of him inside of me nearly knocked me out. His movement became more rapid and the more he trusted the more I began to lose sight of reality.

I wasn't sure how long we were like that. It could have been a few minutes; it could have been an hour. Maybe longer.

But soon enough, I blacked out.