All Chapters of Alpha's Black Furred Slave Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was awakened by the clattering and shaking of the transport cart. The chains that bound my wrists were cutting circulation and making marks on my tanned skin. They placed chains around my neck and feet, which weighed down my light weighted body. They kept these chains on us per orders of the King and Queen as safety precautions.The transport cart was filled with other black and grey-furred beauties much like me. What terrifies me more is I could find Kamala. I saw other faces staring around at each other with fear. Despite knowing the names of the nobles, we were going to, I don’t think any of us really knew where we were going. Nobody knew exactly what was in store for us.I was only at the slave farm for a couple of years, but a lot of them have been there for most of their lives. I was there long enough to know that I don’t want the next generation to suffer as we have. Nobody deserved this, regardless of their fur color.My chains were tugged, yanking me out of the cart, along w

Bob and Alex brought me to the slave shack in the gardens just as Marlon had ordered them. I heard the latching of the door as they locked me inside and went to meet with their father. I was relieved that I was alone; Alex found me some rags to throw on from a previous slave.I didn’t dare ask what happened to that slave.When Marlon told his sons to take me to the gardens, I was expecting it to be a lot prettier than it was. The garden itself was gorgeous; it was probably as big as the courtyard. I remembered reading a long time ago that the garden was one of Ashley Roessler’s prized possessions before she passed away three years ago.It was filled with different varieties of flowers and plants. There was a cobblestone walkway that went through the gardens to make access that much easier. In one section were freshly grown fruits and vegetables. The sight of them made my stomach growl, considering I haven’t been fed yet. However, they were being tended by one of the gardeners and I kne

It was an out-of-body experience; or so, that’s how it felt. I wasn’t expecting to have a second run-in with Marlon Roessler, and I certainly wasn’t expecting him to be embracing me as he was.Yet still, I didn’t mind it. Because I too wanted to embrace him. I no longer felt like myself and I no longer felt as though I was in control of my body. Something was taking over, and I could no longer help myself.His strong arms were wrapped around me, and I could smell the strong musk coming from his body. My eyes found his, the light blue droplets of colors that poured into my soul, leaving me breathless and hypnotized by his magnetic pull.I had noticed how incredibly beautiful he was when I first initially met him; his face was unforgettable, despite how terrified I was. But having him standing there with me, as I’m entangled in his arms, he was a whole new level of beauty, and for whatever reason, I no longer felt fear towards him. Only lust. A lust that I couldn’t explain.I read a lot

As soon I reached outside, I was hit with the cool sensation of the autumn air. It soothed my burning throat almost instantly, though I was still parched for water.I could hear the clicking of the sprinkler system not far from where I stood. As I got closer, the mist began to speculate my features. The already cold air got much colder. Soothing away the pain Marlon had caused.I rinsed my fingers through the cold water, relieved that nobody was around to spot me. There wasn’t a sound for miles; only the soft sounds of the trees moving through the wind and the far-off distant birds flying through the late morning sky.I didn’t remember the last time I rinsed with fresh water; back on the slave farm, the water we used to bathe was always used and dirty. By the time I was able to bathe, I would be lucky if it was a light brown vs. a da

Marlon stood at the window in the manor’s study, overlooking the gardens in which Deonna was assigned to work in. He had the maids collect her belongings and move her into the maid’s courters where she would be living. From there she was expected to maintain the rose garden.He should have had her killed by now. But somehow, something was stopping him.He watched as the head maid, Beatrice, forced her to cover her dark hair with a white towel. Marlon noticed that Deonna was outspoken despite the obvious fear that lingers deep within her. Some of the maids found her funny, others found her disgusting. But it was clear that Beatrice despised her and was only tolerating her to oblige Marlon’s orders. Memories of yesterday morning played in Marlon’s mind. For whatever reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Ev