LOGINShare
An Attack
Last Updated:
2024-09-28 21:35:06Related chapters
The Alpha's Slave A Promise
**Cyrus**My anger was now a combination of a burning flame, an unquenchable fire that had reduced me to what an ordinary human being was like. I was not meant to feel such a flood of emotions but when it came to her, things were just different. I had still not found Agnes and the feeling of failure pressed down on me. I could feel non-physical walls closing in on me every passing minute I knew she was not safe. There were no more leads to chase down in Ghysem of in the Southern Pack. No more angles to pursue and yet, the answers remained as elusive as a wisp of smoke. I was now hoping to find Agnes, mother, maybe she was a person who would be able to give me information about where Agnes was.If her daughter was powerful, she had to have some sort of power within her. I ventured out with a sorrowful heart, yet my will to work was strong due to my determination even if my heart felt hollow. I journeyed to the land of humans and if felt like it had been since forever I had come here.
Last Updated : 2024-09-28The Alpha's Slave Picasso
Cyrus"Where is he by the way?" I asked as I got to the door. I had been in such a haste that you had forgotten to ask where to find his office."The office at the end of the corridor," she said. "If he's not there then you can wait for him here.""Thank you." A thought crossed my mind just then. "Where's your brother?""He's..." She shrugged, trailing off. "I don't know, playing with a group of boys maybe."I smiled sadly at her and shook my head as I walked out of the room. The aura around her was plain loneliness. I knew it was terrible for her not to be able to talk to her twin about certain things because he was not going to understand.With one last sigh, I walked down the corridor hastily till I got to a black wooden door. Without knocking, I opened it.The office was a dimly lit room with dark curtains. A lantern that stood on the table was the only thing providing light for one to see a messy pile of papers and documents everywhere. The smell of old dusty papers and fresh ink
Last Updated : 2024-09-28The Alpha's Slave A Different Painting
"Never mind," I muttered, rolling up the painting. This wasn't something ordinary for the layman to understand. "Why is Gertrude with you?""Gertrude?" Picasso asked, confusion appearing on his face. "What Gertrude?""Gertrude, the little girl that was here. Agnes sister.""As I have said to you before, I do not know Agnes and there's no Gertrude. The only little girl here is my daughter— hold on, did she tell you her name is Gertrude?"I raised my eyebrows at him and said nothing. He continued. "She must have told you her name is Gertrude. She usually tells that to strangers just like the man here the other day.""How interesting," I mumbled. Gertrude had told me that she was the only one who remembered what had happened. Picasso's words only confirmed my suspicions that Agnes's mother was more powerful than anyone knew. Could she have possibly bewitched so many people? "I'm sure it was for safety reasons," I smiled. "What an intelligent young child you have raised.""I suppose," he
Last Updated : 2024-09-28The Alpha's Slave An Attack
AdriannaThe activities of the day had exhausted all my energy. I went to my room but couldn't shake off the eerie feeling that crept over me, especially after that encounter with the strange man, I left the door slightly open and allowed the torches lighting the underground shelter to pierce the room through the door. The beam of light from the fire highlighted the orange shade of the carpet and made the shadow of the furniture extended on the floor clearer. However the sight and feel of this serene environment; it does not protect me.I sat down on a chair, massaging my head as if to wash away a headache that seemed to have settled in me all day. I could feel the drawings that adorned the two arms of the chair cutting into my skin but I knew that everything was just in my head. I sigh, surrounded by the stench of burning incense that filled the room but no amount of it could help calm my frayed nerves.As I closed my eyes to get some rest, the door slammed shut, making the feeling o
Last Updated : 2024-09-28The Alpha's Slave The Double Shadow Poison
Drusus POVIt was that monster, war, which just went and gnawed on the last morsel of Ghysem and the Southern Pack, oozing into all crevices, not leaving any single corner untouched. War—with scalding hot breath that charred everything to ruin, lives left shattered in its wake. I fought up front: my sword cleaving through chaos, my heart burning with ever greater resolve. The weight of my armor crushed upon my shoulders; heavier upon my soul was the weight of leadership.The whole thing blended into one fussy memory of the last days: the screams of the fallen, clashing steel upon steel, the hefty stench of death in the air. I remember vividly when we fought above the underground shelter, where our forces clashed with the Army of the Southern Pack that had settled there.Where its waters ran red from the blood, now churned and raged as a deathly torrent; heavy in iron and decay, playing an eternal macabre symphony inside my head.I remember, as distinctly as if it happened yesterday, h
Last Updated : 2024-09-29The Alpha's Slave Pleasure Over War
Theophilus POVIt was almost as if this warren of tunnels did not know about the pandemonium above. Stone hallways continued on, turning this way and that, with some small corridors ill-lit by an infrequent torch. Every step was muffled, with its echo ringing off cold, wet walls. The air was heavy with damp earth, and there wafted through it an undertone of smoke from far-off impromptu kitchens scattered through the labyrinth beneath the ground. Those shelters were much more than safety; they were our lifeline in this infinite war—a tenuous refuge against the pounding attacks of the Southern Pack.My wife, Moana, followed with practised stealth behind me. Her steps, when they came, were little more than a soft whisper against the worn stone floor. Comforting, yet the utmost utility in possession, was the very thought of it. She would be capable of maintaining the fragile balance of our hidden world, well experienced as she was, now that we moved through the narrow paths. I tried to sp
Last Updated : 2024-09-29The Alpha's Slave Disguise and Deception
Tom's POVIn the evening, illuminated by the light from the night sky, the moonlight was working through the thicket of trees and created an eerie light on the forest floor. My team of shapeshifters and I had been lying low, our ears pricked up for the slightest squeak or crunch of leaves. The night breeze was chill with a hint of the pine woods and the earth. The night could not have been more suitable for an attack.With the creeping sound of footsteps coming closer, we prepared for the ambush. A group of southern soldiers stepped out of the woody area, their whispers hanging in the air about their further actions. Instantly, we jumped at it without the blink of an eye. The sound of the clash of their steel and the shouts of men, surprise and pain interrupted the silence of the night. It was a short fight but intense and the team lost all of its members on the forest ground.This has been the team that their captain Volkov had sent.We acted fast, pulling the bodies to a secluded ar
Last Updated : 2024-09-29The Alpha's Slave A Discussion
Drusus POVThe sound of the swords clashing was ringing in my ears as I moved through the nearing dense thickets of the reinforcement forces. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, I felt it coursing through my body. Clenching the hilt of the sword in my hand I use it to attack soldiers from the Southern pack mercilessly. Most of them were no match for me.The smell of smoke and sweat filled the air, and as I breathed them in I was reminded of the game we were in. To kill or to be killed.Their growls and roars are that of anger towards me and my soldiers, nonetheless, I don't waiver. I advance, being blinded by the rage of the battle.“Forward!” I cried out loud and the soldiers followed in battle charging more into combat. The fire light which came as the result of the burning timber cast strong shadows on the firm faces of my companions whose eyes gleamed with blood thirst and vengeance. We were true warriors and the sparks of the battles we had to go through made us stronger. Nothin
Last Updated : 2024-09-29
Latest chapter
The Alpha's Slave The Arrival
It had been two years since Cyrus and Agnes got married in the enchanted garden. Their love had only grown stronger with each day. The palace was always filled with laughter and joy, all thanks to them. This morning, the sun shone softly, making everything look golden and magical.Agnes, with her big pregnant belly, was relaxing in their bedroom on a comfy chaise lounge. She was gently rubbing her belly, feeling the little kicks and movements from inside. They were both so excited to meet their twins soon.Cyrus walked in and immediately noticed Agnes. Despite her being tired from the pregnancy, she still looked beautiful. He went over to her, knelt down, and kissed her belly tenderly."Good morning, my love," he said softly. "And good morning to our little ones."Agnes smiled, her eyes sparkling with love. "Good morning, Cyrus. They've been really active this morning."Cyrus laughed quietly and put his hand on her belly. "Seems like they're eager to meet us."He gave her belly one la
The Alpha's Slave The Wedding
The day of the wedding dawned with a golden glow, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a warm, ethereal light over the palace grounds. The garden, which had been the site of Cyrus’s heartfelt proposal, had been transformed into an even more magical place. An archway covered in climbing roses marked the entrance, their petals a delicate blend of white and blush pink.Rows of chairs draped in ivory fabric lined the pathway leading to the grand gazebo, which was adorned with cascading flowers and soft, billowing curtains. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of jasmine and lavender, mingling with the sweet fragrance of roses. Lanterns hung from the trees, their light flickering gently in the morning breeze, adding a touch of enchantment to the setting.Inside the palace, Agnes stood before a full-length mirror, her heart fluttering with excitement and nerves. The seamstress had outdone herself with the gown, creating a masterpiece that made Agnes fe
The Alpha's Slave The Proposal
Cyrus has decided he was going to propose to Agnes and this time not as Agatha, but for who she really was; Agnes. Every detail had been meticulously planned. The garden, a secluded and serene spot within the palace grounds, had been transformed into a romantic haven. Lanterns hung from the trees, casting a soft, golden glow, and a pathway of rose petals led to a small gazebo draped in sheer, white curtains. The sound of a gentle stream nearby added to the enchanting atmosphere.Cyrus made his way to the garden, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Theo, walked beside him, offering silent support. They exchanged a brief nod before Theo slipped away, leaving Cyrus to await Agnes's arrival.Cyrus had informed Eunice, Adrianna, and a few other ladies of his decision. So the ladies had deceived Agnes there was going to be a tea in one of the palace gardens. Only for those with high class. Eunice had told Agnes that she was only heading the other slaves in prepari
The Alpha's Slave Labour
Theophilus stood at the edge of the clearing, observing the scene before him. The war had left this part of the kingdom in shambles, but now, with peace restored, the arduous process of rebuilding had begun. The air was thick with the scent of earth and freshly turned soil as workers unearthed the entrances to the underground shelters where the people had sought refuge during the conflict.He walked through the village, greeting the townsfolk who were emerging from their subterranean hideouts. The once desolate and war-torn area was now a hive of activity. Men and women toiled side by side, lifting beams, hammering nails, and repairing the damage. Children, their faces smeared with dirt, played amidst the construction, their laughter a hopeful sign of better days to come.Theophilus paused at the entrance of one of the larger shelters, admiring the ingenuity and resilience of his people. The structure, hidden beneath a thick layer of earth and foliage, had provided safety and refuge d
The Alpha's Slave Justice
Lady Asher's screams echoed through the dimly lit chambers of the southern palace, the sound waves reverberating off the stone walls. Sweat drenched her body, soaking through the linen sheets as she clung to the bedposts, her strength waning with each contraction. The midwives hovered around her, whispering words of encouragement, their hands steady and practiced as they guided her through the agony.The air was thick with the scent of herbs—rosemary and lavender—mingling with the coppery tang of blood, a primal smell that signaled new life. King Ares paced outside the room, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. His footsteps echoed down the corridor as he awaited the arrival of his heir. The southern palace was bathed in moonlight, casting an ethereal glow over the proceedings.The night air vibrated with tension as the kingdom held its breath, awaiting the cry of the newborn prince. And then it came—the final cry, piercing the night. King Ares rushed inside, hi
The Alpha's Slave The First Kill
The days passed in a haze of stolen moments and whispered promises, each encounter between Ashlynn and Ares leaving her breathless and yearning for more. Her heart ached with the weight of her secret, the burden of hiding her true feelings from the world.But on a day before she was to return to Ghysem, she realized something was amiss. Her monthly blood flow had not come, and a subtle queasiness had taken up residence in her stomach. Her heart pounded as she sought out Ares, her feet carrying her to his chambers with a sense of urgency.She found him poring over maps and documents, his brow furrowed in concentration. The scent of parchment and ink filled the air, transporting her to a world of ancient tales and forgotten lore. He looked up as she entered, a smile lighting up his face, illuminating the room."Ashlynn," he said, standing and crossing the room to embrace her. His arms wrapped around her, warm and reassuring, holding her close as if he'd never let her go."What brings yo
The Alpha's Slave A Secret Affair
Lad—Ashlynn,” she said in a shaky voice, her words little more than a breath. She originally had meant to say her title, Lady Asher, but there was something about the warmth Ares was giving her that made her change her mind.Ares' eyes were shown in delight. "A beautiful name for a beautiful young lady!" he exclaimed, awed by her queenly form. Her midnight locks flowed down her back like liquid ebony, highlights of chestnut shimmering in the light. Her emerald eyes were so deep, it felt as though they could look into his very spirit.Their talk had flowed along easily, as water flows along a gently inclined plain. They had said nothing for hours.Not only did Ashlynn possess ravishing beauty, but her intellect, her passion for art, and the gentle strength she exuded intrigued Ares. Her laughter was music to his ears.Ashlynn was intrigued by the layers of Ares’ personality- his intelligence, his underlying kindness beneath his mantel of dominance, and the faint glimmer of vulnerabilit
The Alpha's Slave The Meeting
A sad smile graced Lady Asher's face. She took in a deep breath and then wiped a nonexistent tear as her mind floated back to her younger days.The tension of the war that had separated the North from the South had eased up a bit. It was not forbidden for citizens of Ghysem to venture into the South or vice versa. It was during the winter, and Lady Asher Ashlynn's husband had been sent on an errand by the king.Life was beginning to bore her, and she did not want to feel like a burden to her friend, who was queen. Usually, she would spend her whole day with her best friend, but her friend had duties to attend to, and she often felt like she was in the way.Ashlynn had seen the whole of the North, and her curiosity often made her wonder about the depths of the South. When she was a teenager and the war had happened, she had lived in the North all her life, and her dreams of visiting the South were crushed.She did not have any children, so there was nothing to stop her. It was the perf
The Alpha's Slave Nightmares
Soldiers had been dispersed all over Ghysem and the south which has now become a part of Ghysem. They had sent word to other neighboring packs in the West and East so there was no place for Lady Asher to hide. Each day was spent in anguish and constant nightmares for Cyrus. He kept seeing himself hanging from the ceiling with a black veil on his wrist. Other times, he would see Agnes; her face contorted in pain as she swung from the ceiling, a black veil tied around her wrist and anytime he cut the rope, trying to save her it would be too late.He would end up bringing down a lifeless body.Then he would wake up, covered in sweat and panting heavily like he was fighting a physical war. Tonight was one of those nights Cyrus was drenched in his sweat. His breathing was ragged and then his hands shaky with fear. He felt around the bedside table for a lantern and a match, then struck it to flame the lantern. He sat up properly this time and looked towards where Agnes lay, to be sure she
