All Chapters of The Alpha's Slave Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Old Physician’s POV:The old abandoned garden was a hidden oasis of natural wonder. Nestled deep in the forest, protected by towering oak trees, it felt lost in time. The wooden gate creaked open to reveal a winding stone pathway, with flowers and plants tumbling over in an unruly yet beautiful mess.Autumn had descended upon the garden, the summer blooms fading into a riot of orange, red and gold. The cloudy sky was reflected in puddles on the ground from the recent rain. A crisp chill hung in the air, signaling the coming winter.To the left of the path grew a tangle of lavender bushes, their fragrant purple flowers still clinging to the stems. Further down, rose bushes with velvet red petals formed a canopy over the path, droplets of water clinging to their leaves. A lone petal fell, carried by the breeze onto the mossy ground.The path opened to a clearing filled with wildflowers - azure cornflowers, scarlet poppies, sunshine yellow dandelions. Bees and birds glided between the sw

A hooded figure stood in the doorway, their face hidden in the shadows of their cloak. They did not speak or make a move to enter. We stood there for what felt like an eternity, staring at each other in silence. Finally, I found my voice. "Who are you?" I demanded. "What do you want with Rose?" The figure straightened, and then spoke in a raspy voice. "I am the one she needs. Step aside." Could this be the old physician Rose had been waiting for? Without another word, the figure swept into the room and approached Rose's bedside. I followed cautiously.The hooded figure examined Rose for a few moments. Then they reached into their cloak and produced a small bottle, which they uncorked. A strange herbal smell filled the air as three drops of liquid fell onto Rose's tongue.Rose stirred, then opened her eyes. She saw me and smiled. "You're still here," she said with relief. The figure nodded once, then turned and left the room without a word. "What happened?" she asked. "I feel h

Brenda couldn't believe how amazing the evening had been with Alex. She had never felt so satisfied and content after being intimate with someone. As she laid next to him, her body still tingling from his touch, she couldn't stop giggling with glee. She felt like a schoolgirl who had found her first crush. Alex seemed to have enjoyed their time together as well but appeared ready now for some space and sleep. However, Brenda couldn't bear to not be close to him. She moved in closer, wrapping her arms around him under the plush duvet and nestling her face into his neck, breathing in his scent. He was warm and solid, and she felt so safe in his arms.As minutes passed though, Alex started to shift a bit in her embrace. He moved onto his back and gently tried to loosen her grip around him. Brenda couldn't understand why he needed space - she wanted nothing more than to stay entangled with him throughout the night. But she could sense his subtle movements were indicating he wanted less

Mary had been working as a maid in Brenda's household for several days now, and she had grown accustomed to the various quirks and idiosyncrasies of the family. But there was one thing that she couldn't shake off - the way that Brenda's father looked at the maidservants.She knew that Brenda's father had a reputation for being a bit of a ladies' man, but she had always assumed that he was harmless. Now, she wasn't so sure. The way that he had looked at Celia had made her feel objectified and vulnerable, and she couldn't help but wonder if he had behaved inappropriately with other maids in the past.Mary knew that she needed to talk to someone about her concerns, but she wasn't sure who to turn to. She didn't want to cause any trouble or make false accusations, but she also couldn't ignore her instincts.As she continued with her work, Mary couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach. She knew that she needed to find a way to address the situatio

Rose’s POV:As a slave, I am expected to live a life devoid of joy and happiness. But I refuse to let my circumstances define me. I may be owned by Alpha King, but my spirit cannot be enslaved.Every morning, I wake up with a sense of purpose. I may not have the freedom to choose my own path in life, but I can choose how I approach each day. I choose to approach it with optimism and a determination to make the most of what I have.I find joy in the little things. The warmth of the sun on my skin, the sound of a bird singing in the distance, the taste of a ripe piece of fruit. These may seem like insignificant pleasures, but to me, they are a reminder that there is still beauty in the world.I also find solace in my relationships with others. Even though we are all slaves, I think they have formed a community of support and love. I see them share their stories, their hopes, and their dreams. They lift each other up when they are feeling down and celebrate each other's successes.Living