HIS SUBSTITUTE LUNA: Chosen By The Alpha

Chapter 1

Ira's Pov

I winced in pain again when the lash hit me hard on my back only for me to raise my head to my master and he made a face at me. "Work harder, idiot or I whip you the more," he threatened and I tried hard not to scoff in front of him, mumbling a curse at how stupid he was to have hit me since I was perfectly doing my work fine.

I groaned softly, trying hard to succumb to the pain drifting through my entire core while I picked out the grasses from the ground, the work that was given to me as a slave.

Yes, I was a slave and I've been a slave for the past years without anyone to come to my aid. I was kidnapped by the underworld ruthless criminals from my pack while I was on a run around the territory.

I'm Ira but luckily for me, I don't know who I was. I've lived all my life as a slave and trust me when I say a slave, I mean, I've been abused, manipulated, and punished severely, and those I couldn't even remember.

Well, I've gotten used to everything but the distress and pains I went through every moment. Imagine me getting beaten up when I was doing the right thing.

"All of you, come here!" one of our masters called out to all of us, working in the field, digging out weeds that had grown too big. Instead of the tractor or any other machine to be used, we the slaves are the one who does it. Practically, everything that we do here depends on working, the slaves are the ones doing it. I was used to it.

All of us sprang up from our squatting down almost immediately and we turned to face our master who had called us. Just then, a sweet aura swept past my nostrils and I sniffled the air in yearning while my wolf dangled joyfully inside my head. The scent was so enticing and had the strawberry taste I had not been smelling for a while now. So I raised my head a little to smell where the scent was coming from and instantly, a lady appeared from the door and I guessed she was the owner of the scent.

I couldn't even doubt it because she was worth the scent. She was looking so gorgeous that I couldn't help but fall for her beauty. I could tell by her height that she was average about 5.5ft but the heels she put out made her height increase a little, and look more or less, a model. She has magnetic blue eyes and her sand-colored hair was neatly packed into a bun. She had a sensual curvy body and I was sure she was from a royal family because of all that powerful vibe she carried along with her.

"Hey, you come here!" My master called out, facing my direction, his eyes settled on me and it made me point my index finger at myself to ask if I was the one he was referring to.

"Get down here, idiot!" my master yelled and the lady's voice echoed through the field.

"Don't speak terribly to her!" she snapped at my master and I knew I was the one he was calling out to but why?

To avoid any more curses in myself, I began to pace forward, toward where they were with anxiety crossing off my heart since I knew what was about to happen. It's either I was being placed on a sold out or I was being sold out either of the two that varies so I kept my cool till I got to them and went on my knees immediately to pay my respect to the lady as it was our tradition.

Then, a hand clasped my arms and I looked up to see the lady in front of me pulling me up to my stance. "You shouldn't bow to me, you're the one." Her statement was confusing but I stood up from my knees, gazing largely at her kindness. Ever since I had been in the slave's territory, I had never seen a lady who walked in here to buy one of us being kind. They were always aggressive and made sure there was no touch from the slave, unlike the men that would smile and hold their slaves ready to take them as theirs.

The lady was different and she helped me with care. "I finally found you," she told me while her hand moved up to my face and wiped away the sweat that had formed on my forehead since I was working. "Thank goodness I found you, Micah must be so excited," she muttered and a smile crept on her lips. Then she turned to face my master. "Why is she looking so weary and fragile? I told you to keep her safe and healthy," she said to my master and he bowed his head to her.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea she was the one," he begged and the lady scowled at him.

"Is that an escape route now? Well, thank Goodness I didn't give you all the dolled scents unless I would have been stranded and made the magician do more of it which will take another century," she pouted as she swirled her head to face me again.

"What's your name?" she asked, solemnly but I was lost in thoughts thinking of what she was saying. "What's your name, again?" she inquired again, waving her hands over to my face and I jerked out of thought.

"Ye… ye… yes," I sputtered, replying to her question. "What did you say?" I threw back my question and she curled a smile on her pretty name that almost made me worship her again.

"I asked what's your name?" she repeated and I mouthed an oh.

"Ira. My name is Ira," I told her and her smile soon turned into a large grin.

"Nice to meet you, Ira, and today you're coming with me to meet Micha and I can't wait to see his facial expressions." She made a slight scream and I wondered who this Micha was that she had to mention his name all over and over again. But before I could ask why she was excited to see and what was happening, I suddenly started to get pulled out of the field with her muttering "Time to go back to the pack."