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

I stared at the place our fingers intertwined; they just looked the same.Two hands. One big, one small. Looking at them, you would never know that one of them belonged to a wild, hot Pet. The other? It belongs to the Alpha I am serving, our Alpha Cain.They were just hands for all one knew, yes. For a long time we lay beside each other in silence, listening to the rhythm of our hearts. The moans we unleashed earlier kept playing and playing in my ears as if they were a song on the radio being played again and again.The car’s windows are open, allowing us to exhale from our sexual encounter and inhale our scent.As we passed roads lined with the houses of our pack members and some stretches of shops, nothing but goods and bags that I once thought that I could never afford, silence only filled the car.I closed my eyes, too tired to keep them open any longer. Too tired to be contemplating.Even this early in the morning, the streets were packed in The City Above. Out the window crowd

My hiss was my only reply as something rock-hard and strong collided with my jaw. A punch. A punch from a Beta with a silver gauntlet on his hand crafted like a woman’s jewelry.My blood, warm and red, gushed out from my nose. There’s blood now, and I’m surprised-but-not-so-surprised. I was thrown sideways, stunned from the pain. But then another brutal blow to my face awaited.Another Beta struck on the other side of my face and shoulder. Bones crunched—my fucking bones. How many more bones are they going to break? Can’t they see that we—I—have suffered enough from the attack yesterday?!My legs twisted beneath me, and the Beta’s silver gauntlet grated against my cheek as it punched me again. I ricocheted away, but met with the fist of another Beta—a blonde one whose hands were caked with as much dirt and blood as my own. I didn’t glimpse his face.From the shouts behind me, I know my fellow Omegas are being beaten as well. Another punch hit me and it was like being slugged with a b

I squared my shoulders when he noticed I don’t give a shit what he says. “I don’t know about her. I’m not her.” Alpha Cain studied me again as if I’m gonna be his dinner. He circled me, like how sharks circle their food. Like how hawks circle their prey.“Do you know why conquering a pack takes a long time?”“I don’t know. I’m just an Omega. I don’t know anything about politics or Alpha bullshits whatsoever.”He released a breathy laugh. “We would wreck an entire pack of land and turn it into a battlefield in just an hour. Using our Omegas, the unfortunate souls as shields, until our forces were nearly all dead.”My face was drained of color. Pale and lifeless as if I’ve been a living dead. I hissed, “Why are you telling me this?”Alpha Cain just ignored my question. “Sometimes, especially when Alphas have some protection against other Alphas, we cannot touch them. But once they entered into a single combat with a more powerful Alpha, with an Alpha who conquered more packs

The second day of the building-bridge task has slightly become hard. Several Omegas have now been complaining of the heat. We're only given water every three hours. And for the eight hours we’ve worked, I think it’s only twice. Unfortunately, our dinner didn’t include water.And our dinner, even though it’s roasted meat as to what Beta Jansen and his bunch of other shitheads said, it tastes dull and without seasoning. The meat is so cold that I swear my urine is warmer than this. It looks like it has been in their pots for a week and they didn’t even bother to heat it up or turn it into another meal like a stew or something.But my complaining wouldn’t magically turn our dinner into a sizzling roasted lamb or beef. So, being used to the complexity of being an Omega, I shoved it down my stomach as quickly as I could. Besides, the more we linger and frown at our food, the more we’ll lose appetite and end up waking up sick the next day. When I finished eating my portion of roasted meat,

“It’s so peaceful here,” I glanced at him, who was now striding beside me. Somehow, I’m not afraid of this monster—I’m never afraid of this monster. This Alpha.“You talk to me as if we’ve known for a long time.” His brows were raised in a challenging manner.I snorted. “Should I curtsy and give my sincerest apologies, my Lord-Alpha?”His pout turned to a smile. “No. you’re—” he loosened a sigh before looking down at me again. He’s so tall that my neck hurts from constantly having to look up. “You really are one hell of a hellhound for an Omega.”“I take that as a compliment, Alpha,” I cooed like a baby.He roared with laughter as his head whipped to the manor looming to the eastern horizon, barely more than a building of white and alabaster.Alpha Cain suddenly stopped from his long strides. We lingered at the edge of an open field of lanky meadow not far from the river. The vibrant green-and-yellow field was deserted. And from a distance, a solitary tree stood nearby. A hammock on it