Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 19

There had to be about 200 different wolves at the dinner party. It was held in the ballroom of the Roessler manor. Anybody important would be at this dinner party; it was something Marlon hosted every few months.

Back when his luna, Ashley, was alive, she used to live for these parties.

The ballroom was set up with multiple round tables with white tablecloths and small round lanterns in the center. The walls of the ballroom were made of rustic deep-meadow wood with golden extracts placed between each plank of wood. He kept paintings on one side of the wall to act as an art exhibit: displaying only the most expensive and most known, yet rare, paintings in the country.

On the far side of the ballroom was a large stage with a classical orchestra playing a soothing tune for the guests. A maroon carpet, with the family's golden symbol stitched within it, went from the ballroom entrance to the dining tables.

The ballroom began filling out with the expected guests; each one finding their places to sit. Soft murmurs of the guests erupted throughout the room as they talked amongst themselves, sticking to their specific parties. Marlon could smell the pig roast and steamed black bear feasts as the kitchen maids brought out the meals. They rolled the food in from white carts; some maids rolled out beverages on their carts, and the others rolled out the food.

Marlon of course sat at the head of the ballroom, facing his guests, and enjoying watching them feast on the freshly prepared meals. His sons, Bob, and Alex sat on each side of them. Each Roessler gentlemen wore dark-colored suits with their symbol stitched on the top right part of their chests. They wore matching golden ties, which brought out the fairness of their skin.

Aside from the Roessler boys, seated at the head table was also the Skymore family. Earl Skymore was a nobleman that became close to Marlon over the years. Seated beside him was his gorgeous wife Ava Skymore and seated beside her was their 13-year-old daughter Cassandra Skymore. On the other side of Earl was his oldest son, 18-year-old, Evan Skymore, and seated beside him was the youngest son, 9-year-old, John Skymore.

There was also a place for the King and Queen at the table, but the likelihood of them showing up was very slim. Marlon never took it to heart though; he understood how busy they can get.

As the feast went on, Marlon made it a point to walk around to each table and speak with some of the guests. "Mingling" as he would call it, to show his appreciation for them for attending his party. He encouraged the boys to do the same if they wanted to be the sole heir one day.

"So, I told him that I'm not going to do a barbaric procedure on the brain when I'm not a brain surgeon. Need something done with the heart, come talk to me. Other than that, no thank you," a woman's voice caught Marlon's ear as he walked past a table. The table shared a round of laughs.

The blonde, curly-haired woman that was speaking chuckled as she told the table her story. Marlon doesn't recall ever seeing her before, but she had a name place and was speaking to the others as though she knew them well.

"Excuse me," Marlon said, joining in the conversation. "What is it you do for work?"

The woman looked almost timid as she sat in the presence of Marlon. He was used to women recoiling at his presence.

"I'm a cardiologist," she answered, shyly. "I specialize in the heart."

"Really?" Marlon said in deep thought as he took a gander at the woman sitting before him.

He could use this woman's help for Deonna and her heart condition; he knew if he asked her, she would be more than happy to oblige.

"What is your name?" He asked.

"Sierra Conway," she answered, standing to her feet nervously so she can shake his hand.

He shook it delicately and brought her hand up to his lips, kissing the back of her hand. She chuckled as a slight pink color brightened her fair features.

"May I have a word, Dr. Conway?" He asked her.

She was hesitant for a moment, staring at the wide-eyed guests at her table.

"I promise I will have you back promptly," he told her, giving her his award-winning, heart-stopping, smile.

She nodded him and followed him to the far side of the ballroom towards the entrance and they slipped into the quiet oasis of the hallway. Taking her hand delicately in his, he walked her over to the corner where it was more secluded, and nobody would bother them as he spoke to her.

She looked nervous as she pressed her back against the wall, and he stood close in front of her.

"I need your expertise," he told her.

She peered up at him through her long lashes; she had sapphire blue eyes with little green speckles twirling around her pupils. Even Marlon had to admit, he was a bit mesmerized by them. She brushed her curly locks of hair behind her ear with her fingertips as her face reddened.

"What can I do for you?" She asked, almost seductively.

"You're a cardiologist," Marlon began. "And I have somebody who has a heart condition. She was given an estimated 6 months to live."

She frowned.

"Oh," she said, sounding disappointed. "May I ask who this woman is that is dying?"

"She's a maid," he answered, she perked back up. "A dirtball maid."

She frowned again.

"She's dark-furred?" She asked in a loud whisper.

"You can see why I didn't speak of this in there," Marlon told her, motioning for the ballroom.

She stared at him with utter shock across her face.

"You want my help to save a slave?" She asked.

"A maid," Marlon corrected. "The Roessler's don't keep slaves. At least not for long."

She was hesitant as she stared up at him; he was sure she had a million thoughts racing through her mind and a million questions. He wasn't willing to answer any of them.

"Why would I help you keep a slave alive? They are bottom of the barrel disgusting," she said, the look of disgust was clear on her face.

Moving closer to her he placed a firm hand on the wall behind her and positioned his face, so he was only inches from her. Her breath got caught in her throat as she gazed into his eyes. All traces of thoughts left her, just as he had hoped it would.

"What can I do to convince you...?" He asked in a low seductive tone.

"Uh..." was all she managed to get out.