Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 100

Marlon was worried there was going to be another fight, and truth be told, I worried too. He calls it a revolution; the fight that will end it all. If we win, this could mean the end of slavery. If we lose, we will all most likely.

I wondered if he was right about a fight breaking loose; Petra doesn't' seem to know anything about it but it seems Alex keeps things from even her. Marlon seems to think that Alex was raising an army of his own and we already knew the king's army was going to be there.

I pressed my hand against my stomach, and I could feel the baby kicking. I worried for the fate of our unborn child, and I worried for the fate of Mateo. I missed him so much and couldn't wait to hold him in my arms again. It pained me to think that I may never get that chance.

Kamala and I had made a promise during our time on the slave farm that we would see beyond those chains and put an end to slavery. Neither of us could believe that this could be the moment it all happened.

I would be lying if I didn't say I was terrified.

But I couldn't show that kind of weakness; I had to remain strong for my friends and family; for my children. I had to stand up and fight for our freedom, just as the slaves that died had fought for their freedom in the last war that took place in the kingdom. It was our turn.

The trial was only a couple of hours away; at sundown. It was going to be a full moon so most wolves would be at full strength and even more powerful. That would be the perfect time for a fight to break loose.

Thankfully, most of the servants and help around the manor had returned. Beatrice gathered the rest of the maids, and they were working with Marlon and Bob to clean up the manor. I was helping for a little while, but my stomach began growing upset with the baby going into turmoil; probably due to all the stress.

I had to rest for a little while before I continued to help them.

I couldn't stop thinking about what Marlon had told me about the diary entries he had read. He didn't bring the diary with him back to Mooncrest, but he said once everything was over, he'll take me back so I can discover the truth about my identity for myself. I was a duchess.

That was hard for me to believe considering I grew up as a slave my entire life. I never thought I could be anything more than that.

My parents had never once mentioned anything about me being a duchess. But Marlon was right; maybe it was something they didn't know. The guards didn't have any of this on record when they took me from the village in the first place, and they didn't have that on record when they placed me in the Roessler manor.

I have only exchanged a couple of words with Frederick, and he's never let me on to believe that there was a reason behind his hatred for me other than the fact that I was a dark-furred wolf. I thought he just wanted Marlon's estate; even though that may be true, apparently there was so much more behind it.

He wanted me gone because he found me to be a threat; he thought once I discovered who I truly was, I would come after him and everything that he has. But I didn't want any of it; I just wanted to break free from the chains that were bound to me my entire life. Even when I lived in the village with my family, there were still metaphorical chains that kept me down. I was never truly accepted, and I was never truly looked at as more than a dark-furred wolf.

It wasn't fair what happened to me. I shouldn't have been thrown into an orphanage without any care in the world. I shouldn't have been taken from the only family that's ever loved me and put on a slave farm.

I couldn't help but think this was all because of the duke. Was he the one that passed this treaty along to the king? I knew they worked closely together, and the king valued the duke, but would he have gone so far as to protect his precious castle to pass the treaty and get me taken out of my home.

Was he the reason I was subjected to the life of slavery because he was afraid that I would grow and come after him?

According to Marlon, Frederick has been watching me for some time now. I felt violated and disgusted upon learning such things. But was it possible that he was the reason for the misfortunes of my life?

I felt tears building up in my eyes as I thought about it; my eyes were already swollen from the number of times I'd cried lately. I felt weak and defeated, even though it was Frederick that had died. There was nothing more standing in my way of what was rightfully mine to start with besides Alex.

He was the one we needed to defeat and once we did, I would be able to take over as the true duchess and break the rest of the slaves free.

But at the same time, the thought of being a duchess was terrifying to me.

Before I could think more about it, Marlon walked into the bedroom. He looked exhausted; rightfully so considering he was helping his servants clean the mess of his manor. He gave me a faint smile, but it didn't reach his eyes; I could tell he was worried about something.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from quivering, revealing how apart I truly was.

He sighed.

"The king isn't going to stop at anything until you and Kamala are dead..." Marlon breathed. I already knew this, and I was prepared to fight for my life, pregnant or not. "If anything goes down tonight, I need you to run." My eyes widened.

"Run?" She asked, staring at him with dismay. "You can't be serious."

"Deonna, I need you to be safe. You need to get out of here and you need to find Mateo. Please. That's the only thing I need from you."

"I can't just leave you, Marlon," I protested.

He stared down at the ground, unable to meet my eyes. He's been thinking about this for a while.

"I need you to do this for me," he said in a whisper. "I can't have anything happen to you."

"I want to fight alongside you," I whispered back, tears filling my eyes.

He met my eyes and after a long silence, he pressed his lips against mine. His kiss sent my heart into turmoil; my wolf stirred wildly within me. He pulled apart too soon and it left me breathless.

"Please," he whispered against me.

Tears fell down my cheeks as I nodded.

"Okay," I agreed. "I'll run. But you need to promise me something too, Marlon," I told him gently.

He gazed at me.

"What's that?" He asked.

"You'll come to find me."

He gave me a small smile and kissed the top of my head.

"I will always come to find you."