All Chapters of Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Anastasia’s POVThe chain around my wrist tightened as the Beta holding the leash pulled us closer and closer to their pack’s grand gate. Our new pack. Our new home of torture. Only the lives of the living high-ranking wolves will change. The Omegas like me? We remain the same. We’re prisoners, at the same time a new addition to the new Alpha’s collection. A pack’s material possession. Nothing more. The sky is not bright either,as if it mirrored our own emotions. Gray clouds hovered above us, looming. It seems to be just waiting for us to enter the Blood Dawn Pack—and then rain over us like some poor ducks drenched in watery mud. We’ve been chained using a single chain that connected us to one another. The Omegas have marched as one line held by a single thick chain pulled by one Beta on the front while our backs, feet, and sometimes the exposed skin between our hand and arms were whipped by some Betas as well. Blood coated the many silv

Everything about Alpha Cain is worse. I don’t know if I should be happier or angrier but the Iron Wood Pack’s Omegas aren’t the ones who prepared breakfast the next day. Rather it was this pack’s own Omegas. We were given our own food in our own prison-rooms and told that we only have five minutes to devour the whole stale bread and cold soup and some cloudy water that I suspect was from the rain yesterday. Maybe the soup was made from that rain too. I finished my bread while I thought of the soup to be the water as I chunk it down my throat from its bowl in one go. As for the cloudy water, I used it on my face instead, washing my face lightly, dampening my hair so I can tightly tie it with a strip of cloth from my torn dress.“Five minutes up, Omega!”I didn’t bother replying so I silently strode from my prison-room, the tray of plates on hand.“Leave it there,” the Omega in the washing sink grumbled.I was dragged from the kitchen even before I

The stone sank deeper and deeper, until my werewolf hearing heard the thud of it against the floor of the river. The river was just shallow, at least this part where I am. Thankfully, for an Omega, I’m not wolfless. My wolf, Ayana, is strong-willed even for an Omega. Strong-willed, not strong in a physical sense. Well at least according to and in comparison to the higher ranks like Betas and Alphas and Warriors. My sister, however, I think her wolflessness is the reason why she was easily killed.I’m no longer on the Alpha’s gardens though I’m still facing it. Across the river, that solitary apple tree beckoned me to hang out with it.‘Poor Anastasia,’ my sister would say. ‘You really don’t have any friends aside from an apple tree?!’I just stared at the apple tree, debating if I should accept its invitation with its rustling leaves and fat red fruits.I haven't had breakfast or lunch yet. Nor do I have one.“So apple it is,” I said. But I looked to the river

“I’ve never said I’ll never see you again,” I imitated the same grin she plastered on her face. “I only said ‘I hope there is still something to see in you the next time we see again’.” “Bitch,” she spat. “I know,” I squared my shoulders and lifted a lazy smile. “At least I’m not a conniving brat.” A slap was on its way on my face but my left hand is faster than a shooting star. “How’s your pussy? I heard Alpha Cain assaulted his way through inside you that everyone thought your own pussy will be your cause of death.” Juliet pulled her hand from my grip. It was the most satisfying scene to witness. And her face is a perfect portrait of a cat who failed to intimidate the rat during supper. “I see you’ve grown some claws now, Anastasia.” She inclined her head to me. “How’s little sister? Is she still tending to her little tiny weensy garden?” My lips curled inward. “You can mock all you want, Juliet. At least it was

After that immensely intense breakfast during which I was unexpectedly invited by Alpha Cain, everybody hardly spoke to me. And by hardly I meant that Beta Audrey’s sharp shriek of scolding is exempted.First day is always a hard day. You’re still adjusting to the constant glares, constant scolding, and constant brush of the sharp edge of the knife that almost send you for medical attention because your fellow kitchen-assigned Omegas are gossiping who has the largest cock other than Alpha Cain while slicing carrots. My ears strained, yearning for some juicy and cock-y news. Yet even though I’m only listening, I’m always the one being pinched in the ear and not my fellow Omegas who are the ones voicing the gossips themselves.“You’ll get used to my fingers too, Omega.” Beta Audrey bared her teeth to me, ready to shift and tear me to pieces here and now.“I’m sorry. I don’t let other fingers in my pussy, Beta Audrey.”And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason why the back of my he