Freda's POV
I was still unable to believe what I was hearing, did I just get sold?
I fucking got sold off, I thought I was supposed to be at home enjoying the comfort of my house while I caught up on the series that I had abandoned because of my schedule.
Tension filled my body as I watched them open the cage, going deeper into the small cage which looked like a dog cage, the two men noticed my resistance and went to the back of the cage, lifted it up and I tumbled over.
I wanted to run from there but I didn't see anywhere to run to. A different man came and pulled me with my hair which made me muffle. He had a leash in his hand and after pulling my hair for some time, he strapped it on me.
My body stiffened as I felt the tight hold of the strap on my flesh. I was being strapped like some goddamn animal?
“Your owner is waiting for you,” one of them said in his gruff and hoarse voice as he pulls me into a room.
Neither of them tried to enter as they pushed me inside the room without entering at all, however, the door snapped with a lock immediately.
I looked in the dark room, which didn’t seem as black again after all the light my eyes had adjusted to it.
There was a man standing with his back to me in the room and he turned back just as soon as I stared at him. Even though I wasn’t sure, from what those two men had said, surely, he should be the one that paid for me just now right?
When he turned, despite the dim light, he was nothing like I had imagined him to be with his fair skin that seemed to have lit the room up a little bit more.
He stalked towards me, one long leg after the other with a scary look on his oval-shaped face, and stern almond silver eyes that seemed to give off an illusion of it glittering, his jaws tightened as he looked at me making me go back a little.
He stopped, one hand pushing further into his pocket, his muscles tensed, and his other hand clenched tightly into fists as he looked at me with what seemed like anger.
Why was he angry? He did buy me, right?
"Now slave, crawl to me '' His voice was a little hoarse like he hadn’t said a word in a while. But the baritone it carried was impressive and a little intimidating.
I stepped back a little more, this time, my back hit the door, allowing me to know that there was no route for me anymore.
Going with him was not an option because I demanded to know why I was brought here.
Surely, they couldn’t have mistaken me for someone else right?
"What do you all want from me? Let me be." I said with all of the courage in me but the man chuckled while looking at me like I was some sort of comedic relief.
"You better get your act together if you don't want to die." I quietened as my life was threatened and I reminded myself that if I allowed myself to get killed, Daniel was going to find it hard to survive alone.
"Now, crawl to me, slave." The man commanded again as he walked to one end of the room and opened a door.
I had not realized that there was a door there all along.
As I crawled inside the room, the man, with his long strides, was already sitting on a chair with a glass in his hand. We were in a room that looked extremely beautiful, the room was well furnished with great interiors.
Everyone was watching with their eyes wanting to pop out, hot steaming tears rolling down my eyes as I crawled towards his chair that was alone at the end of the room we just entered.
Why doesn't he just let me walk?
"Come here." He drawled, and I finally had the guts to look at him in his eyes, his silver eyes were very beautiful and with the lighting of this room, I realized I had given him lesser credit previously. This man right here had to be the most beautiful human I had ever seen.
I was finally able to peel my eyes off him.
Crawling to him, I kneeled beside him, he looked down at me, and in a few seconds, I felt myself being lifted up and pinned to a wall.
The next second my face was burning badly from the hit I got from his backhand.
"How dare you, you unfortunate, human girl." He cursed out, his grip on my neck tightening and I muffled a cry out.
I had done what he asked right? Why was he so angry?
He pushed me to the ground and his two guards closed in on us. He then signals to them and they take me up from the ground.
"Who gave you the right to mate with me you human?" he hit me again, my face stung but it didn't affect me as much as his words. I am mated to him?
What did that mean?
"I do not know what you're talking about." I wiped the blood from my mouth when I'm done speaking.
The man, my owner, with his very high shoulder and handsome hard face lifts my chin with his index finger and made me look into his eyes
"When I'm talking, you don't get a right to talk." He left my chin and cracked my neck with a slap.
I screamed in pain.
"How dare you get mated to me, you low-life human?"
"What are you? A vampire?" At this point I gave into curiosity and that action gave me another whipping slap from the man as I spoke, he smirked and with a huff, the men holding me strengthened their hold on me.
"Do I look like a disgusting 1000-year-old blood-sucking demon?" he questioned.
He turned swiftly and gave me another slap that bruised my lips more.
"When I ask you a question, answer me."
"Yes sir." I cried out.
"Call me master!" He barked and pushed me with a lot of strength.
"I'll make you pay, so much, you'll pay for ever mating with me. You human."
What was really going on here? First I'm kidnapped and then, I'm strapped in just my underwear. I got auctioned, the highest bidder bought me and he was now my owner, now I was the mate of my owner.
Mate to some creature I don't know.
"Pour me a drink, slave." He said after a while of sitting back in his high chair.
I looked at the bottle of wine in front of me and without wasting a second, I bent over and then turned the wine into the glass for him.
Carefully handing it over to him, I stepped back and watched him drink.
"Kneel!" He ordered.
Freda's POV. How did I get myself into such a mess? I kept asking myself. I should be in my house now, who would come looking for me? I didn't have families that would think of me, no one would think that I wasn't back home early, no one would think that I was in danger and that I'd been sold. But tomorrow when I don't visit, Daniel will be all alone. Lonely with no one to care for him. Tears crept down my face as I kneeled and sneaked sideways looking at the man that was seated so still and regal on that chair. I don't understand what was happening. "Leon!" He called out to one of the guards who was standing in the room. "Alpha!" He responded and I mentally screamed Countless fantasy movies and books swim in my head as I tried to make sense of what I had just heard. Surely it was just some title for their gang member, right? Maybe some wordplay? I tried to convince myself but the thought of what he had said not too long about mating made it even harder to brush it off as a coi
I gulped down nothing. "Master?" I called out. "Don't make you say it again slave, strip and go down on your knees," I took my hand slowly to the button of my dress as I began to undo them, I took the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground exposing the black bra I had on, the gown fell from my waist and then I kneel. "When I say strip, I mean strip." He said with a hint of warning I looked at him and my eyes widened. Surely, he wasn’t asking me to strip until I was completely naked right? "Do not make me say it again, slave. Take it all off." He yelled but I didn't do that, instead, I looked at him and then picked up my dress from the floor. "I won't do it, I don't remember offending you, I don't remember crossing paths with you, so why do you have to keep me hostage here, and why do you have to hurt me," I yelled and his silver eyes looked at me and the next moment he was pinning me to the nearest wall, he pressed on my throat making me unable to breathe. "One mo
Freda"I won't repeat myself again, slave." He taunted me. There wasn't anything I wouldn't give to leave this hell hole. I stared at the pieces of the broken vase on the floor. I remembered Sophia's voice at the back of my head, telling me to do as he had said."Please, I would do anything you want, not this." My eyes were so used to crying that I didn't notice the tears until they rolled down my cheeks. I felt like the main character in one of the stupid fantasies that I was back then. My days are numbered here because I didn't plan on adhering to his outrageous demands. A few minutes ago, he was standing at the entrance of the door but now he strolled to his bed. Sitting down and folding his legs. With the glint on his face, I preferred him to speak than to give me that glare that sparked fear inside of me. "I think I know what would be good for you. I just have to drag Leon down here to teach you another lesson because the last one, apparently, wasn't enough for you." He smir
Alfred I have been staring at this paperwork for the longest time and for some reason, my mind has been wandering to Freda, the slave. Every part of me was fighting what I had left. The moral compass that hadn't stopped turning. All I could think of was how unlucky I was, to be gifted a human. Anytime I held her with all of my strength, I thought of how fragile she was. How easily I could break her. I could. Right? I am the Alpha and I could but every time I snapped, something else took over. Like some divine shield protecting me from my actions. Protecting her from me. The past clouded my thought, I tried to think of the problem. What have I done in the past that might have prompted this hatred from fate? From the moon? I thought of her skin and her faded smile that seemed to linger no matter how sad she could be. The rush of her blood, each time she bled. All of those little moments filled me as one of the guards walked in with that natural sharpness that he was trained with.
Freda There were a lot of things going through my mind as I stared at the knife on the table. A way out. I could put a tiny hole in my hands and bleed to death without him knowing or I could aggressively end his life. I have thought about it several times and it all ends the same way. I didn't think that I would see this as a window, thinking of my life before I met my doom here. I didn't think that I would have a reason to end things because I couldn't bear how this literal Alpha Male was treating me.It was more than what I could handle, so I shut myself out. I became blank, numb, and empty. I stared at his glowing eyes, he was enjoying my torture. The fact that I was slowly peeling my life away from the consciousness of my mind. He smirked as he spoke. "Why darling?""Why are you doing this to me? You can simply just kill me and save yourself the trouble. Since you don't want to let me go.""I told you, I'm not giving you an easy way out through death. If you want to kill yoursel
AlfredWhen I left the mansion, the image of her lingered in my mind for the longest time. Throughout the drive around the neighborhood, I thought of her slender skin on mine underneath the dress she was wearing. There was peace in staying in a dreamlike state, thinking about her all day but there was respect and fear when I cautioned her and made her tremble. I loved how fragile she was because it stroked the flames of my big ego. Then, I hated that she was fragile because of her being human. The thought of it made my skin crawl and her guts drove me crazy. I have watched Freda closely even before I took her under my wing. I knew her life before now, before me. I hated that humans were so oblivious to a lot of things and when they finally come across what they do not understand, they begin to fear the most. Fear steered a lot of things, violence, and misconception were other things. They discriminate on the inside and it made me sick. Those were the reasons why I would rather work
Alfred.I was more than pissed. I was frustrated because I had tried everything in the best possible way but I still could not find her. The last time she pulled this stunt, I caught her right away. I felt there was too much on my hands to begin with and now, I had to deal with some slave who couldn't stay still.I found it disrespectful that she disobeyed my orders. Does she not see that she belonged to me and no matter how hard I tried to place it, I couldn't have her with anyone else? I tried to picture her in the hands of someone else and I cringed most of the time. I was filled with rage as I thought of her wandering around. For a moment, I felt the fear creeping in but I sucked it up immediately. I masked it because it was the bond and I had no business with fear. Nothing is going to happen to her. I repeatedly told myself like a mantra that would take time to sink in. I allowed it to sink in until I believed it. Everyone was in complete jeopardy because it was what I planned.
FredaI knew I was in for a long night when I saw Alfred's eyes. It was dark and cold, fed from any pleasantries. I knew that I would be muddled up but I didn't think that it would be by him. I knew for a fact that I wandered far from the mansion where I was held captive. There was nothing more agonizing than knowing that you were going back to the same place where you were held captive. That sank you in your own fear, where torture was the new agenda. I felt like going back into the same house was like signing your own death contract. I looked at him with dread written over him. I had nothing but resignation, it was a lost cause and I knew better than to fight him on this. He was stronger than me on every level. I was still trying to figure out what kind of creature he was. Maybe I didn't want to accept the fact that he was not anywhere near human. That was the choice I was going with. Alfred's eyes went dark as I thought about what to say, that he might let me off the hook. Immedi