Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 15

"What the f**k," Marlon hissed as the vomit made its way down his body.

Deonna stares at him terrified. Remembering their last encounter, Marlon's heat was already rising, and now he had her vomit all over him. He felt disgusted, but then it felt as though his inner wolf was laughing at him.

He knew she was in this closet the moment he walked by his son's room and could smell her scent. He would know her scent from anywhere, especially because she's been working in the rose garden for so long that she had a bit of a rosy smell to her, along with her musk and sweat.

He barged into his son's room and instantly went towards Deonna's scent, which brought him to this closet. As he opened it, he could tell she wasn't expecting him to be standing there. He wasn't sure why she was in his son's closet, but it was clear to him that they weren't sleeping together. He didn't smell Deonna's scent on Bob.

He ignored the angry jealous ping of his wolf howling in his stomach. He had to fight the urge to rip his son's throat out.

He noticed Deonna was holding an astronomy book so his only guess would be that Bob was using her to cheat on his lessons. Which explained how he started getting better grades in Latin.

"Bob..." Marlon said, between gritted teeth.

He could feel Bob tensing from nearby.

"Get me a towel."

Bob didn't hesitate to leave to grab a towel. As he left, Marlon turned to Deonna.

"What... the..." he tried to say before she interrupted.

"I might be pregnant," she blurted out, cutting his words short. Now it was his turn to stare at her with fear in his eyes. "I haven't had my period since my time on the slave farm, and I've been vomiting a lot."

This wasn't happening to him.

This couldn't be happening to him.

Since this little slave came into his life, his world has been turning upside down. She's outspoken, rude, and seems to enjoy provoking him. Yet his inner wolf couldn't get enough of her; he always senses when she's around and gets excited when she's close to him. He hasn't been able to get her out of his head.

It infuriated him.

She was nothing more than a young slave. She was hardly an adult and yet she had such a pull on him.

Someone who was supposed to be repulsing to him, he fantasized about touching on multiple occasions. Not that he would ever tell her that.

At that moment, he didn't know what he was feeling.

He didn't have time to respond because Bob came back moments later with a towel; grabbing the towel from Bob's hands, Marlon turned to him.

"We will talk about this later. For now, I'm taking the slave," he said.

Of course, Bob didn't argue or question Marlon. He nodded as Marlon grabbed Deonna by the arm and pulled her out of the room.

He didn't tell her where they were going, but he was taking her into his bedroom so she can clean up and rest in his bed while he gets the doctor on the phone. If this little slave was truly pregnant, being as young as she is, it could be dangerous for her. As Deonna cleaned herself up and slipped into Marlon's bed, she looked almost awkwardly uncomfortable. Marlon couldn't blame her; he was giving her, a slave, permission to lay in his bed. He would never have been caught dead doing this a month ago. He called Dr. Lovewitt, a private family doctor that has been running his business for over a decade. However, he was out of town on a medical emergency and wouldn't be back in town for a couple more days.

Marlon had to think quickly about what he was going to do with this slave. It's not like he could just release her back with the maids. Or have her be exposed to his sons again. He would simply have to keep her hidden and locked away in his room until the doctor arrives.

Time began racing forward and the slave's condition seemed to be getting worse. At first, she was just nauseous all the time. Now a fever was breaking out and she appeared to be talking to herself.

"Someday..." Deonna breathed in her sleep consciousness. "We are going to see beyond these chains."

(Deonna's Dream)

I was lying on the cold ground of the bunker as the chains around my neck cut off most of my air passage. The chains on my arms and legs made it impossible to move. I was surrounded by other slaves that also were chained from their necks, arms, and legs. Some of them are children much younger than I.

The sun has hardly risen as we were rounded up to eat the rotting animal corpse and dirty water. The last time I was able to truly sleep was when I lived with the commoners. I missed the taste of fresh meat and clean water, but that was just a distant memory at that point.

"Why can't we have real food?" A soft female voice said from nearby me.

I turned to see a curly dark-haired little girl with big brown eyes and tanned skin. She reminded me a lot of me when it came to her appearance. She had a slight Hispanic accent when she spoke. Tears were filling her eyes as the small amount of food was placed in front of her by another slave, who oversaw portion control.

A guard turned their head in her direction, glancing around at each slave; their eyes darkening.

"Who the hell said that?" One of the guards asked.

The slaves were all silent; it was punishable by beating if we spoke out of context and it was even more punishable to complain about anything.

The guards slowly approached each one of us; the scent of rancid musk lingering on their clothing and filling our noses. It was bad enough to make us gag, though we had to stifle it.

As they got to the little girl, I could see her visibly shaking. Tears were falling from her eyes as one of them inched down towards her face.

"Was it you?" He asked, through gritted teeth.

She opened her mouth to say something.

"It was me," I heard myself saying; I sounded more confident than I felt.

They all turned to stare at me.

"I spoke," I told him.

He stood to his feet and came closer to me. Staring me over for what felt like a lifetime, he finally turned to the other guards.

"Take her," he told them.

Grabbing onto my chains they pulled me to my feet; I could feel the tension in my neck increasing to a point where I thought it was going to break. Pulling me out into the hot sunlight I could already see another guard getting his whips ready. The sleek black whip crackled in the sky as he tested the durability.

Pulling me harder I fell to the ground, my face being buried in the dirt that surrounded me. I felt the sharp blow of the heel of a shoe digging into my spine, pinning me to the ground. I was completely helpless and completely vulnerable.

I felt warm tears pouring from my eyes; my lips were quivering in fear and the rest of my body was trembling.

Hearing another crackle of the whip, I knew this time it was going into my skin. Moments later I felt the sharp blow of the whip slicing through the bare of my back. I felt the blood trickling down the sides of my body as the whip came down again, deepening the already deep wound.

I couldn't scream. I couldn't say anything.

The only thing I could do was lay there and take the beating.

Darkness began to enclose my vision as I started losing consciousness. Between the lack of nutrition, the blood loss, and the pain, I knew I was hanging on to the small thread of life I had left.

The whip sliced through me again.

After about the 8th or 9th time, I stopped feeling the pain. Now it felt as though I was just floating. It was an out-of-body experience. I was watching myself laying there with my blood-covered back exposed. The guards showed no remorse on their faces.

What I wouldn't give to be able to turn into my wolf self and just run from this horrid place. But then who would protect the rest of the children? Most slaves my age are too much of cowards to speak up. If I hadn't had spoken up and taken the fall for that young girl, it would be her lying there being whipped and floating above her own body. She's way too young and fragile; she would have never been able to survive something like that.

As long as I was there, it was very rare for young children to be beaten as badly as this. I needed them to know that there is a light ahead of this dark road. It won't always be like this. As long as I am still breathing and still able, we are going to see beyond these chains.