Chapter 1-Nadia

I go about my daily duties of cleaning the Alpha’s office, bedroom, and bathroom. I put away his laundry and collect the pile of dirty clothes that need to be washed. Alpha Maddox is now the official Alpha of his pack as his father passed a few years ago during the war with another pack. 

For eight years I’ve been his slave. The Alpha is surprisingly nice to me. He makes sure I’m fed, clothed, and my room is across the hall from his. Granted, it’s the size of a closet, but it’s better than staying with the other slaves in the basement. 

The basement of the packhouse is set up with cots for the other slaves. The servants get to go back to their homes when they are done their shift. The other servants and slaves hate me. They bully me every chance they get because the Alpha gives me special treatment. They don't think it’s fair. 

They all think the Alpha is attracted to me as I’ve grown into a pretty young woman with a nice body. Even the Alpha’s uncle and mother don’t like me. They think I distract him from his duties. It’s excuses though. I simply do my duties as the Alpha's personal slave and make sure he has what he needs. 

I would be lying if I said that over the years the Alpha and I have developed a level of trust between each other. It’s strange that we trust each other, that we can talk with one another so openly, and that we are almost friends. I say almost because a master can never be friends with his slave, or so I’ve been told. 

At first, my master was a little distant with me as I expected him to be. He never treated me poorly though. Not one has my master slapped me, whipped me, or beat me even when I’v messed up. He simply corrects me and that’s it. I make an effort to never make the mistake again. 

Then one day suddenly, he stopped being so distant. He started being friendly, more talkative with me, asking me more questions about what I liked, my past, and so on. It was strange at first, but now it feels normal. Almost too normal sometimes. 

While my master is kind to me, the rest of the people in the packhouse not so much. The other slaves hate my guts. They hate I’m treated better than they are as if it’s somehow my fault. The servants don’t like me because in their minds as a slave I deserve to be treated like trash, not like I matter. The Alpha’s family, mainly his uncle and mother can’t stand me. They think I distract the Alpha from finding his mate as if I control what he does. I don’t control anything and I think it’s ridiculous that they think I do. 

Still, I endure the rude remarks, the pushing, the hitting, the extra chores, them messing up my work so I have to redo it. They never do anything that can leave too many bruises or marks as the Alpha would punish them for hurting me. I know the Alpha knows how they treat me and he’s offered on many occasions to put a stop to it, but I ask him not to. I fear if he did it would make things worse. 

I can handle it as long as they aren’t leaving bruises or scars. I might just be a rogue slave, but I’ve got tough skin. My parents made sure to raise me with tough skin knowing I would need it as a rogue. The world is not kind to rogues and they made sure I understood my place in the world long before the slavers came and destroyed our camp. 

As I make my way to the laundry room, I run into Dana and Ginger. They are rogue slaves like me, but they work around the packhouse doing various tasks. They are usually in the kitchens helping with meals. I guess they are on linen duty. 

The former Luna, like the table cloths and napkins freshly washed at least once a month. I guess it’s that time of the month which is inconvenient for me because I have to do my master’s laundry and I hate running into these two.

Dana and Ginger are the worst. There are others who a pretty bad, but these two want the Alpha’s attention. They hope he makes them his bed slaves or even breeders. Most rogue slaves end up as breeders at some point for the higher-ranking wolves who need heirs and don’t have mates. 

Dana has blonde hair, which is braided at the moment. Ginger has red hair; it’s cut short. They glare at me. 

“Goddess, you smell.” Dana states with a giggle. 

Of course, I smell. Their newest bulling is to keep me from showering in the shower stalls that the slaves use. There is a large outdoor shower area for the slaves to clean themselves up. For the last week, the other slaves have been keeping me from using the showers. I would sneak out at night and use them when everyone is asleep, but if I get caught, my ass would be in so much trouble.

“The Alpha will never want her if she stinks.” Ginger adds with her own stupid giggle. 

Is that their game? Do they think if they make me smell that the Alpha won’t want me? I don’t know if the Alpha likes me or not. I try not to think about it because it doesn’t matter if he does. I’m just his slave, and that’s all I will be. 

It doesn’t matter that the Alpha is devilishly handsome with a chiseled jaw, ripped abs, tones muscles, and that he totally makes me wet between my legs. No of it matters because I’m his slave. Even if bedded me, I’d never be more than a slave. One day the Alpha will find his mate or take a chosen mate. I know better to think of him as anything more than my master. 

“How could he want a stinky female in his bed?” Dana continues. 

I ignore them as I toss the laundry in the washer and add the soap. I want to get out of here. Hopefully, they don’t mess with the laundry. They’d be stupid to mess with the Alpha’s laundry. He knows if something goes wrong with anything, it’s most likely because someone is setting me up. They don’t know that he is aware of they treat me. They also don’t know I’m the one who keeps them safe from his wrath. 

Honestly, I probably shouldn’t keep them safe from his wrath. I should let the Alpha discipline them as he sees fit. It would be poetic justice for how they treat me, but I can’t be evil like that. My heart is good, and I don’t want to be mean. My mother raised me to be nice, and I will honor her. 

My heart constricts in my chest anytime I think of my parents or others from my rogue camp. I don’t know what happened to them if they are dead or alive. I’ll never know. I will be stuck living wondering what their fate was, just like they live wondering what my fate is. It’s hard not having closure, not knowing what became of them, but I’ve learned to accept it. There is nothing I can do to change what has happened. I can only hope they have decent masters as I do. 

Once I get the laundry going, I turn to leave but Ginger grabs my hair roughly causing me to squeal in pain. “Where do you think you’re going bitch?”

“To finish the rest of my chores,” I reply. 

“They can wait. You finish our laundry too. We will be back in a few hours. It better be done and to the Luna’s standards. Don’t even think about trying to set us up.” Ginger demands. 

I sigh. “Yes, Ginger.” 

“Good bitch.” Ginger replies letting go of my hair as she and Dana leave snickering. Damn, I want to punch them, but what would be the point? I’d be the one punished. The head of the packhouse, Olga, would take their side. Olga is in charge of all the servants and slaves. Technically, she’s not in charge of me as I’m a personal slave, but that hasn't stopped her from punishing me in the past. I learned the only one I can trust is my master, go figure.