Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 57

Bob couldn't believe they were actually gone; Alex took Mateo when he wasn't looking and left. Granted, Bob could probably find Alex, just as easily as Alex found him. But what about Deonna? It was either save the baby or save Deonna.

Bob had to admit, at one point he couldn't have cared less if the slave died. She was just somebody he enjoyed toying with. When she first appeared on the farm, he was instantly attracted to her weirdly. She wasn't somebody he could be seen with, or even grow to love, but she was somebody who looked interesting enough to want to f**k.

Despite the rules that the Roessler family had about not having s*x with dirtball wolves and other forms of help, Bob still wanted to have his way with this creature. She was timid and frightened, yet beautiful in her own way. She was supposed to be the weakest on the slave farm, but she was outspoken, and it didn't seem like she cared what happened to her.

Alex was always the level-headed of the two and told Bob to leave the slave alone because their father would disapprove. Bob knew that their father would be angry with him, but he couldn't help himself.

Once Bob realized that the slave was also smart and was fluent in Latin, he figured he could use her help cheating his way through his studies so that his father wouldn't think of him to be an idiot. Marlon liked Bob because he was strong and fierce; the others in the kingdom respected Bob and looked up to him. They sought him for protection and yet they feared him all at the same time. But Bob couldn't rule the kingdom with just strength and fear alone. He also needed to know the language of most of the different kingdoms, such as Latin. He also needed to know other things too such as the world of politics and literature if he wanted the kingdom to take him seriously as a leader.

He used the slave for help in studying until Marlon found out and forbade her from coming near Bob. He hasn't seen the slave around often after that, he didn't question it until he got word of a baby being born. Rumors began speculating around the manor about Marlon's relationship with the slave and the baby that was born between the two.

It was confusing to hear about, especially considering his father's hatred for dark-furred wolves. But seeing Marlon's protection over her this past month or so proved that the rumors weren't rumors at all. They were evident.

It seems like a million years ago since Deonna was placed on the Roessler manor grounds and Bob tried to force his way inside her. Now he had agreed to protect their child and Alex was going to ruin that.

Bob felt as though he shouldn't care much about this child anyways. Maybe Alex was right the whole time; maybe they didn't need another brother getting in the way of things. Maybe they were better off just killing the young boy. Would Alex be so horrible to actually murder an infant? Someone who couldn't even defend himself?

Bob felt a bit ill just thinking about it; regardless of the fur color, he wouldn't be able to murder an infant out of cold blood. There would have to be real reasoning behind it and so far, it seems as though Alex's real reasoning is just plain jealousy.

Alex was already far ahead of Bob; he had a choice to make. He could either save Deonna or save Mateo. Deonna could always have another baby if she chooses, but her father would never forgive Bob if he knew of Deonna's fate and didn't do anything to stop it. Bob sighed and grimaced at the thought of having to choose such things. He turned in the opposite direction of Alex and began sprinting back to the manor. Maybe if he got lucky, Alex wouldn't kill Mateo right away and there would still be time to save them both. But for right now, he knew he had to get Deonna to safety. (Deonna)

I stared at Petra as she opened the gates to my cell. I was completely vulnerable to her; I had no other choice but to comply with whatever she said. I was shackled to the wall and couldn't move. My breathing was heavy as I attempted to grasp my breath. She walked over to me; her blonde hair falling around her shoulders. Her maid's clothing looked a bit crooked as though she had just thrown it on; her face looked much paler than usual, but she was still radiantly beautiful.

Her lips were in a thin line as she stared at me; there was nothing but hatred lingering in her eyes. I felt the chills she brought off going down my spine. My wolf moved uncomfortably as she got closer. I could see the dark maroon aura of her wolf illuminating her skin as her wolf grew angrier with each step she made.

That was something I had never seen before and was amazed. My mouth opened in awe as the colors of her wolf's aura brightened and swirled around her in a fast paste movement.

"Petra...?" I said, my voice was raspy and for a moment I wasn't even sure if she heard me.

"I've been waiting way too long for this," she said, her voice was low, and she had a snarl on her lips.

"You don't need to do this. Just let me go and I'll never look back. I'll leave with Mateo," I told her; I could hear the fear in my voice, and I instantly hated myself for that.

"Oh, but don't you see. I do need to do this. The kingdom is already aware of you; if I get rid of you on their behalf, I become the hero!" She said, gleefully.

"Please. I'll go find Mateo and we can leave; you can still be the hero," I told her; tears filling my eyes.

She laughed; her laugh didn't meet her eyes though and sent a wave of dread through my body.

"It's cute you thought you could sneak Mateo out of town," she chuckled.

My heart was sinking into my stomach at her words; how did she know about that? Did that mean Mateo didn't get out of town like he was supposed to? Did Bob betray us? My face only made her laugh harder.

"You should see the stupid look on her face," she said as she stepped closer to me. It was then that I realized she had a knife in her hands. She was gripping the knife so tightly that her knuckles were going white. "Did you really think Alex couldn't catch up to Bob, you moron?"

My face fell in defeat; so, it was Alex. It didn't surprise me that he was working with Petra. I was an idiot to think that we could get away with anything with Alex lurking around. He hated me more than most; I knew he would try and stop whatever we were doing. Mateo...

My poor baby boy. What had happened to him?

I couldn't even imagine him meeting his fatal end; I couldn't imagine him being hurt.

My entire body no longer felt like my own; I was numb all over and I felt weaker than ever. I just wanted to curl up and cry my eyes out, but I wasn't sure if I had any more tears to cry at that point.

"What are you planning on doing?" I asked hoarsely.

A grin appeared on her lips.

"I think I'll start by cutting each of your fingers off; one by one," she chuckled.

This was it; I was completely done for. I was defeated.

She took a hold of my hand, of which I was unable to move; I feel the sharpness of the blade against my pinky finger. Blood trickled down my wrist as she pressed the knife into my finger; she wasn't pressing hard enough to remove it though, just hard enough to leave a wound. She was close to my face at that point and her body was pressed against mine. It made it more difficult to breathe. "You think you're so fucking hot, don't you?" Petra whispered against my ear. "You aren't anything special."

I had no idea what she was talking about; but then I felt the softness of her lips against my neck and her tongue sending a tail down the nape of my neck. My body was trembling in fear; confused as to what she was doing. I could feel the blade against my finger; she wasn't moving it and I wasn't sure if she was actually planning on removing my fingers.

Her other hand traveled up my gown and landed on my breast where she was releasing it from my own. She was ripping the gown until I was nearly naked and exposed to her completely. I opened my mouth to say something, but only a squeak came out as more fear overtook my ability to form actual words.

I felt her sharp teeth closing around my nipple and she tugged on it almost violently; I winced as she sucked with a great force. She released my n****e from her teeth and brought the knife towards my n****e.

"Maybe I'll remove your perfect little nipple with this knife?" She said, playfulness dancing in her eyes.

I breathed in heavily as I felt the blood trickling down from my breast and down my torso.

"Release her!!" A familiar, unexpected, voice said from behind; the sound made us both jump in surprise.

She pulled back and her eyes widened as she stared at Bob standing there. My heart sunk into my stomach knowing that Bob was there, and Mateo wasn't. I wanted to ask him where Mateo was, but I knew now was not the time. "What the hell are you doing here?" She hissed to him.

"You know what I'm doing here Petra. I heard you in the link to Alex. Release the slave to me at once," Bob ordered.

She laughed.

"I don't have the key to unshackle her, dumbass," Petra said. "Now, if you'll excuse me. We were in the middle of something."

She flashed the knife for him to see; my blood stained the tip of the knife. His eyes widened when he saw my bleeding body. "You're insane," Bob said, keeping his voice hushed.

This only made her laugh even more.

"Yeah," she breathed. "So, what if I am?" Her voice grew seductive. "Want to do something about it?"

"Gladly," Bob responded.

She frowned and turned to him in time for him to lung towards her, knocking her against the wall. She was stupid to think she could overpower Bob; though she looked like she enjoyed his attack. She moved her body, so she was pressed against him, and her leg was wrapped around his waist. At first, it looked as though he was about to have sex with her. But then, he knocked the knife out of her hand, and I watched it clatter to the ground.

I breathed out in relief knowing she couldn't get to me, but then thought of Mateo again and felt weak all over.

Petra wrapped her arms around Bob's neck and pulled herself closer to him; just before she went in for a kiss, he managed to block her and grabbed her arms. She winced in pain as he twisted her arms and forced her to turn around from him and shoved her forcibly against the wall.

Her face hit the wall and I saw blood spilling from her mouth. She gasped out in pain as he forced his weight against her. I could tell he was struggling to breathe; her eyes were bugging out of her head, and she was gasping out for breath. "You're coming with me," he ordered her from against her ear.

She didn't argue with him; she looked furious. She was still staring at me as he pulled her towards the cell gates. Before they disappeared out of the dungeon, Bob turned to me. There was sorrow in his eyes, and I knew what he wanted to say wasn't good; it was probably because he didn't have Mateo. Which meant, Alex, did.

"I'll get father to come to clean you up," he told me.

I didn't say anything; I allowed for the hot tears that so desperately wanted to escape my eyes to fall freely down my features and mix in with the blood around my body.

I might be alive, but I was dead on the inside.