The Alpha's Wolfless Slave

Brielle Fox was silently standing in line, trying to stay still, inches away from her was the Shadow Walker Pack’s Alpha, Lucas Matthews. Foxy had no idea what was she doing standing in line for the omegas when she was clearly not one of them, she was silently praying NOT to be picked as the dreaded Alpha’s new slave. Choosing… Like they were nothing but just a bunch of lives stocks waiting to and not to be picked. Foxy could not help but be pissed with the idea, if it is the two, she would always choose the latter. ‘Don’t look here…’ ‘Don’t look here…’ Foxy quietly recited the mantra in her head as she tried to look up. Which she hoped she never did, Foxy instantly looked away when her eyes met the Alpha’s. Who in the whole of Northern Vale ever had the courage to look at him? Even a quick glance, most people think is forbidden. No sane werewolf had the courage to look at him, Foxy wanted to laugh at herself after the thoughts of her being ‘insane’ crossed her mind. Will she be labelled as an insane being by just having the courage to stare? “State your name, omega.” Foxy almost shiver after she heard him speak, she wanted to believe that he wasn’t talking to her, but she knew she would only make a fool of herself if she would choose to do that, especially that she could almost smell him standing in front of her. Foxy gasped some air before finding the courage to look up, and when she did, she felt her entire being getting numb. Coldness… She thought… His eyes were cooler than eyes during winter, such beautiful blue eyes that never show any type of emotions making others scared not to look. In her case, Foxy does not feel any type of fear, she would always dare to meet his gaze, and was just being forced by their pack’s laws not to. “Was the pack’s slavery to the omegas too harsh that caused them to be deft?” Still no visible reaction, Alpha Lucas repeated the question, his eyes instantly burn with unbearable anger which never even affected her- not in the slightest. “I am no omega, Alpha Lucas.” Foxy finally answered refusing to look away, the Alpha remained silent for a while, he looked at her with nothing but pure rage. “Who are you?” ‘I am the only daughter of the lycans you’ve killed!’ Foxy longed to cry out, instead she tried to stay still and gave him the answer he needed, silently hoping that with that, he’d leave her alone. “Brielle Fox, daughter of Amelia and Miguel Fox, I am not an omega.” She said, for some reason, her words dawned his attention back to her, he looked at her as if giving her a death sentence, Foxy felt a dreadful hatred after she saw him smirk. Later, he moved closer towards her, as if she was some kind of meat that needed to pass the smell test- well at least she wasn’t a rouge. “The wolf less daughter of the renegades.” The Alpha whispered, Foxy remained perfectly still, refusing to give attention to his minty breath that she could almost feel over her neck. “I am wolf less, I was forced to stay in the camp to serve, I do not belong to the ranking as I am not a daughter of renegades, my parents are innocent.” She said without preamble- Foxy had no idea where she got that kind of courage to speak to him as if he was nothing but a regular being close to her standing in Shadow Walker Pack, Foxy could not bear to remain silent anymore, she instantly felt the need to protect the memories of her beloved parents. She was brave- Foxy was indeed the bravest ‘black bird’ there is, and she was not feeling sorry for it, not even after a hunter dared to hit her with a bat for trying to talk back to the Alpha. Foxy never even flinch, instead she waited for the blow, seconds later everyone watching the scene stopped on their track when Alpha Lucas not only stopped the hunter from hitting her, he also attacked him with his bare hands causing him to tumble off the ground. His action left her baffled, she finds it very impossible that the Alpha wanted to protect her, she sees danger than that of a protection. For her, Alpha Lucas’s actions prose the greatest danger there is, she wasn’t feeling safe- but alerted. “A wolf less slave who is also plucky, I find it interesting- which made me wonder, would you perhaps be interesting in bed as you are during an argument?” The Alpha said, this time she had mirrored one reaction, such reaction she wished she had never seen, for she’d seen not an admiration but pure lust in his eyes. Lust, that even his faulty mouth have failed to hide. ‘Damn you!’ Foxy wanted to cry out, she has this unbearable need to lash out at him- even hit his perfectly curved nose until it became one with his mouth. “I am a slave, I offer help in chores, tame the faulty young ones, teach them as well, slave in bed, I don’t think that covers my services, I am not interested to find out whether or not it does nor I have intentions of having my body harboured for sex.” Foxy said, her eyes glimmered with pure hatred, her hands formed into a fist and for the first time in her life, after three years that she failed to turn, she’s now feeling the unbearable regret that she was nothing but a wolf less slave. Foxy’s anger instantly rose after he heard him laugh, then later managed to grab her by the arm and tugged her close, later she felt her back hit the cold and hard concrete wall behind her. She was overcome with fury and so as he, his eyes instantly turned from icy blue to bright yellow which, for some regular lycan can already prose as a warning that they already need to run. Foxy felt a hint of fear after she heard his silent growl, seconds later, his hands were already on her neck, slightly choking her. “You listen to me you little fox, from this day forward, you already belonged to me. Your body and the whole of you are now mine to ravish- and you cannot do anything but to submit. You’re a fox, but starting today you can already cry wolf.”