Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 50

"What the hell happened?!"

me off my bed.

As I began waking up, I could hear Marlon's angry voice; it sounded distant, but I knew he was right next to me. I wasn't even sure what had happened myself. My memory was foggy; all I remembered was Beatrice telling me that it was going to be okay, and she lifted "Her food was drugged," Beatrice explained.

I tried to open my eyes to see where I was, but my body was disallowing me to do so. I wanted to tell him that I was awake and alright, but I couldn't move.

"Who made her food?" Marlon demanded.

There was a brief pause before she answered.

"I don't know..." She finally said.

"How does my head maid, not know who made their goddamn food?" Marlon hissed; I could nearly hear the spit leaving his mouth and hitting her face as he spoke. "I'm sorry..." she said softly.

She was covering for somebody. But who? Who did this to me? What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I move? Why couldn't I remember anything?

"Never mind," Marlon said. His voice was getting louder as he came closer to me. "Just find out who it was and report back to me."

"Yes sir," she said after a breath of silence.

Before she had the chance to leave, the doorway of the room swung open, and another familiar voice roared through the space.

"Father, I am through taking care of your child. It isn't fair and...." Alex's voice trailed off as he came face to face with Beatrice who was most likely standing there wide-eyed.

I was finally able to open my eyes and look around the room I was in; it was Marlon's bedroom. I was lying in his bed, and he was standing beside me. Beatrice was standing near the door with Alex standing outside the door, holding Mateo in his arms. They were all staring at one another dumbfounded and wide-eyed.

"Uh..." Alex stammered nervously.

I could see his face growing red as Mateo stirred in his arms uncomfortably.

My baby boy; I just wanted to jump up and cuddle him. I hated not being able to move, but now that I could open my eyes and see again, that gave me hope that whatever drugs were in my system, were wearing off.

"Beatrice..." Marlon said, his voice sounding hollow.

She slowly turned to face him, and I could see the questions clear on her expression. She was mortified and astonished all at the same time. She wasn't sure what to say. She just found out the rumors were true; I could tell she's been trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and not wanting to believe some gossiping maids were accurate. But now she stood face to face with the truth.

I could only imagine what she must be thinking right now. She's been a trusted maid to Marlon for decades; the question was: could they trust her to keep this secret? Did Marlon trust her?

"It's true then," she said, barely audible.

He didn't say anything, he slumped his shoulders in defeat and he looked over at me. I met his eyes and I saw his eyes widening as he realized I was awake and listening. I don't think he knew I couldn't move or speak though; he went to say something to me, but Beatrice stopped him.

"Mr. Roessler?" She said firmer, getting his attention back. "The rumors are true? You had a child with the slave?"

"The rumors are true," he confirmed, turning back to her. "Nobody is to know about this, Beatrice."

I had never heard him plead before, but it sounded almost like he was pleading.

"Do you know what they would do to you?" She asked, her voice quivering in fear. "To all of us??"

"They won't touch you," Marlon assured her. "It's not on you. It's on me."

"We are your servants, Mr. Roessler," she said, her voice growing louder. "They will slaughter us the same as they slaughter you."

"I'm taking care of it," he muttered, turning back to me. "I'm taking care of it," he repeated to me in a softer tone.

"You care for her," Beatrice whispered, observing how he was looking at me.

He looked at her, compassion in his eyes and expression.

"Beatrice, you are one of my most trusted servants. You've been working for this family for generations. I need you to have some trust in me," he told her.

"Trust?" She whispered; she sounded utterly betrayed. "How could I trust you when..."

She was interrupted by Alex who squeezed past her to hand Mateo to Marlon. Alex gave Beatrice one look and began walking towards the door again; but then he stopped to look at her once more.

"He's still your fierce master and you will do as he says or he will be sure your death is more painful and the day approach sooner," Alex hissed to her as he stepped out into the hallway and disappeared.

Both Marlon and I were astonished at his outburst was in our favor; Marlon almost looked proud. He stared at Beatrice, and she stared back as though she had just been struck in the face. "Any more questions?" Marlon asked.

She straightened her back and shook her head.

"No, sir," she said; she gave me one last look before leaving the room as well.

By then, I realized I could now feel my body again. I tried to move, and I sighed relief when I could move my arms and legs slightly. I was starting to come back fully. Mateo began whining in Marlon's arms. He gently rocked him to soothe him, shushing him softly until he was nearly sleeping.

"Do you think she's going to tell anyone?" I heard myself saying, my voice was raspy, and it hurt my chest to speak.

He looked surprised to hear me talking; he stayed quiet for a moment as he thought of an answer.

"I don't think so," he told me. "She's afraid of what I would do to her if she did."

"What happened?" I asked him; he met my eyes.

"I was hoping you could tell me," he said in return.

"I don't remember anything. Except for Beatrice bringing me here," I answered honestly. J

"Somebody drugged your food. Do you remember what you ate and who gave it to you?" He asked.

I tried to think; I remembered being in the rose garden and doing my duties. Then, I remembered Beatrice coming to get me for lunch but as soon as we got inside the lunchroom she disappeared. I remember the table of maids and how they were all talking amongst one another; none of them acknowledged me per usual. I waited for them to finish eating before I helped myself to their scraps, but I don't' really remember eating anything.

I don't even remember if I talked to anyone. Once I grabbed an empty plate, everything went blank. My vision went dark and the next thing I know, I'm back in the shack, lying in bed with Beatrice telling me it was going to be alright. She lifted me out of bed and brought me to Marlon's room.

Telling from the moon shining brightly through the window, it was late. It was terrifying knowing that I lost a chunk of time. I had no idea what happened between those hours, and I couldn't help but feel violated.

I wasn't sore any place other than my dry throat; my clothes were still intact. I don't think I was touched; I obviously wasn't hurt.

What happened to me?

"I can't remember," I finally told him after a long pause.

His face fell; he looked almost disappointed.

"Maybe after you get some more rest," he told me gently.

I nodded but I didn't want to sleep. I feel like I slept the entire day away and I was tired of missing out. I just wanted to hold my baby and try not to think about anything that has happened.

Reading my face, he came closer to me with Mateo and handed him to me. I smiled my gratitude towards him; Mateo stirred in my arms before settling in a position that was comfortable for him and fell back to sleep, soundly. I kissed the top of his soft head and held him close to my chest. "I'll go get you some water," Marlon said as he headed towards the door.

After a little while, he returned with a glass of water. I sipped it gradually; it felt good on my dry and aching throat. I could feel the water cleaning out my insides and getting rid of the remainder of the drugs. He watched me tentatively for a long while, saying nothing. I couldn't tell what was going on in his mind; I knew he was worried and probably was thinking about a lot of different factors.

We never haven't even talked about the fact that he admitted to loving me.

"I'm sorry about what I said," he finally said.

I looked at him confused.

"Sorry?" I asked; so, he regretted what he said, and he was trying to take it back?

"I shouldn't have sprung that on you as I did," he rephrased. "It was of bad taste. I know it's confusing for you. It's confusing for me too..."

I could feel my wolf stirring with eagerness; I hadn't even realized how awake she was until that moment.

"It's okay," I told him; and I meant it.

I just wasn't completely sure if I trusted him or not.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Deonna. Neither of you. I promise I will find out who did this to you."

I believed him.