Alpha Alexander?

**Emily’s POV**

The drive to his house was quiet and exceptionally uncomfortable; I was seated in the back seat of a sleek Porsche car while the middle-aged woman from earlier sat in the front with a chauffeur who was too relaxed to be an employee.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Emily,” I whispered, ignoring the lopsided grin on his face.

“I don’t think he’s a chauffeur, his aura is too strong to be one,” Someone whispered. I looked around but found no one.

“Did you say something?” I asked the middle-aged woman who stared at me with a funny expression on her face.

“I did.” The same voice replied, “And stop looking around, you look crazy!” It said with a giggle.

In frustration, I closed my eyes and pressed my head against the window close to where I sat. 

After a while, I realized the voice was in my head.

“Who are you?” I whispered almost to myself. I pinched the bridge of my nose as her cheerful laugh rang through my head.

“I’m Ariel, your wolf."

My eyes snapped open and they rounded. I had a wolf?!

Normally I shouldn’t be this shocked that I had a wolf. But I was because, amongst my peers, I was the only one who didn’t get to meet my wolf last year when we all turned seventeen.

“Finally, you came!” I replied with relief washing through me. The people of my clan thought I was weak, and a curse because I did not have a wolf.

To make matters worse, a lot of people had gone to my father, and advised him to do away with my mother and have another because they felt she had cheated on him with a human to give birth to me- an abomination!

“We’re late bloomers," Ariel said.

Just as I was about to think of a sarcastic comeback for her statement, the driver said something that I didn’t quite catch.

“Huh?” I asked, looking up to find the middle-aged woman and chauffeur staring at me.

“I was curious as to why you are a slave but smell like royalty.” He said, making my heart race.

I was torn between telling these people who I was, so I could ask for help or keep my identity hidden to protect myself.

After weighing my options and the suffering I might cause myself if anyone found out about me as he still lives, I chose the latter.

“I don’t know why either,” I muttered. I knew my answer was not convincing enough and was glad when they simply let it be.

For the rest of the ride to wherever it was that we were going, the car remained dead silent, even my wolf did not say a word.

***

A few minutes later, the sleek car came to a halt at the driveway of a very beautiful mansion. It was ten times that of my father which I had always taken pride in.

“We’re here!” The middle-aged woman whispered, throwing a concerned look my way.

For a minute, I felt my eyes tearing up as she reminded me of my mother.

Throwing a sceptical look between the woman and the chauffeur, I took a gingerly step out of the car and waited.

From a distance I saw my mate, Alexander, talking to a group of men who looked like warriors. They looked like they were in a heated argument, but I didn’t miss the obvious fear in their eyes as they bowed slightly to him.

Who was he?

“What’s this place?” I asked the woman, even though I already knew what it was. I knew it was a pack house but wasn’t sure of the pack that owned this place.

“This is the territory of the Dark Moon pack,” She answered with pride, lacing her tone.

The name sounded familiar.

I blinked as I recalled where I heard it from. It was one of the few packs that my dad feared while he was alive. He had always talked about their wealth, and the ruthlessness of their Alpha with respect.

“It’s beautiful!” I murmured with a half smile on my face.

“More beautiful than my pack.” At the mention of my pack, my face fell, drawing concerned looks from the chauffeur and the middle-aged woman beside me.

I smiled again. A fake one this time.

“Follow me,” She said, tugging gently on my arm, “I was asked to drop you off at the slaves’ quarters.” 

I threw another awed look at the vast expanse of wealth in front of me before I begrudgingly followed her.

I watched in amusement as healthy children bounced up and down without a care in the world, playing around a lush garden. Even some mothers sat in groups, cheering at their children. 

A group of young adults like me who were being taught how to combat in an open field caught my attention and held it…what if I learned how to fight too? 

With my thoughts jumbled up inside my head, I continued following the woman until she stopped in front of a less pretty building, “We’re here” She said turning to face me.

“This is our slaves’ quarters. Find Mary when you settle in, she’ll put you through.” She said with a smile, which never wavered from her face.

“You’ll resume your duties at the palace by 8  tomorrow, and close by 6 pm.”

“What’s my duties?” I asked. My brows tilted and my temple creased as I waited for her to list out all I needed to do.

I didn't mind being a slave. Despite how my master made it sound harsh. At least, I was alive and didn't have to keep running.

“I don’t know, it’s all up to Alpha Alexander to decide” She replied with a dismissive shrug.

“Thank you, ma'am, ” I said, turning to walk away.

“You can call me Amanda, everyone calls me that,” she added and I nodded.

"Will do." I bowed slightly, turned away from her, and made my way into the dark corridor leading into the slave quarters.

As soon as I was halfway into the corridor I froze.

Alpha Alexander… I mused.

She said Alexander was her boss earlier but didn't mention anything about being an Alpha.

Putting two and two together. I realized Alexander was a werewolf. I had thought his scent earlier was from his cologne.

Goodness! I couldn't believe I hadn't been using my nose properly to distinguish between human and werewolf.

I'd have known he was an Alpha. His strong scent and intimidating aura were hard to miss.

Instead, I was concentrating on him fúcking me.

Groaning, I facepalmed mentally.

Alexander was the Ruthless Alpha of the Dark moon pack?

I doubted there were two Alexanders here. He could be the one.

With curiosity gnawing at my mind, I opened the large doors to meet several curious sets of eyes staring at me. 

Once again, I froze.