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“Excuse me?!” The words tumbled out of me even before I could blink. “How do you think I eat? Using my feet?!” The Alpha choke on his coffee, spluttering some on the table and on his white three-fourth long sleeve. His hair was neatly combed to the side; his beard was shaved, though a few can still be seen. His sun-kissed skin was slightly pale with the clear glass roof above us. “You never fail to make me laugh,” his voice was stern and cold. One may think he’s not joking, that he’s sentencing me to death.Thankfully for me, I just jerked a chin to him, to his no-longer-white sleeves. “Next time, I’ll make sure it’s not just coffee.”His lips curved inward, his eyes darkening. He clicked his tongue and said, “I did tell you that you have laundry duties today.”Before I could huff a reply, he unbuttoned the dirty white apparel and tore it away from his body. And then he shoved it right to my face, to my gaping mouth.“You—”I swallowed the urge to not look at h
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 17: The Alpha's Manor
His laugh was like a midnight storm, yet it was still seductive and alluring. “Do you know why I invited you to come clean my manor?” I smirked. “Because you want to make sure the one cleaning your house has a pretty face?” Alpha Cain barked a laugh, the sound filling my ears like the music from pleasure halls. “Yes, but no. I invited you because the Omega in-charge of my laundry is in labor and the other Omegas in my manor are doing their own chores.” “Sweet,” was all I said. I almost asked him if he cannot do laundry and cleaning on his own when he doesn't look that busy today. “I am busy today,” he said as if he just read my thoughts on my face. “There have been some border problems according to the Beta in patrol. Some Rogues have dumped another body yet again—an Omega who was trying to escape from another pack.” “Which pack?” I found myself asking, and somehow I braced myself for sounding so serious all of a sudden. “
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Prologue
I stared at the place our fingers intertwined; they just looked the same.Two hands. One big, one small. Looking at them, you would never know that one of them belonged to a wild, hot Pet. The other? It belongs to the Alpha I am serving, our Alpha Cain.They were just hands for all one knew, yes. For a long time we lay beside each other in silence, listening to the rhythm of our hearts. The moans we unleashed earlier kept playing and playing in my ears as if they were a song on the radio being played again and again.The car’s windows are open, allowing us to exhale from our sexual encounter and inhale our scent.As we passed roads lined with the houses of our pack members and some stretches of shops, nothing but goods and bags that I once thought that I could never afford, silence only filled the car.I closed my eyes, too tired to keep them open any longer. Too tired to be contemplating.Even this early in the morning, the streets were packed in The City Above. Out the window crowd
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 1: New Pack, New Home, New Misery
Anastasia’s POVThe chain around my wrist tightened as the Beta holding the leash pulled us closer and closer to their pack’s grand gate. Our new pack. Our new home of torture. Only the lives of the living high-ranking wolves will change. The Omegas like me? We remain the same. We’re prisoners, at the same time a new addition to the new Alpha’s collection. A pack’s material possession. Nothing more. The sky is not bright either,as if it mirrored our own emotions. Gray clouds hovered above us, looming. It seems to be just waiting for us to enter the Blood Dawn Pack—and then rain over us like some poor ducks drenched in watery mud. We’ve been chained using a single chain that connected us to one another. The Omegas have marched as one line held by a single thick chain pulled by one Beta on the front while our backs, feet, and sometimes the exposed skin between our hand and arms were whipped by some Betas as well. Blood coated the many silv
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 2: Alpha Cain
I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that any amount of time would prepare me for Alpha Cain’s cruelness, nor his Blood Dawn Pack.Even his assessing gaze sent me scrambling to the corner. With my back flat against the wall, I have nowhere to run, nowhere to escape. Nowhere to look at, except Alpha Cain’s eyes—and his shirtless body.He’s wearing modern blue jeans, clean and neat like the rest of him. His hair, blue-black and ruffled and still a bit wet, tells me he just had a bath.I didn’t allow myself to imagine what he had in mind for me. It was enough to know that he expected me to die—that there wouldn’t be enough left of me for him to torture.I don’t know what new powers Alpha Cain acquired from my previous Alpha, the Alpha of the Iron Woods Pack. But knowing that he has a new set of powers in his arsenal…I gripped my legs harder to keep my hands from shaking. To keep my body from quivering.Somewhere—not too far off or maybe it was just the cell beside me, I don’t know—screamin
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 3: A Slave for the Week
Everything about Alpha Cain is worse. I don’t know if I should be happier or angrier but the Iron Wood Pack’s Omegas aren’t the ones who prepared breakfast the next day. Rather it was this pack’s own Omegas. We were given our own food in our own prison-rooms and told that we only have five minutes to devour the whole stale bread and cold soup and some cloudy water that I suspect was from the rain yesterday. Maybe the soup was made from that rain too. I finished my bread while I thought of the soup to be the water as I chunk it down my throat from its bowl in one go. As for the cloudy water, I used it on my face instead, washing my face lightly, dampening my hair so I can tightly tie it with a strip of cloth from my torn dress.“Five minutes up, Omega!”I didn’t bother replying so I silently strode from my prison-room, the tray of plates on hand.“Leave it there,” the Omega in the washing sink grumbled.I was dragged from the kitchen even before I
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 4: The Hellish Paradise
Even if I deny it, Blood Dawn Pack’s territory indeed boasts beauty and elegance I’ve never seen before.The City Above is a place crafted straight from a dream. Something about this pack made it liveable, even for an Omega like me.The Resting Day has come, and Omegas did flock to most of the malls, parks, and bars. I meandered through the exquisite and silent gardens near the Alpha’s private residence, where the fountain-river greeted me with its sparkling waters. I mentally mark the paths and clever places for hiding if I ever need them. This garden, which has become my instant favorite, is near the Alpha’s private residence. I don’t want to bother myself running into him more than often. Maybe once a month of taunting and seeing that grim amusement brightening his face is enough.Omegas on rest day is a day where we feel like we’ve never been an Omega. Even the Betas and Warriors and others treat us with little respect. Some of them even gave us a forced smile.I wasn
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 5: Memories
The stone sank deeper and deeper, until my werewolf hearing heard the thud of it against the floor of the river. The river was just shallow, at least this part where I am. Thankfully, for an Omega, I’m not wolfless. My wolf, Ayana, is strong-willed even for an Omega. Strong-willed, not strong in a physical sense. Well at least according to and in comparison to the higher ranks like Betas and Alphas and Warriors. My sister, however, I think her wolflessness is the reason why she was easily killed.I’m no longer on the Alpha’s gardens though I’m still facing it. Across the river, that solitary apple tree beckoned me to hang out with it.‘Poor Anastasia,’ my sister would say. ‘You really don’t have any friends aside from an apple tree?!’I just stared at the apple tree, debating if I should accept its invitation with its rustling leaves and fat red fruits.I haven't had breakfast or lunch yet. Nor do I have one.“So apple it is,” I said. But I looked to the river
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Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 17: The Alpha's Manor
His laugh was like a midnight storm, yet it was still seductive and alluring. “Do you know why I invited you to come clean my manor?” I smirked. “Because you want to make sure the one cleaning your house has a pretty face?” Alpha Cain barked a laugh, the sound filling my ears like the music from pleasure halls. “Yes, but no. I invited you because the Omega in-charge of my laundry is in labor and the other Omegas in my manor are doing their own chores.” “Sweet,” was all I said. I almost asked him if he cannot do laundry and cleaning on his own when he doesn't look that busy today. “I am busy today,” he said as if he just read my thoughts on my face. “There have been some border problems according to the Beta in patrol. Some Rogues have dumped another body yet again—an Omega who was trying to escape from another pack.” “Which pack?” I found myself asking, and somehow I braced myself for sounding so serious all of a sudden. “
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 16: Alphas Also Have Emotions
“Excuse me?!” The words tumbled out of me even before I could blink. “How do you think I eat? Using my feet?!” The Alpha choke on his coffee, spluttering some on the table and on his white three-fourth long sleeve. His hair was neatly combed to the side; his beard was shaved, though a few can still be seen. His sun-kissed skin was slightly pale with the clear glass roof above us. “You never fail to make me laugh,” his voice was stern and cold. One may think he’s not joking, that he’s sentencing me to death.Thankfully for me, I just jerked a chin to him, to his no-longer-white sleeves. “Next time, I’ll make sure it’s not just coffee.”His lips curved inward, his eyes darkening. He clicked his tongue and said, “I did tell you that you have laundry duties today.”Before I could huff a reply, he unbuttoned the dirty white apparel and tore it away from his body. And then he shoved it right to my face, to my gaping mouth.“You—”I swallowed the urge to not look at h
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 15: The Coffee Shop
‘Gosh, Anastasia, you’re such an overthinker!’ I scratched my head. Ayana growling in agreement with my thoughts.I trailed behind Alpha Cain, his footsteps too fast for me to catch up. His long strides prompted me to give a quick run.Panting, I linked my arm with the Alpha. He arched his brow as if to say, ‘Really?’“Just practicing as you're soon to be escort, Alpha.” I grinned like a crazy horse.“Escort, huh?” he snickered and removed my grip. “You’re on a mission to interrupt my day, I see.”“I’m glad you’re catching up really quickly too,” I beamed back.Swinging the door open, two beautiful females, their dresses in warm colors, greeted Alpha Cain. Greeted us. “Good morning and welcome, Alpha,” the more beautiful female turned to me, “as well as to your companion.”Companion?Alpha Cain’s mouth quirked to the side as if he knew what I’m thinking.Companion. Escort. Pet. What else would I be called?I blew a breath and followed him inside.***The Alpha was exaggerating that he
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 14: Walk With Me
Although being an Alpha’s Pet—and an Alpha’s Pet candidate—is technically his private and personal whore, the people made no sound about it.Either because they don’t want to disappoint the Alpha or perhaps there is more to being an Alpha’s Pet than serving him in bed and escorting him to whatever revelry he indulges himself to.Either way, I’m my usual self: a messy ray of sunshine with a smile that can summon thunderstorms.And I’m also wearing my usual shade of gray dress but a more provoking kind of attire. Beta Audrey lent me it. She basically can’t say no since it’s the Alpha that knocked on her apartment door and demanded. I also paid no heed as the Beta glared at me the entire time I changed in her room. Alpha Cain sadly tossed the clothes I was wearing to the open fireplace before running an eye all over me and this gray dress.I flashed a ‘too-sweet to be casual’ kind of smile to every passer-by. The streets are already packed up with people, stores and restaurants running t
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 13: The Visit
I woke up panting. Probably even screaming and thrashing hard. It wasn’t a nightmare. But it was enough to make cold sweats drip from my face. Enough to realize my throat dried up. The guard outside yelled something at me, and then I heard a growl of warning and a fist pounding on my prison-room’s doors. “Silence!” I only answered with silence as well. Judging by their guttural voices, it’s still dark outside. Their voices only lighten when the sun brightens the world outside, that’s so far I’ve noticed. “Fuck.” I wiped the sweat from my brow, my other hand on my chest.The sheer size of him remained in my head. Invading in my dreams, in my vision. Even when I close my eyes. Even when I open my eyes.“What in the Moon Goddess’ name is happening to me?!”My eyes darted to the farthest corner, where the Alpha drifted to me in a phantom wind. And kissed me. Passionately.I shook my head, hoping that everything in my dream would eventually disa
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 12: Wet Dreams
It took me a while to force my cheeks to stop blushing. Doing so almost made me drop one of the bowls when I hauled myself from the floor.It took me every shot of control of myself to not go back sprinting at Alpha Cain and kneel down before him as I slid him in between my lips.Going to the elevator and reaching the ground floor became harder than when I did it earlier. Even so, my head did not stop humming his name, my blood and bones awakening. Alpha Cain, Alpha Cain, Alpha Cain— He’s such an enigmatic male. A confusing, hot male. ‘Why the hell am I so into him tonight?’ My thoughts came to a halt when I reached the kitchen’s doorless archway. Thankfully, there was no Beta Audrey to greet me. “So how’s the Alpha?” Samantha did not waste time in asking for the details. I don’t know how her station is now assigned beside mine but...I’m thankful for it. At least from now on, I’m not going to talk to myself all the time. “Fine, as alway
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 11: Such a Splendid Invitation
I swallowed every memory I can swallow. I held on to every emotion I can hold on. I won’t be tempted. I won’t be seduced by the Alpha. Not now. I won’t. I won’t. I won’t. I— His lap was nothing compared to any furniture I’ve sat on, as if his lap was meant to be a seat for my very tired ass. Beta Audrey is probably already waiting for me by the kitchens’ door, ready for strike two. She very well knows that delivering food is quick and easy. But when it’s for the Alpha…one hour is the minimum time one can assume it takes. She damn well knows that. Unless she comes charging straight in the Alpha’s office, which is obviously something she wouldn’t dare. I know Beta Audrey might be sharp-tongued and steel-willed but…she cannot—will not—come face to face with the Alpha unless it's necessary. And I am not that necessary. Yet here I am. Not only am I face to face with the vicious Alpha Cain, I’m also sitting on his lap. Lookin
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 10: What a Nice Dinner
I need to breathe.Looking straight at the Alpha’s eyes made me feel like an egg being tossed in the frying pan. I can feel my soul drifting away. Every existence of me burning and changing into something. I can feel my flesh being slowly turned into a meal, my mind becoming yolky. That’s what I feel when I stare at him. And obviously, I was the first one to lower my gaze—one minute after that intense encounter.I cringed. Yes, I still feel like an egg being fried—except my soul has now returned to the abyss of my being.My eyes found the towel did nothing to hide the erecting masterpiece of his hand’s ministrations. It was beckoning me, waving in greeting as Alpha Cain stood and walked towards his chair.Where the table hid his friend from plain sight. From my sight. “Fascinating.” My smirk turned to a smile. I know my voice is shaking but I still yielded my I-do-not-give-a-fuck charisma. “Please wipe your hand first before you dig in, Alpha.
Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion Chapter 9: Into the Frying Pan
After that immensely intense breakfast during which I was unexpectedly invited by Alpha Cain, everybody hardly spoke to me. And by hardly I meant that Beta Audrey’s sharp shriek of scolding is exempted.First day is always a hard day. You’re still adjusting to the constant glares, constant scolding, and constant brush of the sharp edge of the knife that almost send you for medical attention because your fellow kitchen-assigned Omegas are gossiping who has the largest cock other than Alpha Cain while slicing carrots. My ears strained, yearning for some juicy and cock-y news. Yet even though I’m only listening, I’m always the one being pinched in the ear and not my fellow Omegas who are the ones voicing the gossips themselves.“You’ll get used to my fingers too, Omega.” Beta Audrey bared her teeth to me, ready to shift and tear me to pieces here and now.“I’m sorry. I don’t let other fingers in my pussy, Beta Audrey.”And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason why the back of my he
