Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 30

Marlon had a small building set up for me to stay in. The building wasn't far from the manor; it was still a part of the Roessler property within the courtyard. But not attached to the manor.

He still had me wear a cufflink that only he had access to remove so that I couldn't transition into a werewolf and escape. I also wasn't allowed to leave the house. If anyone were to see me, we would all be dead.

I had to admit though, it was a nice setup. There was a small kitchen with a fridge that Marlon kept stocked with different varieties of food. There was also a king-sized bed, which was extremely comfortable. Much more comfortable than the slave farm, and even a little more comfortable than the bed I slept in while residing in the maid's courters.

Sierra would come to visit me periodically to check on my heart condition and Dr. Lovewitt would come to visit me periodically to check on everything else. They both knew better than to question Marlon and his antics, so they didn't ask why I was set up in such a nice house.

I could imagine how weird it was for them considering I was nothing but a dirtball slave. But lately, I've been feeling like a little bit more than a slave. Marlon was allowing me to attend my studies at the college; he provided me with books, food, elegant clothing, a house.

I've even been excused from my duties for the next 6 months or so because he wants me to rest. The childbirth process proved to almost be fatal for me. I blacked out numerous times and Marlon had mentioned at one point, he thought I was going to die. They had to save me multiple times through waves of electricity because my heart kept stopping.

I had some faint markings on my chest proving him to be telling me the truth. The doctors told me that they weren't permanent and that they would heal over time, thankfully.

The thought of being a mother was terrifying; it's been a few weeks since I gave birth, and I hadn't even seen my son. I don't even know what his name is. Part of me hated Marlon for keeping my son from me and naming him without me, but another part of me was thankful to still be alive and thankful that my son is also alive and seemingly healthy.

I only had Marlon to thank for making sure we both stayed alive. He hired the best doctors to help with that. Even if one of the doctors he was having relations with got her to help in the first place. The thought of that still made my wolf uneasy; I wasn't sure why I kept thinking about it and why it affected my wolf so much.

I know my wolf keeps saying he's my mate and that we are supposed to be together; but even after having his child, I still refuse to believe that was true. What we had wasn't love or attraction for one another, it was nothing more than [**t. It started with us both being drugged; we couldn't be to blame for that. Then it was because I needed some things from him and the only way he would give me those things was if I performed s****l favors.

If that was love, I didn't want anything to do with it. I felt disgusted just thinking about it. He was a racist man that signed away my rights. He took me from my family and got me placed on a slave farm where I was beaten, raped, and ridiculed on a daily. Then again, it wasn't just him that signed away my rights. It was a group voting, a kingdom voting. Technically it was the king and queens' treaty that took away my rights.

Marlon only came to see me twice in the few weeks I've been residing in this house. The fact that I couldn't go outside was driving me insane.

Typically, when he came to see me, it would only be for a few moments. He would assess the house and make sure no damages have been done since I've been here. He would ask me how I'm feeling and if I had enough food and water. He acted as more of a caretaker than anything.

Even so, every time he came around, I could feel my wolf stirring with utter desire. The hazy purple of her aura would make its way through my body and give me a hazy purple aura, visible for Marlon to see. It was embarrassing, to say the least.

As the days went on, I was beginning to drive myself nuts. I only had myself and my wolf to talk to and she was typically quiet unless Marlon was around. Then it appeared she had a ton to say.

Just when I thought I couldn't handle the silence anymore, Marlon barged into the house. I was startled to see him because typically my wolf would warn me if he was nearby. But she must have been sleeping or something because I wasn't expecting him. What really surprised me was what was in his arms.

The baby.

He has wrapped up in a little white blanket; his fair features looked so much like Marlon that it took my breath away. He was so small, it looked almost unnatural for Marlon to be holding him. He had a thick layer of brown hair.

He cooed in Marlon's arms as Marlon made his way over to me. I was sitting in bed; my mouth dropped open as the scent of the baby made its way into my nose. He smelled like me. He had the same musky scent.

"I can't keep him in the castle anymore. The maids are starting to talk. Wondering why I'm keeping him there. I told them because I was waiting for a proper seller, but I can tell they aren't fully believing me," Marlon said, sitting down on the bed beside me.

I couldn't keep my eyes away from the baby; he had light blue eyes that nearly poured into my soul. He was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen in my entire life. I could feel tears burning in my eyes as falling down my cheeks; I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from sobbing.

"I figured it was time for you to meet your son," Marlon said, bringing the baby closer to me so I could hold him.

I was startled that he was actually allowing me to hold the child. I had to be honest that I was hesitant at first. But once the baby was in my arms, everything felt so natural. He stirred uncomfortably in my arms for a moment before falling into place and finding its comfort. He looked up at me with his big blue eyes and I swear he started smiling.

More tears fell from my eyes. I couldn't believe I was actually holding my son.

"I have to keep you both hidden," Marlon said softly; he patted the baby's head gently.

I looked over at him confused.

"You both need to stay here for a while," he further explained.

I frowned.

"I don't understand why you're doing all this for us," I told him.

He was silent for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer that question.

"I don't really know..." he finally admitted. "I just know my wolf wants to protect you. I can't explain why. He just does."

I felt heat rising in my cheeks as they turned red. Did I just hear him correctly? Did he just tell me that his wolf wants to protect me? For what reason would his wolf want to protect me?

The word "mate" kept popping into my head.

But it couldn't be possible. Could it?

"So, you want to keep him here with me?" I asked, changing the subject before I lost my mind.

He nodded.

"It's the best option," he answered. "He also needs a name, and I figured the best person to come up with a name would be his mother."

"You haven't named him yet?" I asked surprised.

He shook his head.

"No. It didn't feel right," he told me sheepishly.

I hadn't expected him to not name our son. I thought he would have by now. But he's giving me the respect and choice to name our son for the both of us. Since the day I found out I was pregnant, I was thinking about the name of the child. There were only a few names that I truly like and throughout the months of being pregnant, up until his birth, I settled on one final name.

I never brought it up to Marlon because I wasn't sure what his intentions were with the child. I wasn't sure if we were keeping the child; I wasn't sure if I was going to survive to give birth or even survive the birth.

I wasn't even sure if he would give me the choice.

But here he was, giving me the choice. I had no words to explain how I felt at that very moment.

"Mateo," I finally said after a brief pause. "I want to name our son Mateo."