Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 11

The next few weeks have been unexpected. I found a strange comfort from Bob sneaking me into the manor at night; despite his closet being cramped and it was difficult to sleep, I was excited for his lessons each morning. It was the only time that I was able to learn and expand my knowledge.

It felt almost empowering.

His tutor was supposed to be one of the best in the countries, so he was learning from an actual expert. It didn't' surprise me considering how rich the Roessler family was. Of course, they would only hire the best tutor. Which made no sense to me because of how badly Bob was failing.

Bob's tutor was a young Latin woman with blonde shimmering hair that went down her backside and piercing blue eyes. The makeup she wore around her already high cheekbones, made her features appear narrower. She wore a red blouse and tight black pants that hugged her thin figure.

I had to admit that she was beautiful. However, she looked so intimidating. They sat together at Bob's desk on the far side of the room. I could only see them slightly through the cracks of his closet door.

As the tutor left to use the restroom, Bob would sneak over to the closet and slip me the worksheet he was working on along with a pen. I would fill out the worksheet as quickly as I could and hand it back to him before he went back to his desk. For a while, we managed to remain undetected.

That is until one night when Alex decided he needed to grab something out of Bob's room. He obviously didn't tell Bob he was entering his room because Bob would have steered him away. Being afraid that Alex would spot me in his closet.

I was woken by the lighting of Bob's room as the closet door swung open. I could hear the harsh gasp of Alex standing there, staring at me as I opened my eyes. I squinted to try and adjust my eyes to the new lighting. Focusing on Alex's face, I could see the dismantled confusion across his features.

I opened my mouth to say something, but just as I did, Bob came running into the room. He looked mortified as he stared between Alex and me.

Alex looked at him and then back at me as well. I could see the questions forming on his face and then pure anger appeared.

"What the fuck, Bob," Alex hissed to his brother.

"Shhh," Bob said, closing his bedroom door behind him. "Nobody can know about this."

"About what? You fucking the slave?" Alex asked, clenching his fists as Bob came closer.

"I'm not fucking her," Bob protested.

"You seriously want me to believe that?" Alex nearly choked out a laugh.

"He's telling the truth," I heard myself saying as I scrambled to my feet.

"Shut the fuck up," they both said together, taking me back.

"Sir?" An unfamiliar male voice came from the hallway.

I watched as the Roessler boys' faces go ghost white. They stared at each other quickly before shoving me deeper into the closet and closing the door behind me.

"Sir? Is that you awake?" The man said again

I didn't recognize the voice. I peered through the holes in the closet door and a tall older gentleman, probably in his sixties, with white hair and a black suit, wearing a gold-rimmed monocle.

"Winston," Bob greeted him as he entered the room.

I hadn't seen him before, but I could tell he was a worker in the manor by the golden cufflink he had around his wrist. A cufflink that the maids had placed around my wrist when they brought me from the slave shack to the maid's courters. Once they removed my chains, they replaced them with the cufflink. I was told it was to prevent us from transitioning into werewolves and that only Marlon could unlock the cufflink.

Winston stared amongst the boys frowning with what seemed like utmost disapproval. I found it odd that the boys allowed such behavior from someone who works for them.

"I saw that your light was on and was coming in here to tell you that you needed to rest. Tomorrow is a huge day for you. After your lessons, I am to take you into town to address the pack of any issues we need to be aware of around the town. Per orders of your father," Winston told him.

I saw Alex tensing. I could tell that Alex has been the most serious of the two. He gets good grades and seems to be more noble, well-mannered, and easy-tempered. Bob on the other hand still acts like a child who wants to have fun and have his way with women. Plus, he cheats on his exams and doesn't seem as though he cares too much about the kingdom.

It made no sense as to why Marlon wanted Bob to address the town for such a serious matter and not Alex.

Winston glanced in Alex's direction and frowned.

"Why are you in here?" He asked. Before he could answer, Winston spoke again. "Sir Bob needs as much rest as he can get. He mustn't be disturbed at this time," he shooed Alex away.

I almost felt bad for Alex. Whoever this man was, he seemed to be favoring Bob. Then again, if he's only working off Marlon's orders, then maybe it was Marlon who was favoring Bob. But why?

Even from where I was hiding, I could see Alex's face falling slightly and his shoulders slumping. He nodded slowly as he left the room.

"Thank you, Winston," Bob said to the man. "I'll get some rest."

I had never heard him sounding so polite before. It was surreal. It was unrecognizable.

Winston nodded before following Alex out the door.

I felt the breath I was holding escaping my lungs as I stumbled backward. I nearly fell over, but the wall caught me, and it only made a thumping noise. The noise startled Bob who probably, momentarily, forgot I was hiding there.

He swung open the closet door and scanned the area until his eyes fell on me, who was pressed up against the wall trying to maintain my stance. His lips curled up in a snarl and he grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the closet with force. "You need to leave," he hissed.

He was dragging me towards the door. Confused, I felt the need to protest.

"What about your lessons tomorrow?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.

"I'll manage for tomorrow. But Alex caught you, we can't chance anyone else seeing you or him telling anybody. If they search my room and find you, I'm done for. I can kiss sole heir goodbye. I wouldn't put it past him to pull that shit," Bob muttered. "Does it matter?" I asked, trying to pull my arm free from his grip. "Do you even want sole heir? It appears Alex wants it more."

He stopped abruptly, almost knocking me into his hardened back. He turned to face me, and the snarl appeared on his face; his eyes sharpening. "Mind the way you speak to me," he hissed. "Anyone in their right mind would kill to be the sole heir. Why do you think I'm doing all this shit?"

"Who was that man?" I asked, eyeing Bob carefully before I ducked out the doorway.

Bob rolled his eyes.

"The butler. He's a prick and kisses my dad's a*s," Bob muttered. "Now, get out!"

I didn't say another word; he shoved me out his bedroom door and I stumbled into the hallway. Completely unprotected and vulnerable. Winston was no longer in the area; I heard slight murmurs of some maids in the next room, cleaning and making beds. I wasn't going to stick around long enough for them to spot me.

Thankfully, I wasn't far from Marlon's room, which meant I knew how to get back to the gardens from where I was. Once I got to the gardens, I could navigate myself back to the maid's courters, which was a smaller detached house on the other side of the gardens, overlooking the roses.

Pulling open the backdoor and stepping into the gardens, the cold night's air rejuvenated my skin and I felt like I could finally breathe again. The purple hazy aura of my inner wolf felt as though it was awakening and asking for me to find Marlon.

I had to shove that feeling deep into my stomach, silencing my inner wolf.

Stop.

I spoke to my inner wolf softly.

We need to behave.

As much as I enjoyed learning each morning from Bob's tutor, I was excited to be able to sleep in my bed again in my chamber. I haven't been excited to sleep in a bed since my commoner days.

As I walked, I felt a hand grabbing onto my arm, halting me to a stop. I whipped my head around to see Alex staring down at me.

I didn't feel as afraid of him as I once did when I first arrived; so far, he's proved to be the kinder of the Roessler's. After seeing how the butler treated him, I kind of felt sad for him.

"Why were you in my brother's room?" He asked; he kept his voice in a loud whisper.

"He needed my help with his lessons in the morning. He figured because I can speak Latin, I can help him cheat," I told him honestly.

I wasn't sure how much I should say to him, but at that point, I didn't care. I felt like I was already in huge trouble, and I would say anything to get away at that point.

He didn't look like he believed me.

"You're lying. My brother wouldn't be stupid enough to use a black slave to cheat on his exams," Alex spat. "If my father were to find out..."

"Your father wouldn't notice shit," I heard myself spitting at him.

I didn't mean for that to come out of my mouth, but once the words were spoken, there was no turning away from them. Alex looked almost stunned at my small outburst, but then his eyes flashed something I didn't recognize. Humor.

"Just tell me the truth, slave. You fucking Bob?" He asked.

My frown deepened.

"I'm not fucking anybody. The only one in the Roessler family fucking me, is your daddy," I blurted.

My inner wolf stirred again.