Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 26

As the weeks went on, it seemed as though my relationship with Marlon has only grown more intense. He came into my room not long ago and we had s*x again. At first, I was only doing it so he would allow me to attend school, but now it's almost as though I want to perform acts of s****l intercourse with him. The way he makes my body feel when I'm entangled with him. It's like he cares more about my pleasures than he does his own.

Which made no sense because I was only doing this so I can gain access to education. Every time he was near my wolf would grow more excited. I could feel her stirring with desire when he touched me, and her aura illuminated through my skin and made it obvious just how badly I wanted him. Despite me trying to keep it tame.

He wasn't the kind of guy I should be getting myself involved with; he was the kind of guy that would sign away my rights any chance he got and get me taken away from the only family I ever knew. Getting me placed on a slave farm and then eventually placed in his home as a s****l being.

From my understanding, Marlon was one of the most racist noblemen there were, so it didn't make sense as to why he had such desires for me. What did I do for him that caused him to want me as badly as he did?

As I thought about being taken away from my home, I thought a lot about my parents. They were the only parents I've known; I don't remember much about my biological parents. I'm not even sure if I ever met them. My adoptive parents never told me much about them.

At the time, dark-furred wolves were allowed to reside with commoners; to society, it was like commoners were allowed to hold slaves for themselves. But the commoners didn't use slaves as the higher hierarchy did. They didn't abuse and mistreat dark-furred slaves in such a way that we would be called slaves. They allowed for slaves to reside in their residency; treated them like family and as members of their society.

When I was only 3 years old, I was adopted by a commoner family. Walter and Mabel Jones. From the moment they adopted me they showed me what love was. They were my protectors and never made me feel any different. They allowed me a chance at education; I was able to make some friends at the school. Some of which were also dark-furred wolves, some were lighter-furred but were still at the commoner level.

My mother had taught me at a young age that not all dark-furred wolves had the privilege of being able to reside in the commoners. A lot of them had to work as slaves for the higher hierarchy. The higher hierarchies were the noblemen families and the royal families. Most of them used slaves as s****l slaves; satisfying their sick desires and then throwing them away once they were completely used out. Some of them used slaves for gutter work that weren't assigned to the commoners who worked for them. Slaves were nothing more than tools for them to use to make their lives easier and more fulfilled. They weren't meant to be actual people or wolves; therefore, they weren't treated as such. Eventually, the king and queen decide that no dark-furred wolf should reside alongside the commoners. It was what my parents had been fearing since the moment they adopted me.

They were worried that the king and queen would change their minds in allowing them to adopt a dark-furred wolf and they were correct. As soon as the new treaty was put into motion, the king and queen sent an army to sweep through the commoner towns and collect all that could be considered a slave. The commoners themselves were spared, but the ones that had fur that was slightly too dark were taken.

My parents tried their best at hiding me. As soon as they caught wind that an army was approaching to collect dark-furred wolves, my mother rushed me into her bedroom and made me hide under the bed.

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice trembling as I could feel her fear leaking through her body. Tears were streaming down my face as she shoved me under the bed to keep me hidden.

"Make no sound," she whispered to me. "It'll all be okay soon."

But it wasn't okay. They should have known that the army would find me practically instantly. They used their wolf senses to sniff me out. I felt sharp hands around my legs, and I was being pulled out from under my bed.

I could still hear my mother screaming for them to let me go, but they just ignored her. As they pulled me out from under the bed, I felt the tightness of the chains closing around my legs. Then eventually the chains were closed around my arms and neck. I felt weak and powerless against them. I was never strong, to begin with, but at that moment, I no longer felt my wolf. She was being locked down and silenced.

I felt tears springing from my eyes as I watched my mother screaming and fighting the guards. My father was trying to hold her back, but he too looked ill as though his entire world was crashing down around them. I never even got the chance to tell them that I loved them.

They pulled me out of the house and onto the busy streets; commoners stood outside as the army continued collecting dark-furred wolves. There weren't that many in our town, so it didn't take them long. But I remember seeing the small number of dark-furred wolves being assembled outside. They too had chains around their necks and limbs; they looked just as terrified as I felt, and their families looked just ill as my parents did.

There was a transport cart waiting just outside the gates of our town; it was being pulled by a couple of huge white horses. The cart itself was small and hot; it was difficult to breathe, even though there weren't that many of us.

They shackled us into our places and took us away. We left the town, never to look back. I had no idea where we are going; my mother had told me about the slave farm in an old story year prior. But not enough for me to know everything it was about; I didn't think I had to worry about something like this happening, so I never paid much attention to her stories.

It took us hours before we reached the slave farm; we only stopped a couple of times for the horses, but they didn't come into the back to check on us. It came clear that they didn't care about us. As we reached the slave farm we were examined by some medics; we were told to strip completely naked around one another and they examined us out in the open.

They warned us if we spoke or complained, we would get beaten. We did as we were told and once the examination was complete, we had to watch as they watched all our clothing in one fire. That was the last time we were able to wear normal clothing; they gave us rags and told us that the rags were our new attire.

Soon, they explained to us the purpose of the slave farm. It was because we were underaged and too young to be considered "proper slaves". We weren't old enough for sexual favors for the higher hierarchy and we weren't strong enough or even remotely built for gutter work. So, this is where we were to reside to "learn the ropes."

We would work on the farm as slaves and provide sexual favors to the guards per their request. All that was just to train us for when the time came, and we were assigned to the home of a nobleman or a royal. That is if we didn't die first.

Once they explained to us our duties, responsibilities, and the purpose of the slave farm, we were assigned to bunkers. Inside the bunkers were metal cages we were meant to sleep in. They shackled us to these cages and didn't allow us any freedom to move or speak. We were prisoners.

I thought of my family a lot. Wondering how my parents were and if they were still alive. I wondered if they still thought of me and if they missed me. I wondered if they even tried to get me back. Not that they could if they tried; the king and queen didn't take breaching their treaty lightly.

The few years of me on the farm and the farm reached full compacity. Yet there were young and new slaves that needed to reside on the farm as well. So, they took the older of the wolves and made them into proper slaves, which included me. I was lucky enough to reside in the Roessler manor.

At first, I wasn't so sure. It was a rough start, but as time went on, I realized I would much rather be here than back at the farm. The food was better, the duties weren't too bad, and the bedding was more comfortable.

I just wish Marlon wasn't the one who signed away my rights, to begin with, and got me taken away from my family. It's been years since I saw my family and I couldn't help but miss them.

I wondered if they were still alive.

Marlon had just left my room not too long ago; almost nightly he comes into my room, and we have sex. I keep telling myself that I'm doing this so he wouldn't change his mind about me gaining an education. He also seems to be doing me more favors, such as better food and more books. I also started treatment for my heart condition.

But I couldn't help but wonder if I'm also doing this because I enjoy it. My wolf enjoys it.

I touched my stomach lightly; the baby was growing rapidly, and I could feel it moving within me. I thought about what it will be like to have Marlon's baby.