A Slave for the Alpha King

-ALIYAH- “Grandma,” I choked out as I stumbled into our room. Everything was thrown off when I abruptly entered, and clothes spilled into a disorganized mess on the floor. “Brayden... he’s a beast. I saw him change from a wolf into a human!” I stared at her, expecting her to be as shocked as I was. But she remained quiet, continuing her task of transferring the clothes from the luggage to the dresser. I tilted my head in confusion, unsure of how to interpret her lack of response. “Did you hear me?” I asked softly, reaching out to touch her arm. “He’s a monster, Grandma. And not just because of how he acted toward me.” Grandma Estelle paused, lowering herself to sit in front of me. Her eyes held an odd calmness. “I know, Aaliyah. The Connor family, including the servants, is not ordinary.” “N-no way...” My mouth parted as I gazed at her. “Are you saying that the entire house is full of... of werewolves? And we’re living among them?” It was a fact that I was curious as to why Grand

-ALIYAH- The large doors of the training hall loomed before us, and I suddenly felt very small in comparison. When Brayden mentioned showing me around, I didn't expect that we were going to end up here. The size of the training hall was overwhelming, with its high ceilings and complicated architecture. As Brayden pushed the doors open, I was met with a wave of warmth and the scent of sweat. The room echoed with grunts and thuds as individuals sparred with one another or practiced their combat skills on dummies. In the center of the room, the floor was padded with mats for wrestling and hand-to-hand combat practice. I looked around, my eyes adjusting to the dim but sharp lighting. And then my focus lingered longer at the swords and knives that were lined up at the wall. And those modern firearms that were neatly displayed in a glass case. The sight of them made me gulp as I realized the intensity of the training taking place in this room. I wonder if those weapons have already tak

-ALIYAH- The icy wind whipped at my face as I ran and stumbled along the muddy path. Tattered clothes covered my body, and my hair was dull and matted. Yet I had to keep going despite my appearance, thirst, and hunger. Even when I closed my eyes, I still could see my grandmother’s dead state, and it was killing me every passing moment. I couldn’t help but recall how she took care of me as I grew up. She was the one who stood as my mother. She was my best friend, and the one who truly understood me. Now, I was struggling to comprehend that she was a werewolf, just like the others! Regardless, my love for her didn’t change. If she had told me about her actual nature in the first place, I would have accepted her with all of my heart. Now, all I could think of was thinking of the possible person that would harm her. As I came to a sudden stop, gasping for breath, my mind was flooded with unanswered questions; Who am I exactly?Who would assassinate my grandmother? Could it be Brayden? A

Chapter 8-ALIYAH- "Let me go!"I woke up screaming, my body shaking and trembling in fear. I looked around, realizing I was in an unfamiliar, beautiful room. There was a bandage on my neck.But my wrists were bound together with what appeared to be handcuffs. I could feel the cold metal biting into my skin as I struggled against it. The chains rattled noisily as I tried to free myself from whatever force was keeping me here.My eyes darted around the room, taking in everything from the elaborately carved wooden bedpost to the ornately decorated walls that encased me. But there was nothing familiar about this place. Nothing that brought me any comfort or familiarity whatsoever.Then it hit me: Brayden had taken me somewhere else and put me under his control.Just then, the door opened. I tried to hide my naked self under the sheets but it was impossible. I was trapped on the bed, waiting for the worst thing that could happen to me. My heart was weeping as I realized that even death c

-ALIYAH- I remained motionless, my body too stunned to move from the shock of what had just happened. I felt my skin tingle and burn from the heat of the water, and I could still hear her laugh ringing in my ears as if it were mocking me. But I finally got enough strength to pull myself out of the tub. I stumbled to the sink and turned on the cold water to cool my burns. When I looked up at myself in the mirror and saw the bright red marks on my skin, I couldn’t help but feel angry. How dare she be so rude to me? I was a person, not something that could be used and abused. Now I couldn’t help but think about Brayden and his pack’s cruel jokes and taunts. This was how helpless I’d always been in this world. No matter how hard I tried to be kind, help others, and prove my worth, I couldn’t get away from the constant reminder that I was always a small person! Not this time, though. I wasn’t going to let this woman treat me so badly and with such disrespect any longer. I used the tow