Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 22

There had to be a catch. There was no way Marlon Roessler wanted to keep me alive just because I was pregnant with his child. This child would come out of me dark-furred and a disgrace to the kingdom. They would be abused and neglected, not to mention enslaved and later slaughtered by light-furred wolves.

The thought was sickening. The thought of losing my child in the most erupting and traumatizing way. I've lost a lot of people in my life, and I watched a lot of wolves die in my presence, but none of them were my own children. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose a child. Marlon was one of the biggest racist noblemen I knew; there was no way he would want to keep that child anywhere near his manor.

So, why bother keeping me alive? Why not allow me to die in peace?

To my shock, he's allowing me to reside inside the manor. I'm not sure how he managed to pull that off, but Winston came to collect me from the garden after my duties and brought me to the guest room on the east level of the manor. It was near Marlon's bedroom so he would have easy access to me and check on me when needed.

Marlon mentioned something about a cardiologist coming to take a look at my condition. He seemed as though he was going through some big steps at keeping me alive.

None of this was making any sense to me.

The guest room was beautifully decorated. The wooden paneling around the walls had golden decals that matched the gold drapes on the windows and golden bedsheets on the queen-sized bed. The pillowcases were maroon which matched the maroon comforter and throw pillow on the love seat across the room. The carpet was also maroon with the same golden decals as the walls.

I recognized the decals as the Roessler family symbol; that symbol seemed to appear everywhere inside and outside of the manor. I couldn't help but wonder where the symbol came from and what it meant.

It must have been in the family for a long time for it to be all over the manor. I remembered my first night here, when Bob took me to the grocery room, we walked through a hallway with portraits of former masters and mistresses. The wall of portraits included the beautiful Ashley Roessler. I noticed in each of the portraits, the same symbol was stitched in the fabrics of their clothing.

Ashley had the golden symbol stitched right above her right breast. Some of the mistresses not only had the symbol stitched in their clothing around the same spot Ashley had hers stitched in, but they also wore the symbol as necklaces, resting on their chests above their large cleavages.

Come to think of it, most of the mistresses seemed to have large cleavages, including Ashley.

Staring down at my own chest, mine weren't all that big. They weren't exactly small, but they weren't big either. Not as big as Ashley's. I felt a ping of almost jealousy coursing through my stomach and my wolf stirred uncomfortably as I compared myself to Ashely Roessler.

Why was I comparing myself to her?

Because she had Marlon at one point before, she met her fatal end?

He was a racist, these feelings shouldn't be valid in my thoughts. Yet, my wolf couldn't get them out of her mind, and it was driving me insane.

Shoving that feeling out of my head and rested in the bed that was provided for me. I couldn't help but wonder who the last person was who stayed in this room.

Was it a mistress? An affair? A commoner? Perhaps another slave?

Another ping of jealousy shot through me.

Now I was just being stupid.

I had to stop with these invalid thoughts; it was almost as though my wolf's subconscious was separating itself into its own being and going rogue. But that didn't make sense because my wolf was a part of who I am. It shouldn't be having its own thoughts. I felt disgusted just thinking about Marlon.

As though on cue, Marlon's head popped in the doorway. He didn't knock, which bothered me. What if I was naked?

Not that he hasn't seen me naked before, but still. Then again, this was his home. I was nothing more than a slave, so privacy wasn't something I was deserving of having.

My wolf grew excited at his presence; had to push her deep inside to keep from the excitement.

Seeing him in front of me I remembered the documents I views only a few days ago. It was because of Marlon, and the noblemen like him, that I was taken from my family and placed on a slave farm. It was because of him those commoners were no longer allowed to have slaves. He basically sentenced us to death.

It was disgusting and the thought of being in his presence should be unsettling for me.

"The cardiologist, Sierra, will be here in the morning," he told me. "You should get some rest."

Sierra?

"Why would she want to help me get better?" I asked.

Despite Marlon being a high-ranking nobleman, it still came as strange as to why a cardiologist would bother with a slave in the first place.

He seemed hesitant for a moment as a flash of almost guilt went through his gaze; my eyes widened as my wolf stirred uncomfortably and that jealous feeling came back in almost a rage.

"You slept with her?" I asked, trying to keep the hurt out of my voice.

There should be no reason to feel hurt in the first place; there was nothing to feel hurt about and there was nothing to be jealous of.

Are you trying to convince me? Or yourself?

I heard my wolf from deep within me; I hadn't heard her being so foreword since my commoner days. For a long time, she stayed quiet as she continued to weaken due to being locked away by chains and now a cufflink. The longer wolves go without transformation, the quiet the wolf's voice becomes.

Soon, it typically becomes inaudible. As if it's not actually there. But the longer I resided around the manor, the longer I was in the presence of Marlon, the stronger she seemed to be getting. Now I was hearing her words clear as day and it almost startled me. Before I could respond to my wolf, Marlon interrupted my thoughts.

"What I do is my business and my business alone," he said sharply; I felt the heat rising to my face as I stared at him.

"I don't need you sleeping with people to get them to help me," I told him firmly; I was proud that my words came out stronger than I felt.

"I will do what I have to," Marlon hissed in return.

I deepened my frown.

"Why do you even care?" I asked.

"You are to give birth to my bloodline. Regardless of the fur color, that is my child and I refuse to allow it to die."