Alpha’s Rejected Slave
Chapter One (Captured) Sheila’s POV “Master wants her alive!” The guard screeched warningly to the other guards who were struggling to keep me in place as my hands fought their rough grasps to escape, with an arm wrapped around my neck. It felt like my breath was trapped as my eyes rolled back into my head and a tear slid down my cheek rolling onto my white dress. My brains racking and ruminating on what crime I’ve been committed to deserve this treatment on the brutal way I was snatched on my way to get herbs from the forest and these mean looking men huge, aggressive and rude, pursued and caught me in the middle of the little lake at the outskirts of Mountain Dew Pack. “Nooooo…” A faint scream managed to tear out of my throat as a large sac was placed over my head blinding my vision. Next thing, air was knocked out of my lungs and my body turned into jelly. Weak, defeated and vulnerable. **** Moments later my eyes were open to see myself locked up in a room where creaks of sunlight permeated the dark dungeon followed by my nostrils scrunched by the stench of filth and decay. Fear tore my heart as human bones, skulls and filths of human discharge filled the air. Bile rose in my throat, with the pungent smell to lay off everything in my stomach. I held on gritting my teeth to the other for fear of littering the place. How long was I going to stay locked up? The men who abducted me wore masks, every one of them with black apparels with seven white stars and a wolf head inscribed on their chest zone like that of the guards of White Peak Mountain Pack. No, that can’t be true. My mind was playing tricks on me. He can't possibly plan this.. Could he? Not possible. He wouldn’t care if I lived or died all these years and the Alpha of such a pack would have no time for a maid like me. It was a no-brainer. “Wh-at do.. they want from me?” my voice came out croaky and dry. My throat felt like It swallowed thorns. A plate of white pottage was on the floor with a jug of water. It was better to die with a stomach full than empty so I thought. The water was colder than usual and it was of immense help to numb the pain on my foot and wet my dry, brittle hair. My eyes fell on the angry, dark wound on my foot. I could remember hitting a sharp rock when I tried running away from the abductors and it hurt badly. “Ouch…” Pain shot through my bloodstream. It hurts. To move hurts a lot. Tears began to well up in my tear ducts. What have I done to deserve this? I’ve never stolen a thread from anyone or gotten into trouble. Who must have placed a bounty on my head? My memories foggy on who and what I must have done to get caught and sent to this terrible place. The crazy place was slowly seeping into my mind’s eye. Despair was creeping in, breaking my strong will and making me its prisoner. My eyes felt so dry to cry. I've exhausted the little strength in me to cry. The fear of the unknown was killing. I was my only family. No one would bat an eyelid of my demise. I shut my eyes for a few minutes, my thoughts running to and FRO- on the peaceful life I have grown accustomed to. The pandemonium that fanned my childhood was a monster hanging around my shoulder, clinging to me as a second skin. A childhood I desperately wished I never was a part of and a history that was dead, buried and forgotten long ago. My eyes met a scar on my lap and with haste. My dress was flung on it shielding my weakness from the eyes of others, no one but me had to see this and so many of this. It was my responsibility to hide from the face of the earth and disappear. I tried so hard from town to town and I grew irrelevant and almost non-existent like I should. Even at Mountain Dew I spoke to no stranger, ate my meals in silence. The colds whipped me at night without warmth, the sun had its anger on my little dwelling. When I was sick, I had to take care of myself without assistance. No one to cook me a healing broth or to pat my fever. It was my curse. Fated to be rejected by everyone, hated and be at the mercy of others. Wherever I go people die, good or bad. Alone was my fate and in my heart I was hopeful this could put an end to my suffering. “Is there anyone here? Please help me. I hate this place. I hate the dark!” Being in the dark was my greatest weakness and it terrified me greatly. Locked up in a dark room made my heart wanting to jump out of my heart, my skin began to crawl with dread. I was claustrophobic and being here was killing. Being locked up brought back so many harsh memories and memories of him… My eyes felt too heavy to stay open, my toes twitched welcoming the numbness that spread through my entire body as I fell into nothingness. “Ahhh….” A tight scream tore from my throat. My eyes shot open with the speed of lightning. “When did I fall asleep?” the question directed to myself. My hair and clothing were drenched in ice cold water. The light of the cell was eye blinding with blazing torches and I realised the guards who abducted me weren't the ones in my cell. This set of men wore different clothing and without masks with brown, black and dirty blonde hair. Bile rose in my throat. Was my execution decided already? I struggled to my feet for fear of what they might do to me. I won’t let them kill or hurt me further without a fight but something was amiss, the men looked like they were waiting on orders to carry out their next line of action. That brought me to the question. On whose orders was I locked in here? Who had the power to punish me? My life has been shielded so whoever had me here was clearly mistaken or just loved to hurt women. “Who ordered you to do this? Answer me!” I yelled with the last strength left within me. A strong hand twirled around my wind pipe knocking air out of my lungs, hitting my waist on the hard floor as I struggled to breath, hot blood pounding in my brain. Metallic taste hit my tongue- Blood. “You don’t get to speak until you're being asked!” The hand that knocked me out, screeched into my face. His dirty breath fanning my face, and blocking my nostrils. He screamed of moral decay. Like the rest of his members, no soul, kindness or any good. I pushed his hands off my throat and quickly wrapped my arms around my neck area, massaging the areas his hands left Imprint. If demanding closure on who their Alpha was who ordered my kidnap could get them this riled up, then speaking further will get me killed without me finding out who it was. “Calm down, Alpha said no one should hurt her.” One of the guards chided the beast who hit me earlier and he nodded leaving the room followed by the other as the dungeon door was locked. A lone tear ran down my right cheek. I was going to get killed. The mean looking men will make sure I don’t see the sun. My thoughts consumed me. “No, I won't watch them kill me without a fight.” I wiped the tears forming in my lids and limped from the floor. My eyes caught a rope which I quickly picked and saw the hole from the far end where the sun came through. That could be my escape. But how do I get past the guards? There will be guards outside. Good thing the torches were burning furiously my eyes ran the entire walls and slowly my plan to escape could work. Happy at the idea I began to scale the wall hoping it would lead me to something but everything was turning futile as my strength began to fail, my legs growing wobbly and it began to register… There was no escaping this place. Then a familiar cedarwood scent hit my nostrils. It smelled familiar… Too familiar. “Long time no see lover!” I paled in shock.Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Two (Imprisoned) Sheila’s POV My eyes were playing tricks, thinking maybe my imaginations were all over the place and somehow it imagined him in here. “Are you real?” The words fell out of my lips before I could push them in. He was real. His scent. His nicely shaved stubbles. His fire electric blue eyes. Tagon. He looked more handsome than ever. Words lack the true essence of his manly beauty. His jet black curly long hair shone under the poor lit torches. He screamed of power, wealth and affluence. A tear slipped from my eye unconsciously. He looked well, and his apparel was that of the Pack leader. He is the Alpha and that made my heart flutter. He did prove himself worthy of leading as he should. I didn’t know if I should run into his arms and hug him for being away from him
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Three (An old friend) Sheila’s POV “Husband?” His lips twitch into a terrible grin. “Yes I have a husband. Am I not entitled to get married?” “What a slow conniving betraying slave! All this time you had a lover and kept deceiving me. Now tell me who is he? What does he do? How rich is he? Is he another Alpha, tell me!” His hoarse voice rang in the entire cell that almost made my legs turn into jelly but him being an Alpha doesn’t scare me at all in my heart all I felt was pity and remorse for what my love has done to him but fear? I traded it a long time ago. The only person that was my weakness made it to the afterlife so nothing scares me anymore. “I owe you nothing of that information which you do seek. My personal life is mine and mine only.” “It’s true slaves weren’t just bed-wenches, they could be ambitious as well. Sheila, your innocent look
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Four Tagon’s POV (14 year old Tagon) Just like mother will say some were born with fates and some others fought for their destinies while the greatest have to fight for their destinies even while born with fates. From the womb I suppose so much must be expected of me. A son to takeover as an Alpha, rule over my subjects, make decisions that will affect lives and families. Never to let matters of the heart get in the way of my ambition and duties. I learned from a tiny age that life could be brutal, painful, and cruel. The path of becoming an Alpha wasn’t an easy one, a life filled with thorns, power, and duties wasn’t an easy one. Today I finally made my father proud of me. My father, the Alpha, like every parent has expectations with their cub. And being the highest authority he held very high expectations so high I felt unworthy of being his son. At the age
~ (Present) “Alpha, the supplies for the construction workers have been arranged and we have more crops stored in the barn for distribution for the full moon celebration, my lord.” Fidelis my Beta informed me as he read from the floor long royal scroll on reports. So far things have been good. It’s a spectacle how much can be done exercising the right amount of authority. Nails clawed at the golden goblet filled with expensive rare wine as a sip slipped into my lips and set the goblet on a table. “Is that all to report?” “Yes, my lord.” My Beta was about to leave to attend to other matters of the day when the Pack door was spread apart. “My lord we did as you ordered.” The guards humbly said in unison with their left knee to the floor. “Set the room ready when I call.” I command with a devilish grin on my crooked lips. They nodded and took their leave. “Tagon what are you up to?” he asks with dismay written on his pale face. H
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Five (Healing) Sheila’s Pov My head was banging uncontrollably, an excruciating pain and even tearing my eyelids open came with a lot of willpower than necessary.My eyes fluttered open to see myself in a different room with things I’ve never seen before or touched. Where is this place? My eyes hurt badly as the morning sunlight shone brightly in the room. I tried to sit up and a sharp pain sent me crying out. “Ahhh…” A painful grunt escaped my lips. “How do you feel?” I turned to the left and found out that I wasn’t alone. Here a woman dressed in black and her hair packed in a neat tight bun was stirring something in a bowl. She gave me a reassuring smile and faced her work. “Better than I felt in days. Where is this place and how long have I been asleep?” My eyes began to roam around the room looking for a clue, anything. My brain began to hurt rememb
Alpha’s Rejected slave Chapter Six (A week Later) Sheila’s POV It took me a week to recuperate fully on my feet and my bones to get stronger, skin glowing like never before the healing broth worked satisfactorily but for little scars on my feet which the healer gave me a balm before I was returned to the dungeon. Yes, the dungeon. As was customary until the slave induction date I had no business contacting the outside world, the chamber I woke up in wasn’t mine but the healer’s and I stayed during the course of my treatment. Tagon never made an appearance after that day he came but I knew he’ll be inquisitive to know about my well-being and how my body was healing. The broth didn’t change in taste but I kept on drinking as was demanded to heal better. And when I was better two guards returned me back to the dungeon and the first thing my eyes noticed was the filth in here was gone, a mat with a woolen shaw
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Eight (Rosalia) Tagon’s POV The head trainer had full responsibilities in setting her into her new life as my slave. A bottom barrel.Sheila has a huge ego and watching her each day serving me would slowly but surely rub off on her and she would crack just as I want her to be at my mercy. But cracking Sheila won’t be easy. I’ve known her since my childhood. She had this free spirited energy to turn ruined things into treasures. A beacon of light that was my friend, cheerful, even in tears she is strong spirited but breaking her has been my quest and I won’t fail till I crush everything in her. “Alpha she has been inducted and as we speak she’s made to wash the ceremonial dining floors and walls on knees and until the entire room is sparkling clean she won’t have dinner and would face thirty strokes of whipping.” Rosilia said proudly and bit on her lower lip to get my at
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Nine Sheila’s POV Few minutes later I left the cell to a large hall, the biggest I have ever laid eyes on and in a line were maids dressed in the same fabric that I put on. My eyes searched if by chance my mother was here but no sign of her. I bit my lip in disappointment it was stupid of me to think He would grant me access to her so easily. Mother must be kept somewhere no one have an idea of except for him. I’d work harder more than my strength I’d do what he asks of me and live pathetically if that would give him the kick and idea that he had broken me but he won’t know what’s coming till I find her and take her without a trace.The ladies were appointed to different tasks for the day and there was no need to guess that they were newly brought in slaves. I got to see the head trainer, beautiful but very dangerous. Her words were straight to the point and the power she had over us made my skin crawl. And from
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy-Four Sheila’s POV I sat on a saddled white horse and we rode far into the night and early dawn. Tagon split the guards into four sections one to the east, west, north and south while two others accompanied us as we stayed neutralIn the midst. The area is agog with rogues and thieves.Rosalia noticed the trail and escaped into the seven hills which is a dreaded location. Rosalia to have hidden here she thought it impossible for us to come, and if that isn’t the case she must have played a dangerous game to get us trapped, and possibly killed by the rogues who run amok in these areas. Tagon got off his horse and I followed suit walking closely behind him. “Follow my lead and be observant. I think we are led on a trap.” He muttered slowly, his eyes interrogating the entire area with hawkish gazes. “But there are no houses around here so where could she be hiding?” “That hut, mete
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy-Three Sheila’s POV Time seemed to move in slow motion till it was time to present the young Prince to the guests. My son’s nanny was sent to bring him forth, but when she returned she did without him. She looked fidgeting, her eyes clouded in tears, her body shaking out of fright. A realization hit me. Hope I’m wrong and it’s nothing. “Where's my son?” I screamed. “He… he is gone.” Her eyes fell to the ground. Tagon interjected, “Gone? To where?” “He isn’t in his baby cot and the shawl is lost. He has been kidnapped.” She burst into tears. An echo banged in my chest. “Ni…ko…”Tagon springs up hurrying to Nikolai’s room. The world tends to tilt with large voices screaming but so out of it I was knocked out, my eyes closing in on me. Next I felt my body placed on a bed, a hand wrapped around mine fingers caressing softly. I knew who the hands belonged to. My eye
Alpha's Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy-Two. (Rosalia’s Bonus Chapter) The prince is born. The smiles and pleasure on their faces as they held onto one another. Their joy is evident. Their happiness pricks my skin, stings badly like a venom eating out the very fiber of life in its prey. Every little hair on my skin itches with disgust. I stood hidden behind my veil with fixated eyes on the new parents who were enthralled with each other, they could barely keep hands off one another, a burning sting spread across my chest, reaching my tongue. Tastes metallic, cold, bitter and dirt. Bile forms in my stomach. My eyes took a quick glance on the hidden bulge of my stomach thanks to the bulky costume. As customary a week after the Prince’s birth a wide feast is to be held in his honor and people were invited to grace the ceremony. What better opportunity if not to seize the moment up close with my enemies- Tagon included. He
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy-One Sheila’s POV “Our baby is so handsome. He has your eyes but my hair. He stole your cheekbones but got my smile…” Tagon smiles widely, chatting a thousand and one things I couldn’t keep up with. My eyes tired with dark circles, my lips bloated with burning sting, an occurrence after biting on them wailing during childbirth hours. My child came earlier than predicted and to my astonishment a baby boy was born, the next in line of his father. Diana was here hours ago but left to be with her husband after showering gifts, and words of encouragement she too couldn’t get away from the baby.A smile crept up on my chin and lips.The first time after her (Rosalia) disappearance we could feel a semblance of genuine happiness, and calm. Days after she left it felt like an eerie shadow followed us wherever we went, no matter how protected or hidden we were. We felt her presence like a dark shadow hauli
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Seventy Sheila’s POV “Rosalia escaped.” The cut edge tone, the way it fell from his lips the second I walked into our chamber and met him mopping the floor in thoughts of agitation sprinting from every pores in his skin radiating with tension and anger. The silence that follows I could hear my heart beat thumping loudly in my chest. What! “The baby. Our baby is in danger. She isn’t right in the head to cater to herself and her condition.” Tears coursing my tear duct, worry tugging in my chest. How would she cope outside in the wild, cold and without food and safe warm shelter? What would happen to the child she’s carrying, exposing it to risks? Any moment a few weeks to come she might deliver the healer has marked me due in a week time and our pregnancies aren’t far apart. I tried my hardest to get information from the maids Tagon instructed in her welfare, and they kept on narrating how her bump
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Nine Sheila’s POV Dragging my over inflated stomach to my most intimate place as I sat on the wooden bench, legs crossed, hands resting on my bump and eyes gazing at the new blossoming plants and the sweet smell of dew. The smell of the garden blooming took more of my attention unbeknownst someone was also in the garden until I felt a tap on my shoulder and to my greatest disbelief the intruder happened to be Diana who was smiling from ear to ear. I engulfed her into a hug not minding my ever growing large bump protesting the tight hug. “My Queen, your beauty is radiating, stealing the spotlight off the flowers that you seem enamored of.” Fidelis stood down from being Beta and took for himself a land where he worked to start his family with Diana. Tagon seems unsettled to forgive him, but I catch a glimpse of him staring into thin space in thoughts thinking about h
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Eight Sheila’s POV The tears came crashing down slowly to an extent my dress was soaked with tears, and low sobs filled the room. The journal fell off my weak grip as a tore sob rang deep within. My heritage has been a lie. The journal content documented where I was picked up, my family, and who they were. According to the journal and the content written by Salina. My original birth mother was the Luna of a defunct Pack and my father an Alpha, who befriended king Asyrian. Unbeknownst to him Asyrian has dubious intentions to steal and make himself wealthy through greedy schemes. He hacked my father to death and locked my mother in a dungeon as she was already pregnant for my father and was a few weeks due to deliver. My mother then Luna pleaded to her right hand and most trusted servant, Salina, to take the baby as hers and protect it. That night she delivered a
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Seven Tagon’s Pov “My lord she’s growing paler and paler and she has refused food, and assistance. Her clothes are soiled and she’s unflinching in the filth she’s in.” “How long has she been without food and care?” “Three weeks my lord.” He replied tentatively. Simply nod. Rosalia has made it her mission to ruin herself and take me with her to hell. Her unrealistic intentions and revenge to hurt herself are not mindful of the life in her womb. Motherhood is to make her soft, and remorseful but what can I say she never had it in her to think of anyone above herself. The child is a means to an end, its conception meant her dominance, and plot to win a heart that isn’t hers and a throne she wasn’t meant to claim. I pushed through the long corridors, heading to the cell where she was kept in a separate cell from the rest of the dungeon. The cell was equipped with a bed, two mattresses, warmth,
Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Sixty-Six Sheila’s POV Blood. So much blood. My lips tasted of blood, fingers covered in dried blood, blood flowed out and in me. I smelled of blood, and breathed blood. My vision was covered in darkness but the little conscious thought strolled behind. “Hurry, she's bleeding…” That voice again. I feel strange hands taking me off, placing me on a soft mattress, pulling my blood drenched clothes and performing acts of cleaning, plus different foreign things I couldn’t make them to be and as time flew my consciousness was totally knocked off. How long has it been, when I felt my being? Consciousness slowly grips back to base, pulling me out of the ditch. My fingers trembled, my lips swollen and stinged of dehydration. It took every aura in my soul to tear an eyelid open. The scent of orchid, and other herbal plants burning in the room whipped my nostrils pun