Chapter 3
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Foxy had no idea whether or not she would be pleased or feared that her new master, Alpha Lucas did not allow her to sleep in an old and dusty cabin, instead, he allowed her to share his bed.
She knew exactly the reason why he did that, she was a slave, not only an ordinary slave in his villa, but a slave in his bed too.
She had to serve the alpha in everything including giving him pleasure whenever he wished to.
Your body is mine to ravish…
Like an echo coming from nowhere, she heard the words he said to her again giving her the need to scream with pure agony and unbearable pain.
Foxy fight the urge to weep as she stared at the huge canopy bed in that huge four-cornered bedroom, the mattress were covered with blood-red duvets, she never dared to stop herself from touching the mattress and pushed it gently causing its covers to be crumpled.
Foxy smiled bitterly when her hand felt the softness of the bed, even the covers that made from satin were soft in her touch.
She couldn’t begin to imagine the amount of good sleep she would get if she laid there even just once, yet she knew that wasn’t the case.
She wouldn’t be there to just sleep…
She’ll cry wolf…
Damn that she would, in the hands of the king of the wolves…
“Your life sucks… Such a pity you are still alive.”
Foxy whispered to herself with full of hatred, she refrained herself from sitting down on the soft bed, instead smiled yet another bitter smile when all of a sudden a picture of what seemed like a fragment of old memories back from when she was a child clouded her mind.
She was laying on a huge soft bed, cuddled up with her beloved mother, her small and fragile frame were covered with her mother’s beautiful royal blue cloak, it smelled of fresh vanilla and fresh roses they used to harvest every morning.
For no apparent reason, foxy found herself smiling from that memory, though she had no idea whether or not it was a real memory of her mother or just a dream she once had in her sleep, yet she allowed herself the feeling of luxury it gave her.
Such beautiful times before her parents were murdered…
Foxy let out a sigh of frustration, she closed her eyes shut, trying to remember the last memory she had with her beloved parents, yet she got nothing but the day when the Dark Shadow Council showed up to their happy home and started accusing her parents of being traitors, she could still remember the exact event that happened that one fateful day, even the exact words Kufra, the head of the council had said to her parents, or the numbers of hunters who came to capture them and burned them to death, such penalty and punishment for the traitors, like her parents deserves for conspiring with the king of the underworld, Farkas whitlock.
Foxy immediately opened her eyes, and like a lunatic, she started covering her ears, after she heard her parents cry of agony when the whole village set them on fire.
Horrifying, Foxy thought, and like a lost small child, she curled herself up to the other side of the room.
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LUCAS MATHEWS was standing silently by the bedroom door, keeping himself hidden as much as possible, that way he could watch his new thrall, who by then was like a lost puppy, looking for its mother’s warm embrace.
For no good reason, he suddenly felt a pang of annoyance the moment he watched her moved closer to his bed and touched it.
How dare she do that?
Of course, he allowed her to sleep in his bed, where else could a slave be beside the bedroom?
He would use her as his personal bed warmer, that’s what she is to him.
The moment his eyes caught a glimpse of her, he immediately felt the feeling of wanting to f**k her.
Brielle Fox, a wolf less daughter of two of the strongest werewolves in history, it’s such a shame that both of them were dead now, or maybe it is more shameful to still be alive and witness their one and only daughter become nothing, she’ll be a slave in anyway no matter what.
If not, an omega and forever will be, she is powerless, well at least her body was still a huge asset, maybe just a little more show of her hot-long slender legs and she’ll be good.
Brielle Fox had a marvellous body, huge pair of breasts Alpha Lucas thought no man would ever catch a second glance to, smaller waist, thick butt, it would be such a waste if one wolf could have her if not him.
Lucas’s c**k hardened by the just merely the having the thoughts of her beautiful body.
Foxy was indeed a disconcerting woman, wolf less but marvellous.
She smelled faintly of s*x.
Sex, freedom and beauty, it was the only way he could describe her.
It was as if it was in her DNA, she was born to be his slave.
It was who Foxy was, he noticed that even when she was still young as a cub.
He owns her now, and there is just no way would he not allow himself to have a taste of her tonight.
Like an insane monster, Lucas felt the need to run towards her and mound her to his bed right this instant.
“Your life sucks… such a pity you’re still alive.”
Alpha Lucas immediately felt alarmed when he heard her muffled whisper, for some unknown reason, he heard the sadness in her soft voice.
He felt the need to protect her, for anyone especially from himself.
Yet Lucas forcefully brushed away that absorbed thoughts he had.
She was nothing but a thrall…
He reminded himself as he continued to watch her curled herself up to the other side of the room.
There was sadness in her aura, such sadness he would bet everyone close to her would feel the same- and that includes him.
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Foxy had no idea how long she had stayed in that same position, she was hugging herself when all of a sudden she heard footsteps walking towards her.
As being alarmed maybe part of her own nature, she immediately forced herself up and faced whoever it was.
She was no longer surprised when she met the dreaded alpha Lucas’s gaze.
Who else would it be except him?
This was his place anyway… Foxy felt the need to question herself, what was she even doing here or ask him instead if he had ordered her to come in here.
“What are you doing here?”
He asked with the most serious and coldest tone, Foxy took all the courage that was left in her to meet his gaze.
“I- I thought y-you wanted me here…”
She answered dryly, yet she failed to hide the hint of fear in her voice.
For a brief second, she wanted to hit herself for stuttering.
Maybe hit the Alpha right to his handsome face hoping such action would brush away his playful grin.
“I never knew you were this eager for me to have you, Foxy…”
He whispered dangerously making her want to just run away and hide.
“I wasn’t eager, where else would a s*x slave be aside to the four corners of her master’s bedroom?”
She answered, refusing to drop the hateful tone in her voice.
“You seem to follow orders just fine, I think it is such a good thing that you adjusted to your destiny this quick, or should I say that you perhaps accepted that all these was exactly a slave like you were supposed to be.”
He said still grinning at her, and Foxy felt the need to gulp, which of course she never did, instead she looked at him the way he was looking at her.
Not to show any weakness…
She wasn’t sure, yet maybe that is the only way for her to survive all these.
“Adjusted, I don’t think I will ever be able to do that, I was fine in the village, fine being enslaved by the lower ranks yet you came and ruined all that.
To be used in bed?”
She said full of bravery- Foxy watched him growl angrily at her, but she chose not to make a single move not even blink.
“I have seen you transform in your wolf form, you were gigantic, I hope you won’t do that in the middle of our...-“
Foxy paused as she caught a quick glance on the bed then her gaze back to the alpha.
“Sparring…”
Foxy whispered seductively.
Two can play this game- this was her lot in life, might as well play with the same rhythm he leads, no matter how much it scares her, she would play whatever diabolical game he wanted her to play.
Foxy once again looked at him, and without second thought, she started stripping off her rugged-like clothes.
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