Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 28

"How are you feeling?" Sierra asked as she stuck an IV into my arm.

At this point, I had bypassed my 6-month expiration date, for which I was beyond grateful. Sierra has been doing a great job at keeping me alive with all the medications and antibiotics she's been giving me. She's been coming by almost daily to check on me and to provide me with the medications. Marlon would sometimes be in the room with her, and she would disgustingly flirt with him. I wasn't sure why it bothered me so much. Maybe because nearly every day for the last few months, we've been having s*x in the room I'm residing in. Sometimes it would even be in his room. My wolf gets excited every time he's around and I hate myself for feeling this way about him.

Maybe it was also the fact that I was having his baby.

I haven't asked Marlon if he was sleeping with Sierra too; if he touches her the way he touches me and kisses her the way he kisses me. My stomach turned into a knot just thinking about it. I had to push the thought out of my mind if I wanted to get through this. "Deonna?" She asked, staring around my features curiously.

I realized I'd been sitting in silence and completely ignored her question.

"I'm sorry," I told her, bringing myself back to the present moment. "I'm feeling alright."

That wasn't a lie; despite everything, I was physically feeling okay. It's been a couple of months since I broke out into a fever and felt my heart racing against my chest.

"Good," she responded, sounding pleased. "It seems your heart condition is lessoning. However, childbirth could still be fatal for you."

I frowned. I knew there was a possibility of me dying during childbirth. I couldn't help but wonder if Marlon was anticipating me to die during childbirth and the baby surviving. Maybe that's what he's been wanting this entire time.

What would he do with this child if I die?

It was a sickening thought and it left me unsettled.

Don't think like this. He's your mate!

A familiar voice roamed through my head. My wolf was defending Marlon and his actions. I groaned at her voice. I was starting to get used to her being around more often. It still made no sense as to why she was there considering she's been so silent and weak on the slave farm. But now she seems to be getting stronger as time passes on.

He's not my mate.

I argued back. I refused to believe that Marlon Roessler, a racist nobleman that signed away my rights and got me taken away from my family and placed on a slave farm, was my mate. If anything, he was just using me to please his s****l fantasies and I was using him in return to gain better opportunities.

I hate that I had to use him and my body in such a degrading manner, but I didn't have a choice at that point.

This was the first time my wolf has ever caught interest in another wolf before. I was way too young to understand what a mate was, but I knew that Marlon couldn't have been mine. There was no way. There was a huge mistake.

"I have some of the best doctors on their way to help you get through the childbirth," Marlon said, surprising me by standing at the doorway.

I wasn't sure how long he was standing there. He was eyeing my face carefully, trying to read my expression. At the same time, I was also trying to read his expression. The fact that he was having the best doctors help me through childbirth, showed that he didn't want me to die.

So, what exactly did he want?

(Marlon)

Marlon refused to acknowledge the fact that Deonna could potentially die during childbirth. He heard Sierra say it, but that wasn't a thing he was going to allow happen. He couldn't imagine a world that Deonna wasn't in.

He was done arguing with his wolf about his attraction towards her; he could deny it all he wants but the truth of the matter was, he couldn't get enough of her. He's never wanted anybody as badly as he wanted her. When he isn't with her, he's thinking about her; when he tries not to think about her, he's dreaming about her because his wolf won't shut up.

Ever since this little slave came into his life, his world has been turned upside down. Everything he thought he knew had completely disappeared from his brain. He knew he shouldn't be having these feelings for her, but he couldn't help but wonder if maybe his wolf was right, and she truly was his mate.

Sierra stood at Deonna's bedside; she was batting her eyes at him and biting the bottom of her lip as she undressed him with her eyes. He felt himself visibly cringing at the thought of Sierra's body against his. Thankfully, it never escalated to s*x. They were interrupted by the attack at the dinner party before anything more happened between the two of them.

Every time she was around him, she would hint that they needed to continue where they left off. But Marlon had no desire of pursuing that kind of relationship with her. She was a beautiful woman, but the thought of having s*x with her turned his stomach into a knot. His wolf also grew uneasy and try to back him away from her.

But she doesn't' seem to be getting the hint.

It was strange for him to admit, even to himself, but the only one he has a desire to sleep with was Deonna.

She sat in bed, staring up at him with her long lashes as he continued lurking at the doorway. She seemed confused at his words when he told her that he was having the best doctors help her with childbirth.

Did she seriously think he was going to just let her die?

"They will be here in a few days to help prepare you," Marlon continued.

She opened her mouth to say something, but no words seemed to be coming out of her mouth. She was actually shocked by what he was saying. It upset him at how little she thought of him. But then again, it's not like he could blame her. With everything that's happened to her in the past, he knew it was going to take a lot for her to trust him.

"Thank you..." she finally said, softly.

Marlon nodded to her as a response. Sierra was staring amongst the two, confused but she kept her mouth shut as she continued examining Deonna and pumping her with more medications.

For the last couple of months or so, he's been allowing Deonna to attend college. Of course, it wouldn't count towards much and she was forced to wear a hijab-wrapping to cover her dark hair. It wasn't something he ever thought he would allow a dark-furred slave to do. But he found that as an opportunity to have s*x with her; he's been using that as an excuse.

He hated using that as an excuse to have sex with her; he's tried to stay away from her. But he couldn't help himself. It was almost as though he needed her. His wolf needed her.

"Why do you care if I live or die?" Deonna asked them one night after another night of passion. He laid beside her; he knew he should have just gotten up and left directly after the s*x, but lately, he hasn't been able to bring himself to leave her right away.

She laid breathlessly beside him; her breasts exposed and her dark eyes scanning his body. This wasn't the first time she's asked this question and he's never known how to answer it properly. He couldn't just come right out and tell her that he couldn't imagine a life she wasn't around in. He couldn't own up to that fact.

He could hardly admit it to himself.

Every time she asked that question, he could feel his wolf laughing uncontrollably knowing what he wanted to say but also knowing that Marlon would never say it out loud.

Marlon answered it the same way he's always answered it.

"I told you already," he said to her. "Because you are carrying my child."

"Yes, I know you've said that. But what's the actual reason? This child is going to be partly dark-furred. Not at all fit to be a nobleman. Why do you want it alive?" She asked. He frowned.

She really did think little of him.

"Dark-furred or not, it's still my child. I protect my own and I plan on protecting this child. To do that, I need to protect its mother," he answered.

He worried he said too much and by the way, her eyebrows shot up and her eyes widened, he realized just how much he's revealed.

"You want to protect me?" She asked.

"I want to keep you alive," he answered.

Before she could say anything else, she gasped loudly from beside him. She screamed out in pain and held onto her stomach; horror was clear on her expression and sweat instantly began breaking from her skin. "Aaaahhhhh!" She yelled out in agony as she kicked the covers off her body.

Marlon sat up, shocked at her sudden outburst. His heart was racing against his chest as he watched the pain crossing her face.

As she kicked the covers off herself, he noticed a large patch of wetness leaking from underneath her and soaking through the sheets.

No...

It was too soon.

It couldn't be happening right now...

"My water just broke," she yelled out as another shot of pain coursed through her body.