All Chapters of Alpha's Black Furred Slave Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“I have direct orders from the king to release the slaves,” Marlon said, sizing up one of the guards that were at the slave farm.For a moment, the guard wasn’t looking as though he was buying it; he knew these guards well enough to know that they weren’t the brightest. The guards also had no reason to not believe Marlon; Marlon was known to be one of the most racist and fiercest noblemen. No guards would dare go against him, but then again it was weird that he was requesting the slaves be freed.It appears the rumors hadn’t reached the farm about Marlon’s relationship with Deonna and the child they had together.The guards looked amongst each other as Marlon approached them; Kamala stayed in the woods, but she was ready to go in for an attack if needed. She was going to help him get the slaves out of the woods undetected and safely. She knew the woods well, considering she’s been hiding out in them for a long time.She had told Marlon that she was once on the slave farm, but she was

I woke up feeling as though I was punched in the face repeatedly. Blood was dripping from my features and pooling on the cold concrete ground around me. I was no longer chained from my neck, neck, and legs, but my arms were still cuffed.I struggled to sit up and gather my surroundings. I was in a concrete cage-like cell; the area smelled of mildew and feet. It kind of reminded me of the dungeon in the Roessler manor, but more open and less wet.Kamala was staring at me from the corner of the cell; her body was trembling as she sat with her knees pressed against her chest. She had tears running down her features and she had some bruising along her jawline.There were no windows, so I had no idea the time of day and I wasn’t sure how long we were here. But from the looks of Kamala’s fair complexion and thinned body, I could say we were down here for a while.“I thought you were going to die…” she whispered as I adjusted my eyes to the darkened lighting.“Can’t take me out that easily,”

It’s been about two days since we were prisoned in the king’s jail. There was still no word on what was going on out in the kingdom, other than the fact that thousands of slaves and commoners have died in battle. I still felt sick thinking about it.They’ve been feeding us scraps of food and dirty water, as though we were back on the slave farm. I wasn’t sure why they were keeping us alive, but part of me was glad that I wasn’t alone. As terrible as the conditions were, I was glad to have Kamala with me.Once we started adapting to the change of environment, she started becoming more herself again. Well, as “herself” as she could be. She was still frightened and skeptical of everything around her, but she wasn’t coiling in the corner anymore. She was the voice of the region and kept me calm when it mattered the most.We spoke to the queen once when we first arrived, and she was the most intimidating woman I have ever met. Yet, she was also the most beautiful. I was able to stand my gr

It’s been months since Deonna left. Marlon couldn’t handle not being around her, but he knew it was the best decision for them all. Surprisingly enough, the king hasn’t sent anyone to the manor to search for Deonna and Mateo. He figured that the queen must have convinced him otherwise and he was thankful to her for that.Despite all the workers Marlon had, the manor seemed so empty and quiet without Deonna and Mateo. He felt the tugging and pained sensation of his wolf crying out to her nearly every night. He missed holding her and having sex with her and kissing her. He missed the feeling of her body entangled with his. Her dark features were radiantly beautiful; something he used to despise he now couldn’t get enough of.He hasn’t spoken to anyone about Deonna and Mateo since they left. He can see how workers around the manor look at him; they are starting to lack respect for him. Winston eyes Marlon like he was worried that Marlon might fall off the wagon at any moment. Beatrice an

It didn’t take long to get back to the manor; I never thought I would ever step foot back on the Roessler grounds. The guards stared at me like I had 8 heads on my shoulders as we approached the gate. I didn’t think they were going to allow us through.“What business do you have here, slave?” One of the guards asked, sizing me up and his eyes scanning Mateo curiously and suspiciously.“I need to speak with Marlon,” I told them.They looked amongst each other for a long while. Kamala stepped to my side.“He’s going to want to see her; if he finds out you denied her access, it’ll be your heads on the stake,” she warned them.Surprisingly enough, they started to look worried. They looked her over carefully to find any signs of bluffing. When they saw none, they finally nodded and stepped aside.“Thank you,” I told them all as I rushed past them and through the yards of the manor.I saw some glimpses of the maids in the gardens staring at me. They had their mouths hanging open; I’m sure t