ENSLAVED BY THE DEMON ALPHA

SHE IS MY SLAVE!

Amon’s POV

I walked through what used to be the grand hallway of the Golden Pack's packhouse. The walls were now charred, and the ceiling had caved in at certain points. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and blood. My bandits and warriors had helped me claim the packhouse, thanks to the help of the Alphas of the neighboring packs, who were friends of my late father. They had all wanted something in return, and I knew just what to give to them.

As I made my way through the ruined hallway, Oscar, my guardian, and newly appointed beta, ran towards me with a sense of urgency. "Alpha Amon, Alpha Johnny is waiting for you in the living room," Oscar informed me.

I confidently entered the living room and saw Johnny sitting on the rectangular couch with two of his warriors and his best friend Austin, who was guiding him. Johnny stood up the moment he saw me, a smile on his face. He looked around like he was searching for something before asking, "Where is Eleanor? I have come to take her to my pack."

My heart sank at the mention of Eleanor. She was my slave, and I had been trying to keep her safe from the chaos that had taken over our world. I wanted to keep her for the torture that she was going to endure for the rest of her life, for what her father did.

"She's not here," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "And even if she was, she wouldn't go with you."

Johnny's smile faltered, and his eyes hardened. "You don't have a choice in the matter, Alpha Amon, we made a deal. Eleanor belongs with me, and I will take her with me by force if I have to."

My hand instinctively went to the hilt of my sword. "You can try," I said, my voice low and dangerous.

Austin stepped forward, placing a hand on Johnny's arm. "Come on, Johnny. Let's not do something we'll regret later."

"She's my slave," I growled. "And she's not going anywhere."

Johnny's expression turned dark. "You're making a mistake, Alpha Amon. Eleanor is much more valuable to me than you can possibly imagine. And if you're not willing to give her to me, I will take her by force."

Johnny hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Fine. But this isn't over, Alpha Amon. Eleanor belongs with me, and I will do whatever it takes to get her."

I watched as Johnny and his warriors left the packhouse, a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. I knew that this was only the beginning of the battle for Eleanor's custody.

I led my bandits and warriors as we raided the packhouse, the sound of our boots thudding loudly on the wooden floors. We carried all the servants in the house and tossed them in a corner of the living room. The room was decorated with expensive furniture and a grand fireplace. The scent of burning wood filled the air, adding to the tension in the room. Oscar and I stood in the center of the room, watching as the servants trembled before me.

"I am your rightful Alpha," I announced, my voice echoing through the room. "You will all bow to me and accept me as your leader."

My eyes glinted with the promise of violence as I pointed my weapon at the trembling servants.

I stood tall, my sword gleaming in the dimly lit room. I could see the fear in the servants' eyes as they looked up at me, their faces twisted with anger and defiance.

"You can't just come in here and threaten us like this. We have rights too," one of them spat.

My lips curled into a sneer. "I don't care about your rights. You will listen to me and do as I say, or you will suffer the consequences."

"You're not our Alpha. We don't have to listen to you," another servant chimed in.

My eyes narrowed. "I am your Alpha. I have the power, and you will learn to respect me."

The servants glared at me, but I stood my ground. I knew I had to show them who was in charge.

"This is not how you treat people. You can't just threaten violence to get your way," a third servant said, her voice shaking with anger.

The room was silent, except for the crackling of the fire in the grand fireplace. The servants looked at one another, worry etched on their faces. Suddenly, one of them tried to escape, darting for the door. I moved with lightning speed, grabbing a small knife from my belt and throwing it at the fleeing servant's leg. The servant cried out in pain, collapsing onto the floor.

"This is what happens to those who don't follow my commands," I said, my voice low and menacing. "I will not tolerate any disobedience."

The other servants cowered in fear, bowing their heads to me and hailing me as their Alpha. I sheathed my sword and walked over to the wounded servant, gripping the handle of the knife still embedded in his leg. I twisted it cruelly, causing the servant to scream out in agony.

"From now on, you will all do as I say," I declared. "Or suffer the consequences."

The room was filled with tension, and I could feel the fear emanating from the servants. My bandits and warriors stood at the ready, their weapons gleaming in the warm light of the fire. It was clear that I was not to be trifled with, and that my word was law.

As the night wore on, my grip on the packhouse tightened. The servants were forced to work long hours under my watchful eye, and any sign of disobedience was met with swift and brutal punishment. The once peaceful home was now a place of fear and misery, and I knew that my rule would not be easily broken.

I entered the room, the stale air hitting me like a brick wall. The room was dimly lit, with only a single flickering bulb providing any illumination. The stench of sweat and s*x hung heavy in the air, the only sounds the soft moans of the w****s and the creaking of the bed frames as my bandits and warriors were having fun with them.

My eyes scanned the room, searching for Eleanor. She was among the other w****s, lying unconscious. I quickly moved towards her, careful not to attract any unwanted attention. Lifting her up, I carried her out of the room and into another, far more private chamber.