Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 13

He had to pull himself back together; he couldn't allow her to see his weakness. He straightened his shoulders and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Why are you out of the garden in the first place, slave?" He asked, keeping his voice steady.

She frowned; she almost appeared shocked at his sudden outburst.

"I had to use the restroom," she told him.

She kept her voice low as to not alert the maids, which Marlon appreciated.

"I heard how you spoke to your butler, and I hear how you speak to your own flesh and blood. If you can't show them respect, how do you expect them to show you any respect in return?" She asked.

Her forwardness was startling to him; he's never had a slave speak to him in such an ill manner before.

"Pardon?" He asked, his voice wavering slightly.

"They will never show you respect if you don't show them respect. Same with anybody really," she repeated calmly.

"I don't need them to respect me... I need to do what as I order," Marlon told her, deepening his tone.

She swallowed almost nervously as she took a step back from him. Part of him hated that he was putting fear into her, but at the same time, the fear was good. It meant she would keep her distance from him, and his inner wolf would finally shut up. Though, it appeared that the longer and farther he kept his distance, the more his inner wolf seemed to crave her.

"Maybe if they respected you, they wouldn't drug you. Then you wouldn't be having sex with slaves," she shot back at him.

Keeping her eyes locked on his.

She was growing brave towards him and for whatever reason, that was exciting his wolf. He pushed the feeling away. He refused to allow his wolf to feel any time of way for this young dirtball slave.

As he pushed his inner wolf always, Marlon felt himself growing angrier. Part of him wanted to punish her to assert dominance, but there was this strong resistance preventing him from doing so. Typically, He would never allow anyone to speak to him in such ways. Why was he letting a dirtball speak to him like this?

"Watch how you speak to me, dirtball," he grumbled between gritted teeth.

His inner wolf was pulling him back; a slight purple haze began radiating around her once again and her face went from bravery to almost an unease.

She looked uncomfortable for a moment and then the bravery came back into her eyes as she met his eyes once again.

"You act as though you hate me, but yet I'm still alive," she said to him.

To his surprise, she stepped closer to him. Her purple haze grew more intense as it circulated around him. He felt his scarlet silver haze radiating from his body as his wolf gained more excitement the closer, she got.

He needed to get out of there before he had his way with her right then and there.

"Why do you look like you're afraid of me?" She breathed.

She had a curiosity in her eyes that wasn't there before.

Shaking himself from her gaze he broke the eye contact.

"Get back to work, slave," he hissed, turning his back towards her. "Don't make me say it again."

He didn't move, but he also didn't turn back to her. After a moment of hesitation, he felt her distancing herself from him.

"Yes master," she said, almost sounding disappointed as she left through the doorway.

He let himself breathe out as if he was holding his breath the entire time. (Deonna)

As the workday neared an end, the sun began setting off in the distance. I couldn't remember the last time I was able to turn into a wolf. Allowing my dark fur to break free and run wild through the woods. Hunting until my heart's content; biting into the toughest, yet most delicious, flesh. My mouth was watering just thinking about it.

I knew my inner wolf missed being set free and I didn't blame her. I missed allowing her free. Then again, if she were to come free, she would probably go straight to Marlon. She's been acting strange lately and it's usually every time he was around. Ever since Marlon came into my life, she's been uneasy and anxious. She grows excited at his presence and lustful with his closeness. She turns me from being a timid slave to being a brave woman daring him to embrace us.

If it weren't for the cufflink, I would be able to set her free. But the only person who can detach the cufflinks was the one guy who needed my wolf to stay hidden. If she came loose, there was no telling what would happen.

Walking back to my chamber, I began feeling nauseous again. It typically only came whenever I was in high-stress situations. So, I wasn't sure what its excuse was now. I stopped walking and pressed my palms into my stomach to try and relieve the pressure. Rubbing my stomach firmly, nausea began to reside some.

But then it hit me all at once and I couldn't keep it down anymore.

I vomited all over the ground and a little on my dress.

This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.

There was no reason behind me being sick right now. The doctor pumped me with so many vitamins and vaccines that it should have kept any bug away for at least the next few months. I've been staying hydrated, I've been eating. I've been sleeping a lot better than I have the last few years. The work here wasn't too bad; it allowed me to enjoy the fresh outdoors and get some exercise.

For whatever reason, the manor has been doing a decent job at keeping me healthy. So, there should be no reason to get sick.

So why was I getting sick?

When was the last time I had my period?

I never received it while I've been residing at the Roessler manor. My last period was on the slave farm. I remember because I was beaten for bleeding all over the bunker. None of this was making any sense.

Unless...

No. It wasn't possible. I had Plan B. I also took a full birth control pill. It couldn't be possible.

The thought was almost laughable.

I threw up again.

"No..." I breathed into my own vomit encrusted face.

Panic rose inside of me, and I could feel my breath quickening. There wasn't enough air in the world to breathe. I felt like I was gasping for a breath that wasn't there. It couldn't be...

I can't be...

Pregnant?