All Chapters of The Alpha's Slave Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Rose was relieved that the workday was finally over. It had been an especially tiring day at the factory, with nonstop orders needing to be filled. Her hands were stained with grease and her simple cotton dress was damp with sweat. All Rose could think about was going home, taking a warm bath, and collapsing into bed. As Rose walked down the dimly lit path leading into the village, her eyes were fixed on the ground, mindlessly counting each step to keep her legs moving. She was too exhausted to notice the other villagers hurrying by her on their way home, eager to find respite after a long day of labor. By the time Rose arrived at the small shack she called home, the last rays of sun had dipped below the horizon. She fumbled with her key in the dark, struggling to fit it into the lock. At last the old door creaked open, and Rose stepped inside, feeling along the wall for the kerosene lamp and matches. She struck a match and lit the wick, the small flame casting a warm glow over the

As the night fell over Deep Water Park, the sound of crickets and the distant hum of cars on the highway filled the air. In Alpha Aquinas' compound, the mood was much more intimate. The soft glow of a lamp lit up a spacious bedroom, where two figures lay entwined in a passionate embrace.The man, whose identity remains unknown, had been seeing Celia for some time now. The affair was a secret, known only to the two of them. They had been unable to resist each other since.As they kissed, the sound of their passion filled the room. Celia was clearly enjoying herself, her moans and gasps of pleasure growing louder by the second. Her partner was equally enthusiastic, his deep breaths punctuated by the occasional growl of pleasure.Celia was a skilled lover, and her partner was clearly enjoying her expertise. She rode him with abandon, her expression a mixture of ecstasy and mischief. It was clear that she was enjoying the secrecy of their affair, relishing the thrill of being with a partn

Lebotha crept through the shadowy forest, her cape billowing behind her like a ghostly apparition. The full moon loomed large in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the trees and underbrush. Her heart raced as she thought of Rose, and the power that lay dormant within her. Lebotha knew that if Rose were to awaken to her true potential, she would become a force to be reckoned with. And that was something Lebotha simply could not allow.As she walked, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone - or something - was watching her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and she quickened her pace. But the feeling only grew stronger, until she was practically running through the woods, her heart pounding in her chest.Finally, she burst into a clearing, gasping for breath. In the center of the clearing stood a figure in a long black cloak, their face obscured by the hood. Lebotha froze, unsure whether to run or stay and face this stranger."Who are you?" she demanded, trying to kee

The moon loomed over the horizon, glowing ominously. Lebotha felt a familiar dread stirring inside her. The full moon would awaken the beast within Rose, and her true power would emerge once again. Lebotha couldn't let that happen. She paced around the house, waiting for the cover of nightfall. Damon, her alpha, slept soundly in their bed, unaware of the turmoil churning within her. He too awaited the rise of the full moon, anticipating the thrill of the hunt and the feast that would follow. But he did not understand the danger it posed to Lebotha's plans.As darkness blanketed the village, Lebotha wrapped herself in a black cloak and slipped out into the night. She moved swiftly and silently, a creature of the shadows. There was no time to waste. The full moon would not wait.She made her way to the ramshackle hut where the hedge was wolf witch (Lupa) dwelled. He had helped place the curse upon Rose all those years ago, locking away her powers and memories. But the full moon's light

The Atlantic kingdom was filled with a mix of emotions in the air. In the Silver moon pack, the teens who were yet to experience their first werewolf transformation were tense and anxious. They had heard stories of the excruciating pain from their elders and were dreading the day their wolf genes would activate. Some were excited too, eager to join the ranks of the full-fledged werewolves, but the fear of the unknown overshadowed that curiosity. In contrast, the werewolves of the Crescent moon pack, the strongest pack in the kingdom, were proud and impatient. They were born werewolves and saw their gifts as a privilege. They honed their skills and powers from a young age and were waiting for the next full moon to unleash their inner wolves. The young ones were boastful of their heritage and thought of the weaker Silver moon pack with disdain.At the Blue moon pack, most families went about their daily lives. As one of the older packs, they were more settled in their ways. The pack A