Life as a slave

Ava.

“Slave!” Alpha shouts. Alpha Jerry summons me from the living room. Because of my refusal to become his mistress, the alpha, Luna, and everyone else has mistreated me in the pack. The mistreatment has escalated since I refused to submit to Jerry’s demands. I’ve been ignored, demeaned, and barred from participating in activities that other pack members are permitted to do. I’m sick of it.

In a flash, I run over to him, dropping what I am doing. I bow my head in fear as I enter the living room. Jerry stares at me, his eyes filled with anger. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I brace myself for his reaction. He takes a deep breath and then finally speaks. I’m afraid of being hurt by him again.

“My mate needs some food to eat. She is starving,” he screams in his alpha tone.

“Yes, Alpha,” I reply before bowing once more and making my way to the kitchen. I prepare some mouthwatering, tasty food, and in thirty minutes, the food is ready. I serve it and put it on a tray with a g