Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 36

A new slave has entered the manor; I wasn't sure what to expect but a part of me was a bit jealous of the new dark-furred beauty that came into our lives. She was young like me, and she was thin. Her breasts were large and hardly fit in the rags she was given. Her hair was pitch black and fell in silky waves down her back like melted dark chocolate. Her eyes were a dark emerald green equipped with such long and gorgeous eyelashes.

I could hear her chains clinking against the cobblestone walkways through the gardens as she walked. She was being escorted by Marlon; he walked a distance in front of her while gripping her chains and tugging her along with him. His expression was hard to read but it made my skin crawl.

It gave me flashbacks of the days when I had to wear chains as well. I rubbed my throat, thinking about how close the shackles around my neck were to cut off my air supply.

The young girl had bruises along her jawline, and she looked utterly exhausted.

They were heading towards the shack I was in. I took a step back, away from the door, and went over to Mateo in a protective, motherly, stance.

Marlon pushed the door open and dragged the young girl into the shack. At first, she was terrified of what she was going to see once she stepped inside. But then her fear turned into utter confusion. She looked around the nicely lit shack; she noticed the comfortable-looking bed, and the small kitchen off to the side. She noticed the books and the paintings along the wall; she noticed the small golden decals along with the wooden panels on the wall. Then she noticed me.

Her eyes widened as she took me in; my hair, the dress I was wearing, my features. Her eyes eventually found Mateo and they widened with complete shock. She had no words.

She looked back at Marlon; questions filled in her eyes. But he ignored her questioning look and unlatched her chains. I watched as they fell to the ground in a thud around her feet. Once the chains were removed, he placed a cufflink on her to keep her from transitioning into a wolf and keeping her weak.

"This is how it's going to work," Marlon said in a formal tone, addressing us both. I stared at this girl with dismay, and she stared back with a shocked expression. "This new slave is going to act as a caregiver for Mateo, while you are going to act as my handmaiden during the day. Once duties are completed, you will return to this shack, and she will be brought to the slave's shack on the other side of the garden."

I frowned and looked at the girl who was now staring at Mateo, still shocked. I could only imagine what she must be thinking. There I was, a girl just like her with my dark hair and tanned features. Yet I was being treated drastically better than she was; I wore nice clothing and had my own nice cabin-like shack with a newborn. I was just told I was going to be Marlon's handmaiden, which indicated that I was allowed in the manor.

"What is your name?" I asked the girl.

She looked surprised that I was speaking to her; she opened her mouth to say something but closed it immediately. I couldn't blame her though; on the slave farm, we weren't allowed to speak unless given permission by the guards. Or in this case, the master. She was fresh off the farm and wasn't sure about the rules of the manor just yet.

"It's okay," I assured her.

She glanced up at Marlon, who was still paying no attention to her, before looking back at me."Meriah," she answered softly. "I'm Deonna," I told her in return.

"Enough of this," Marlon said sounding annoyed. "Come with me," he ordered me as he turned and walked out the doorway.

I hesitated to follow him; Meriah still looked lost. I worried she wasn't going to be able to care for Mateo. She was so young, and it was obvious she wasn't prepared to care for a child. This was probably the last thing she thought she was going to be doing upon arriving at the Roessler manor.

"There are premade bottles in the fridge," I told her. "There's also some food and water if you'd like to replenish yourself," I added.

She still looked shocked but from Marlon's aggravated huffing from outside the shack, I knew that was my cue to go.

I followed him out of the shack; I can't remember the last time I allowed the natural lighting of the sun hit my skin. It sent a warmth through my body as the sun's rays danced on my features. The smell of the fresh air was comforting; I could smell the blooming flowers and the pine of the trees. In the shack, I was beginning to get accustomed to Mateo's dirty diaper smell.

Marlon didn't allow me to leave the shack because he was afraid, I would be spotted; so, being outside was rejuvenating for my body.

As we walked, we passed some of the maids working in the gardens; they stopped to stare at me with the same shocked expressions on their faces as Meriah had on her face.

We entered the manor where Winston stood, also staring at me with a shocked expression. I was beginning to feel weird with everybody staring at me. It was obvious they all thought I was dead; so, it was like I was surfacing as a ghost or something.

I tried not to make any eye contact with anyone we passed by. I didn't want to see their shocked and questioning gazes. I didn't have answers for them and I'm fairly certain that the answers I did have, Marlon wouldn't like it if I told.

I learned my lesson on the slave farm to not speak; even though this wasn't the slave farm, I was going to abide by the same rules.

I wasn't sure where he was taking me exactly; he crossed the kitchen area and the grocery room; I remembered my first night at the manor, Bob had me hidden in the grocery room so I could help him cheat with his studies. That was the same night I snuck into the kitchen and ate some food off Marlon's plate, which ended up being drugged.

My face turned red when I remembered our first night of s*x and how confusing and beautiful it was. It was something I couldn't stop thinking about for the longest time. Even though it was a drug-induced night, I thought for sure he was going to kill me when he woke up.

He went down a long and narrow hallway and made our way to a large set of maroon doors. He pushed open the doors and lead me into his study.

His study had a light wooden desk in the center with papers and folders scattered across. There were a couple of bookshelves, filled with books of every size and color. There was a giant bay window that overlooked the gardens, and I couldn't help but feel that he used to watch me through the windows.

Marlon sat at his desk and rummaged through some of his papers, frowning. In silence, I waited a little while, feeling as though he was ignoring me.

I couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed that he threw a new slave in my shack to care for my son and then had the audacity to be ignoring me.

"Why did you bring me in here?" I asked him, frowning.

He glanced up at me and I saw his eyebrows creasing.

"Because you are now my handmaiden. You are to do as I say and I say stay here," he told me without missing a beat.

"What is the purpose?" I asked him.

He cocked an eyebrow up at me.

"The purpose is, I need to keep an eye on you. Plus, it's the only way I can pull off allowing you to go to school. Two days a week you will be studying during the day at the academy. It'll be a lot easier sneaking you in and out if I don't have to hide you," he told me. I felt heat rising to my face; I wasn't angry, I was surprised. I was surprised he was holding up his end of the deal and allowing me to attend the noble academy. He's thought a lot about this and came up with an entire plan that works. I didn't argue with him; like I learned my entire life, I just stayed silent.

...

Weeks had gone by since Marlon made me his handmaiden. Meriah continued to care for Mateo; it was weird at first, but over time it seemed as though she was adapting nicely. Marlon even gave her actual clothing to wear instead of the rags she arrived in. I completed duties like making Marlon's bed, keeping his study tidy, doing his laundry, bringing him his meals, collecting his messages, and other tasks.

Meanwhile a couple of days a week I would also be at the noble academy, studying. It was a lot of hard work at keeping my disguise, but it'll be worth it in the long run. Nobody can tell who I am, including Bob and Alex. I try to avoid them when I can, afraid that they will detect me.

I even met these girls, Moira, and Odette, who have been helping me study and keeping me company at school. They are petite girls with blonde curly ringlets of hair and pale blue eyes. They were kind enough to not ask why I keep my hair wrapped. They were smart and enjoyed reading; I met them in the library, and we clicked quickly.

However, I keep having to come up with different excuses as to why I couldn't hang out with them past school hours or any other time of the week. I was starting to run out of excuses, so I started to avoid them instead. I felt bad for avoiding my new friends, but I couldn't risk them finding out my identity.

Returning to the manor, Marlon was waiting for me in his study as he does every day. As the sun began setting, he escorted me back to my shack so I can rest and spend the rest of the night with Mateo.

Marlon and I hadn't had sex in the past month, which I'm sure he was doing purposely because he didn't want to continue the weird relationship we'd had. I was grateful for that. I too didn't want to continue the weird relationship we had.

Pushing open the doors to the shack, Meriah was holding a crying Mateo. His cheeks were red, and his crying was almost cackly. There was a panicked looked on Meriah's face as she attempted to shush him and rock him. I rushed over to them.

"What's going on?" I asked, taking Mateo from Meriah.

From the first touch, I noticed he was burning up.

"He has a fever," she told me. "I don't know what's wrong. He's been crying all day."

I looked over at Marlon with a panicked expression. He was staring at Mateo with worry clear on his face. Then, his expression hardened as he addressed Meriah.

"What did you do?" He hissed through gritted teeth.