All Chapters of Slave By Birth (Werewolf Special): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Location: WastelandDaisy POV."My mummy, why will they select me?" I said bitterly. "I already accepted the fact that we are locked in this worst part of the country with no good water and soil to farm to live a healthy life.""I put the blame on myself," She said. "I should have known better and informed you so as not to get the best result in high school.""It is not as if there is any work somewhere for the Whitewater pack. The only work we are privileged to get in the city is maid, gateman, servant, and other lowly work," she continued."Hope I informed you of the part that you will be traveling today," she finally added."What, mummy? Are you trying to push me to my death?" I asked, my voice shaking with fear.She sighed. "I know, but there is no way I can go against the order of the ruling pack of the country. I have even tried to see if I can switch you, but according to the principal of your school, your picture has already been sent."The sound of a vehicle could be heard ou

The next day, I arrived at the school. As I entered through the gate, the gateman shot me a perplexed look."Pay attention, old man. Someone wants to enter." I declared moving forward.I surveyed the school grounds, which were the largest and most beautiful I had ever seen. The buildings were of various designs and vibrant colors. According to the letter I received, I was supposed to meet someone here today, but I had no idea where to find her.Hesitating, I called out to someone passing by. "Hello! Please, I need to meet Mrs. Spiff in the admissions office.""Where are your manners, slave?" was her reply. "Thank your stars. I'm in a hurry today; otherwise, I would have hosted your funeral." She hurried away before I could respond. It seems everyone already knows about my identity, well what did I expect? Determined, I looked for the designated building, catching sight of it from a distance. It stood proudly, painted in royal blue and pure white, with "Admissions Building" inscribed i

Warzone (Night)Mr. President POV"Whitewater… the traitor brother!" I yelled, snarling."Romeo and Juliet… Hahaha! I can't believe the fore-children of Parker from the Snowpack and Robert from the Firepack will actually be the ones I challenge in a fight," he laughed again as he moved from one point to another. I wouldn't be surprised if he knew our forefathers’ names. I am just 75 years old and have been ruling this land for 50 years. "What's your purpose for showing up after all these years, Roger?" I asked."You must have read history about me to know my name… oh, I even heard that Spencer is still alive," he said, looking at me."I don't like repeating myself. What do you want?" I pressed."Show some manners, kid. Don't your elders teach you not to interrupt when someone older is speaking?" he asked and I scoffed."Simple…" He suddenly said, "What I want is simple… I simply want you to unbrand the Whitewater pack as slaves." His words ignited my anger."That can never happen—not

I halted in my tracks, slowly turning to face him. "Follow me," he ordered, his gaze fixed on me, leaving me no choice but to comply. We soon reached a vibrant wall of flowers, at which point he produced a remote and pressed a button. To my astonishment, the flowers parted, and I could hardly believe my eyes.As I followed him inside, I found myself in a new environment with a black penthouse standing at the top of a building. I was taken aback by its beauty as we approached the building door. Suddenly, his phone rang, and he answered it."I'll be there in a minute," he concluded, swiftly turning to head out. "I’ll meet you at 9 PM tonight, location: Fountain Bridge," he declared before we went our separate ways. I walked out with him, my mind still processing what had just happened. With a sense of unease, I decided to skip my remaining lectures and head home, hoping to avoid any further troubles.Just then, a Camry XLE pulled up in front of me. Should I run? Should I wait? My mind r

"Can Liam protect me from Drake?" I asked, my voice filled with uncertainty."He can't," she replied flatly."I thought as much," I answered, a sense of resignation creeping in."Then why are you beating yourself up? If someone from one of the most powerful families can't protect me..." I trailed off."Well, there's a difference," she interjected."What do you mean by that?" I inquired, confused."First of all, the president ordered him to assign the punishment to you. If it was Liam who was with you on the bridge, he wouldn’t have demanded he kneel unless it was entirely warranted. But a fight might have broken out," she explained."Let's just get out of here," I declared, wanting to change the subject. "This place is dangerous.""Okay," she replied, and we climbed into the vehicle headed for my house."I’m really sorry for the humiliation you faced because of me on your birthday," I said, guilt washing over me."It’s okay. What are friends for?" she replied warmly."Thanks," I said,