Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 48

It wasn't fair.

She was just a dirtball slave; she was bottom of the barrel gutter trash and nothing more. Yet there was something about her that Marlon couldn't resist. She knew it from the moment Marlon and Deonna were in the same room with one another the night she laced his food with that drug. There was no mistaking the illuminating glow their wolves had during their embrace. That food wasn't meant for Deonna to eat; it was meant for Marlon and Marlon alone. It was supposed to be Petra and Marlon that night. It was supposed to be Petra that made love to Marlon.

Since she arrived at the manor a few months before Deonna, she had an attraction toward Marlon. However, it seemed as though regardless of the advances she made toward him, he was never going to want her in the same way. It was infuriating.

No more infuriating at the fact that she had a baby because of that one stupid night. Mateo. What a stupid name for a baby. As the days went on, Petra grew more bitter. She tried to bite her tongue for as long as she could, but it was proving to be impossible. She found an opportunity when they brought in a new slave to act as caretaker to Mateo. The slave was still so new and timid when Petra introduced herself. She knocked on the doors to the shack Deonna was staying in and made her way inside. She acted as though she was good friends with Deonna and knew Mateo very well.

That of course was a lie.

She laced Mateo's bottles with a poisonous flower when the slave wasn't looking. She left almost immediately afterward.

That was supposed to kill the child; she wanted the kid dead before Marlon grew too attached to it. She wasn't sure why Marlon was allowing for this baby at his manor. The baby was supposed to be sent to the slave far directly after Deonna gave birth, but for whatever reason, it was still here.

Which only made her think even more about Marlon's relationship with this slave. She knew his wolf at least had some kind of attraction towards her. Whenever she was around the silvery aura of Marlon's wolf would be amplified to a point where it was almost blinding.

Everything about their relationship was disgusting.

She even went as far as to spread the word around the kingdom about their pending relationship, in hopes that the word would get back to the king. However, it ended up reaching so far out that the duke was informed before the king was.

It couldn't have worked out any better if she tried. She knew the duke to be an enemy of Marlon and would stop at nothing to knock him down. He was basically going to do Petra's dirty work for her and the thought of that pleased her. The duke even alerted the king of Marlon and Deonna's relationship and child, so now the king was wary and on guard.

Petra laughed at the thought of the duke taking over Marlon's kingdom and knocking him off the pedestal. He would for sure kill both Deonna and Mateo as well, which is all Petra ever really wanted.

The duke was also a handsome man, and she could see herself becoming the duchess. If Marlon won't make her his mistress, then she would just have to try something else to come into power.

But she would have to be patient for that to happen. In the meantime, she wanted to drive a wedge between Marlon and his sweet Deonna. He knew exactly the kind of guy who could get the job done and do so well at that.

One of the guards, Jacob.

Jacob has proved his interest in Petra in countless ways in the past; one way was obtaining the flower for the poison she used on Mateo. Another way was getting the drugs for Marlon's food. Petra would repay him in s****l favors on the down low.

If Marlon knew how bad Jacob really was, he would have his head for sure. So, they had to keep their relationship a secret.

"I have a favor to ask of you," Petra said as she approached his guard tower.

He folded his arms across his chest and cocked an eyebrow up at her. She gave him a wicked smile in return.

"Oh yeah?" He asked; he used his playful tone. "It's going to cost you."

"Obviously," she rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you've heard the rumors about Marlon and the slave."

He frowned but he nodded.

"Of course, I have. Shit like that spreads like wildfire," he answered.

"Well, what if I told you, it wasn't a rumor?" She asked, playfulness dancing in her eyes. He tilted his head at her confused, but with curiosity roaming around his features. "The slave's child, Mateo, happens to be Marlon's child." His mouth dropped open.

"How do you know this?" He asked, eyeing her carefully.

"You know that drug you got me; it was meant for Marlon's food because I wanted him to have sex with me," she told him. He nodded because he already knew this information. "Well, the slave broke into the kitchen and ate some for herself. Because they both had the drug in their system..." she stopped talking when she saw the realization crossing his face. She didn't need to say anything more. "They had sex," Jacob breathed in awe.

Petra nodded.

"Yes. Months later, the baby was born," Petra finished explaining.

"And you think they are still having a relationship?" Jacob asked, in a questioning manner.

"I don't think, I know," Petra answered. "The slave is allowed to keep the child. Plus, I see them sneaking around all the fucking time. More recently, I heard him confessing his attraction towards her and I swear I thought I heard him saying he loved her."

She thought back to when she was cleaning outside his office door and overheard them talking. Deonna sounded frantic about something, and Marlon was trying to calm her down. Then he told her something that seemed a bit muffled, but it sounded like "I'm in love with you."

She grimaced at the thought and looked up at Jacob.

"Look, I want that slave gone, and I understand there's nothing we can really do about that right now without getting blood on our hands. So, I need you to get that drug again," Petra told him.

He frowned; he was now confused.

"For what?" He asked. "Are you going to try and have s*x with Marlon again? Then, the slave will catch you two and break things off?"

She had to admit, she thought of that plan as well. But she thought of something better; she wanted Marlon to break ties with her so she knew that the slave would be gone forever. She wanted the slave of the Roessler grounds and back to wherever she came from. Or dead.

Whichever one was fine honestly.

"No," she said, smiling. "The drug isn't for Marlon this time. It's for the slave. It's so she doesn't fight you off and won't remember what happens."

If a wolf has a big enough helping of the drug, it won't remember the current events; it was a foolproof plan that won't get either of them caught and in trouble.

"Once she has the drug in her system, you are going to have sex with her and impregnate her," Petra chuckled.

Jacob's face went ghost white as he processed what was just said.

"What?" He gasped.

"Exactly," she chuckled. "You are going to get her pregnant. One child is one thing, but two. Marlon would never be able to handle that and once he finds out the child isn't his, he will lose his absolute shit and it'll be bye-bye slave." Petra made a waving motion and laughed again.

"You expect me to get a slave pregnant?" Jacob asked, trying to clarify what she was saying.

He had a look of disgust on his face.

A flash of mischief went through her eyes.

"It won't be for nothing," she said, stepping closer to him. "I understand how big this favor is. I will make it worth your while."

"I don't even think sex would pay this one," he muttered, tensing as she closed the small gap between them.

"No?" She asked pouting as she rubbed his bulge through his pants with her thumb, delicately. "Are you sure about that?" She asked, batting her eyes up at him.

He swallowed hard and took in a steady breath.

She knew he couldn't resist her; he wanted her. He always wanted her, and he will always want her. He would do anything for her if it meant he got to see her naked again. "What would happen to the baby if I got her pregnant?" He asked, his voice raspy.

"Does it matter?" She asked. "She probably won't live long enough for that child to be born anyways."

He nodded slowly. He let all the information process before coming up with a decision; a decision she already knew the answer to.

He sighed in defeat.

"Okay," he said slowly. "You have a deal."