Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 41

Marlon wasn't sure what he was planning on doing about Deonna, but he knew she couldn't stay in the shack apart from the manor any longer. It was way too risky having her there when the duke and most likely his men, were going to be lurking around the manor. The last time he had a visitor at the manor, he somehow stumbled across Deonna in the shack, and he wasn't going to allow that to happen again. He was relieved when Dr. Lovewitt channeled him through the wolf's link about Mateo's condition, only a few hours after the Roessler boys had left to gather as many strong wolves as they could.

"I was able to rid him of the poison. He's back to breathing on his own and his fever had gone down a lot. I'm going to keep an eye on his condition a bit longer before returning him to you. So far, he hasn't been detected by others though. I'm trying to keep it that way, but he grows hot with the bonnet, so I had to remove it a few times," Dr. Lovewitt said.

Marlon couldn't help but roll his eyes; he didn't want his son being detected by anybody and didn't want that bonnet being removed. He also didn't want him there any longer than was necessary; especially with the duke heading in that direction. "I'll be by in the morning to grab him," Marlon told him. "I don't want him there much longer and you've had him long enough. Do not remove that bonnet again. Understood?"

Dr. Lovewitt was hesitant for a moment but reluctantly agreed before disconnecting the link.

Marlon made his way through his manor and outside. The sun had set a few hours prior, and the moon was almost at its peak in the sky. It was only a moon phase away from being completely full; but this time tomorrow night, it will be full, and the duke was going to rain hell around the kingdom.

He wasn't going to allow that to happen, and he wasn't going to allow Deonna to get hurt in this war. He pushed the doors to the shack open; Deonna was lying in bed, tears staining her features and her lips quivery as she held onto the stuffed wolf, he had gotten Mateo.

She was missing him. He could feel her heart shattering as she cried with the stuffed wolf. She was also startled to see him standing there as frantically as he was.

Deonna sat up, staring at him. He didn't waste any time though; he grabbed onto her arm and pulled her to her feet. She went willingly, even though a flash of fear went through her eyes.

She feared he was going to hurt her.

"I need you to stay in the manor tonight," he told her quickly. "You can stay with me."

She frowned and pulled her arm away before she reached the door.

"Why do I need to stay in the manor?" She stared at him; he met her eyes.

"Because I said so," he told her firmly. When it was clear she wasn't going to move willingly he decided to explain a bit more. "The duke of North-Valley is on his way to the kingdom; he will be here by sundown tomorrow. I fear there will be a war. I can't risk him seeing you, so I need to keep you close and out of sight. I need to know that you are safe."

Her eyes widened and he could see even more fear lingering in them.

"Mateo..." she whispered as she held onto the stuffed wolf even tighter.

Marlon didn't want to stand there discussing this much longer; he grabbed her arm and forced her out of the shack. She went with him, but his wolf was feeling uneasy about her discomfort.

"The surgery was a success. He's recovering now. I'm going to grab him in the morning," Marlon told her.

She gasped and her misty eyes widened once more as she struggled to keep up with him through the gardens.

"Mateo's okay?" She asked in a hard whisper.

"Yes," Marlon confirmed.

She sighed out in relief and Marlon swore he heard a light laugh coming from her mouth. His wolf eased up knowing she was relaxing now. He pulled her into the manor up the stairs towards his bedroom. The manor was quiet because it was late. As they got into his room, she stumbled in and sat on his bed. She pressed her knees close to her chest and peered up at him.

"How is this going to keep us safe?" She asked, worry in her tone.

"Because I will know where you are and how to protect you if you are close by. I can't risk them finding you in the shack," Marlon told her.

"So, are you going to hide me in your closet or something?" She muttered.

Marlon could tell she was tired; she probably hadn't slept since Mateo was sick. Not that he could blame her; he's hardly slept too.

"I'll figure it out," he muttered in return.

"I don't understand why you even care this much," Deonna said, still staring at him.

He felt himself growing hot and he pursed his lips in a thin line as he stared at her.

"I've answered this before. Because I don't want your blood on my hands," he told her firmly.

"Are you sure it's not because you care about Mateo and me?" She asked; humor was dancing in her eyes.

She was finding this funny and that was infuriating for him. He walked towards her; her eyes grew large and weary as his face was only inches from hers. He knew his features were reddened with anger and he was trying to keep it in. "This goes far beyond my attraction towards you..." he hissed through gritted teeth.

His words didn't match his temper; nor was it something he thought he was going to say. It appears his wolf had taken over his dialogue and chosen what he was going to say already.

Her breathing hardened and he could hear her heart beating heavily. She stared at him with such dismay that it nearly made his legs go weak.

"Your what?" She breathed.

He realized he had just admitted that he was attracted to her. Before he could say anything else, her lips were closed around his. It's been so long since he tasted the sweetness of her against his mouth. His tongue was in her mouth and explored her curiously and passionately.

He didn't linger around her mouth for long because he wanted her; he wanted all of her. He needed her. He kissed along the nape of her neck and pulled her dress down to reveal her breasts. He took her nipples into his mouth and began sucking on them gently. They were swollen because they were filled with her milk for Mateo. He tasted a bit of her sweet breastmilk, the flavors dancing on his tongue excitedly.

His wolf was awake and alert; he could see his own silvery aura being brought out of his skin and shining around both as her hazy purple aura grew stronger as well. She moaned softly as he continued to drink from her, bringing her breasts further into his mouth. He was surprised that she was pulling up her own dress and removing her underpants; she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. He didn't waste much more time; he released his growing erection and slid himself into her.

They both moaned together as their bodies became one. He moved delicately at first, in and out of her. But then picked up speed. Her breasts bounced in front of her as he continued to thrust himself. She nudged him gently to lie down so that she could get on top of him. He didn't typically allow others to be on top of him, but he didn't mind it when Deonna did it for some reason.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as she bounced on top of him; she threw her head back as the sensation of him inside of her filled her and fed her every desire. He acknowledged that it's been difficult being away from her physically. He's been wanting to touch her the past month, but he knew he needed to keep his distance.

He didn't want to deny his wolf his feelings anymore; his wolf was hellbent on Deonna being his mate and it was obvious that her wolf reacted to his touch positively. Maybe his wolf wasn't wrong after all.

"I want you..." he found himself whispering to her. She slowed down and met his eyes; he brought his lips up to hers and sucked on her bottom lip tenderly. "I need you, Deonna..." (Deonna)

Marlon lay naked next to me. His words from last night rang in my head.

"I need you, Deonna..."

He admitted to me that he was attracted to me; I wasn't sure what to do with that information. It was obvious that I too felt an attraction toward him; when he told me he wanted me and that he needed me, I could feel my wolf nearly breaking free and dancing with delight. But if I admitted that to him, would I be giving up everything I stood for.

I grew up thinking he was the enemy, and I felt lost.

Was I falling in love with him?

It didn't make any sense and it stood against everything I believed in. How could I put an end to slavery and help those still on the farm when I was off having s*x and emotional connections with the very being that locked us up.

I hated myself for feeling that conflicted and I hated Marlon for putting me in this position.

But then again, I didn't hate Marlon. I couldn't hate him.

"Hey..." Marlon said, tiredly from beside me. He lifted his head and gazed around my face, curiously and with worry. "Are you okay?" He asked.

I wasn't sure how to answer that; I wanted to tell him how much I cared for him and wanted him just as badly as he wanted me. But there was something that was stopping me from doing that. Maybe it was my own fear because it certainly wasn't my wolf. She was all for me confessing my feelings to him.

"Yeah..." I lied softy.

He brought his lips closer to mine and brushed them gently; the taste of his breath was sweet, even in the morning. My heart skipped a beat whenever he kissed me.

"I'm bringing our son home this morning," he told me as he sat up.

"I'll continue chores per usual until you arrive back with him," I told him.

He nodded as he slid out of bed. His broad structure was mesmerizing. His chest was large, and his body was so muscular, that I dreamt of being entangled in it once again. We both threw on our clothing, and he was out the door without another word.

I wondered what he was thinking about but knew I had to brush it out of my head. There were much bigger things happening that went beyond our feelings for one another.

I finished cleaning his room and making his bed and then made my way down to his study to tidy up the area as well. Once again, there were documents scattered across his desk. I rolled my eyes because I have mentioned to him in the past that he needs a better organization strategy or else he was going to lose important things.

He ignored me because every time I enter his office there were documents everywhere.

I grabbed some empty folders from one of his desk drawers and began shuffling some papers into the folders.

I noticed one folder that I hadn't grabbed from the desk; it was hidden under a pile of papers. I picked up the folder and grasped it as I read my name scrawled across the top of it.

Why did Marlon have a folder with my name on it?

I opened the folder and was astonished to see that they were documents about my history, including my medical history. It must Have been everything the slave farm kept on me; none of the writing looked to be Marlon's handwriting. It looked to be carelessly scribbled and thrown together.

My frown deepened as I read about my heart condition that I wasn't even told about. The slave farm really did not care if I died. They were anticipating me to die. I wondered how long Marlon had known about my heart condition before it was obvious that I really was dying.

Something else caught my eye and I felt my breath getting caught in my throat.

They were notes about my home life; they seemed to be written by the guards that took me from my family.

They listed both my parents' names and then stated that they died shortly after I was taken to the farm. My mother put up a fight and was beaten in the head to death and my father died shortly after when he went to stand up for his wife. This whole time, my parents have been dead, and I had no idea.

I felt my world caving in around me as tears filled my eyes. I no longer felt like I could breathe on my own. I stumbled backward and fell against the wall. There was not enough air in the room that could satisfy me at that moment.

I was completely defeated.

My parents were dead...

...And Marlon knew about it.