All Chapters of The Alpha's Slave: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Come on!”The two figures stumbled through the woods blindly. Oscar had latched onto Inayah’s wrist, desperately tugging her across absolute darkness. “Faster Inayah!”Inayah’s heart tumbled in her chest, her stomach rolled awash with terror and nerves.After the never ending lights of the village, Inayah underestimated the utter blackness of nighttime in the woods. In her mind the trees would be black trunks against a bluish charcoal sky, the path would become deepest brown and the moonlight would bleach the stones with it.Hasn’t every painting of woods at night been like that?Even if there was a moon tonight, its silvery rays would not penetrate the dense canopy above. They were too far in to turn back, the twilight she had mistaken for night had passed rapidly. It could be no blacker in a coffin, six feet under and piled high with dirt.“Oscar-″ Inayah wheezed as she tripped over a

Wrath.Cold, white fire anger surged through Salem as he regarded Inayah. He struggled to remain cool, flexing his hands intermittently before cracking the stiff knuckles.He was thoroughly livid.Completely pissed.All he saw was red throughout the journey, and that itself swelled his tongue, making it nearly impossible to speak. He felt Inayah shift.“Kade told me that you agreed, ” the girl began, her voice evidently tight with fear, “I didn’t know that he lied, I swear Salem-”Salem turned his attention beyond the window. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. The wolf beneath his skin stirred to life, threatening to rear its vicious head at the thought of Kade consciously deceiving him, taking Inayah out of his mansion without permission - the fucking audacity.Fury rolled over him in salty waves. And just as he nearly succumbed to his own primal urges, the tides waned.Kade would be dealt

Slowly and reluctantly, Inayah uncovered her face. She blinked, closed her eyes, and blinked again. Streaks of shallow light penetrated the window and vaguely blinded her. She sat up, dragging her feet off the bed, and rubbed her knuckles onto her eyes.She stretched her arms above her head and yawned then blinked again, simply watching her legs dangle above the dark brown polyester carpet.A sharp knock on her door is what drew her attention away. For a moment, she thought she had slept in late but soft darkness outside says otherwise.“Girl!” Mathilde hissed beyond the barrier.Inayah scratched at her belly then scalp, quietly opening the door. Cold air instantly seizes her throat then nose.Mathilde stands before her clearly impatient. “He waits for you.”Inayah blinked, “Who?”Something dark flashed across her face but disappeared just as fast, “Master, he said get ready to leave.” A

Inayah sat on the seat before Salem’s study table, staring at the thick bound book before her.Lycan mythology.Salem had given it to her as basic reading material, the start to their first few days of literacy and lectures had gone rather roughly. Not because Salem was a tough teacher, in fact he was rather patient and willing to repeat material for her.But Inayah just loathed reading. She hated writing even more.Evenings had once been her favorite time but after Salem introduced education hour, she constantly glanced at the clock overhead, wishing that time would slow to a lumber. She would rather spend the day polishing silver, scrubbing the floors or stripping off curtains - hell she would rather do all Mathilde’s chores without so much of a whine, than sit down and read.The activity was rather tedious.Salem did not make it easier with his sterness, though for the most part he was either playing his violin or reading a bo

Cold.Inayah felt a gust of cold night air brush across her body, and she in turn shivered uncontrollably. She felt ill, terribly so, eyelids laden with sickness and her body radiating heat like a brick.It was the sound of a door slamming shut that forced mild consciousness into her trembling body with a low, struggling moan, she forced her eyelids open. Inayah was staring at something blank, a wall, she realized, and lay there unmoving.Her head felt as though it had been stuffed with cotton, and a sudden wave of pain washed over her. It was exquisite, and debilitating even for her. It was the worst burning sensation she had ever experienced, even worse than the burn of the poker.Inayah whimpered as her body shuddered violently, beaded sweat surfacing along her forehead and upper lip. Adrenaline had masked the injury for at least a little while, but now it was biting. In that moment, she wished she could pass out again but her body was fightin