Alpha's Slut Mate

CHAPTER ONE

[Rose's Birth]

"Give her to me, Nessa." Simone asked with her breath harsh as she glared at her.

"Simone, don't make this hard for me. I have been given this mission and I am determined to complete it." Nessa retorted as she held unto the wailing newborn strongly. They stood opposite each other. It was quite dark. They could barely see each other but the little illumination from the moon helped them. Each of them standing at alert and defense.

"Nessa, for the last time, give the child to me." Simone said in a low dangerous voice, stretching out hands.

"Simone, your mother gave me this mission and I have never for once failed any mission that was given to me. Considering the fact that you are related to her, please go. Your mother told me that if anyone tries to stop me, I should eliminate the person without a second thought." She said menacingly. Nessa was known to be an assassin so killing a newborn won't affect her.

But what led to this?

*Some hours earlier*

Everyone was running helter-skelter. She was about to be born. Faint lights roaming everywhere adding more to the nervousness and anxiety that was reeking out from the people that awaited her arrival.

"Walk faster." One of the witches yelled at a lower ranked witch. The lady scurried faster, carrying a bowl that had a towel soaked with blood.

The lady stood anxiously, with heart beating at a faster rate. She was scared.

"Push." The midwife urged the woman.

"I can't do it." The woman replied breathlessly. Heavy breeze blew, thunder storms and lightning bolts everywhere. The curtains of the room blew around vehemently as ray of the thunder strike pierced through.

"You can do this." The midwife encouraged her as she stared at the opening of her vagina. They were both sweating profusely. The heat in the room could not be withstood at all. The woman's breath was becoming heavy second after second.

"I said I can't do it." The woman cried out while shaking her head hellaciously with tears rolling down her face. She definitely cannot give up. Not when this child is the only symbol of their love. The child was the only thing connecting him to her. She has to try. She has to be strong for him and for them.

Then suddenly, she was finding it hard to breath, her breath was becoming shallow and her eyes closing slowly. The midwife noticed this and hit her so hard on her laps, making the woman yelp up in pain and her eyes go wide open.

"Ugh!!!" She screamed and the head of the child popped out. And there was hope. Hope for them.

"It is just the head, you can do more. Push!!!" The midwife shouted again and the thunder resounding in the walls of the room.

"Ahrghh!!" With just this last push, the child came out fully, draining the woman's energy. The woman slumped back and released a deep breath.

The cry of the baby soared across the entire west wing and unto the skies as if alerting them of its arrival.

"It's a girl." The mid wife announced with an happy smile.

She carried the child from one of the witches that was helping her and went towards the woman. She knelt down before her and placed the child slowly in her arms. The child was soaked in blood and other fluids. The woman managed to pull her lips up to a smile as she saw her baby girl. She slowly slid up and placed her head on the head board. That alone made her breath hard. She carried the child with her weak hands and took in her features. Eyes just like her while her face was like his-her father.

Tears glistened her eyes as she thought of him. They had planned that when she will be having their child, he will be beside her, holding her hands and saying soothing words to her, encouraging her.

But no! That was all a daydream. She was driven by circumstances and he was snatched away from her.

The mid wife stood up and exited the room.

The lady was fiddling with the hem of her top in anxiety. She turned around as soon as she heard the door creak open.

"How's she? How's the child? Are.. they fine?" She bombarded her with lots of questions.

"Elder Witch Simone." The midwife cut her off.

"The baby and Elder Witch Eleanora are quite fine. There's no cause for worry." The midwife soothed her with her words. Simone heaved a sigh of relief.

"C-can I go in to see her?" Simone asked.

"Yes, sure." The midwife replied with a smile. Simone scurried past her and pushed the door open. She saw her sister seated with the newborn baby in her arms.

"Nora." She called out. Eleanor forced a look up at her sister, Simone.

"Simone." She forced out with a sad smile. Simone beamed a bright smile and sat down close to her.

"Do you know how scared you got me?" She said with concern and worry.

"I am fine now." Eleanora said.

"She is beautiful." Simone cooed as she stared at the little rose that was sleeping so peacefully in Eleanora's arms. Eleanora nodded her head in agreement. Then suddenly, they felt an unyielding energy radiating from afar which seemed to be getting close to them. They knew she was the one. The door pushed open with great force as they welcomed her in.

Simone looked out of the corner of her eye with her hair standing at its end.

"Seems you have given birth to the abomination, haven't you?" A voice filled with authority asked.

"You both–" she pointed towards them. "– have always defied me, when will you live up to your reputation?" She asked with an emotionless face.

"Take the child away from her." She ordered one of the low ranked witches that were her attendants. The lady scurried past her and walked towards them with her back hunched and head bowed.

"What?!" Simone yelled in surprise as she realised that she could not move. Her mother has casted an immobility spell on them.

"Elder Witch Eleanora." She acknowledged as she stretched out her hands. She took the baby and walked back to their mother. Their mother, Athena, looked at the child and saw her facial features.

"More reason, she needs to be eliminated." She spoke with scorn. Eleanora looked at her mother, pleading and imploring her not to do what she was intending to do. She shook her head vehemently with tears rolling out of her eyes.

"Mother, please... Mother... please, don't do this." She managed to beg with broken voice. Simone kept fighting against the spell, trying to use her own powers but it was not working.

"I hereby order Eleanora RoosevIt elt, to be kept imprisoned under the south wing and should not be brought out or visited without my permission." Athena said with authority and turned to leave.

"No!! Mother, bring back my child... Give me back my child." Eleanora cried out as she scrambled off the bed and trying running after her mother but she felt face flat on the floor.

"My baby..." She stretched out her hands as she stared at them while they walk away. Simone finally broke free from the spell and ran towards her sister.

"Simone, they are going to kill my child... Isn't it? Please... Don't let them kill her... She is my baby... I can't let them kill her..." She stuttered, hyperventilating. Simone cupped her face and stared at her eyes.

"El, I will not let them kill her." She assured her.

"But... Promise me..." Eleanora begged her as tears roll down her face.

"I promise you." Simone said with tears rolling out of her own eyes. She had never seen her sister this weak before and it was not comforting at all. Then they heard the sounds of the guards coming towards them. Eleanora scrambled towards the drawer and brought out a locket.

"Give this to her." Eleanora said as she placed it in Simone's hands.

"Cease her." The head guard ordered and the guards marched towards Eleanora and carried her.

"Simone, save my child." Eleanora cried for the last time and slowly passed out due to exhaustion. Simone ran out of the room and towards the hall.

CHAPTER TWO

"Kill. The. Child." Simone heard her mother spell it out to someone. She tried looking at who she was talking to but could not figure out who it was then suddenly she felt someone pass by her with an inhumane speed.

'It is her.' She thought and casted some spell. She appeared in front of the lady and the lady came to an halt almost immediately.

"Simone, what are you doing out here?" Nessa asked with an arched eyebrow and defense stance.

"To collect the baby from you." Simone answered with a glare.

Back to present:

Simone scoffed.

"B-But you are about to kill a new born in cold blood. Look, I know you are an heartless assassin but killing a child..." Her voice softened for a moment.

"Won't affect me." Nessa completed with an emotionless face. She looked down at the wailing child and glanced at the moon whose light was dim. Simone slowly and carefully muttered a spell and a ball of purple mist suddenly appeared on Simone's stretched hand. Nessa looked up suddenly and saw it coming towards her but it was too late. The mist hit her on her right arm, making her drop the child but Simone quickly muttered another spell and the child started floating in the air. Nessa groaned in pain as she held her her arm. She slowly stood up and stared at Simone with menace.

"I did not want to hurt considering the fact that you are of higher status and that you are Keeper Athena's daughter but now you have crossed the line. Permit me." She gritted her teeth and a ball of wine mist appeared on both palms of hers. She fiercely directed it at Simone who stood at her defense stance. Simone ducked it and immediately stood behind Nessa. It was like a flash. Nessa looked around, searching for her.

"Where are you?" She yelled out. Simone chortled and tapped her shoulders. While she was busy groaning on the floor, she had used that chance to hide the child.

"Right behind you." She said and as she was about to turn around, Simone punched her in the temple, making her collapse on the floor. She groaned out aloud pain.

Simone chuckled and crouched down next to her.

"I know you are fierce and you are holding back, why?" Simone asked as she gazed at her with scrutiny. When she got no reply, Simone pulled a dagger that was in its sheath in Nessa's boots. "You surrendered surprisingly, easily." She said and dipped the dagger slowly into Nessa's heart. Nessa stared at her with her eyes bulging out in immense pain.

"I know you have always wanted to die. The missions my mother made you do. The person you have turned today into, you have always wanted to be free from it. And guess what? I am making it easy for you." Simone said as she pushed the dagger swiftly into her heart. Then she pulled it out and dropped it. Nessa's lips twitched and her eyes slowly closing. She was not going down as easily as Simone thinks.

Yes, Simone was right.

She was forced on this path.

Killing and assassinating was never what she wanted to do.

But she was under Athena's influence. She had no choice and finally, she would be free.

But not easily, she has to cause Athena the pain she caused her also.

Simone stood up, thinking Nessa as a threat has been taken out. She walked over to the child and carried her. Just as she was about to say that last word of the spell, she felt something pierced through her stomach. The word caught up in her throat as she stared at her belly. The dagger she used on Nessa was stuck in her.

"...hük..." She forced the last word out and she disappeared. Just as she appeared in what seem like a pack ground, she spat out blood and had it smeared on the child's face. The child did not stop crying the whole time. Simone did not bother to look back, she dragged her feet towards her destination. Blood oozed out from her wound but she did not let it stop her. Her clothes were dripping with her blood. No doubt, that she is losing a lot of blood. The dagger was still stuck in her belly.

The promise she made to her sister kept repeating in her head.

She cannot disappoint her sister.

No!

She looked around the pack, it was dark. She had made sure to mask her scent and also muttered some quietude spell for the child to stop crying. But since her blood was dripping,They could track her. She hurriedly walked towards the place.

She finally saw what she was looking for. The orphanage.

She walked towards the entrance and stared at the baby in her arms. She placed her on the floor.

She pulled out the locket her sister had given and wrapped it round the child's neck. She was in pain. Raw pain.

Then she suddenly remembered something, the girl can be a witch.

No!

They would kill her.

She stared at the child with determination.

"I have to do this." She thought.

She closed her eyes and placed her hand on the child's forehead. Then suddenly, a bright green appeared and sank into her forehead.

"This... This would protect you." She said with a grim smile.

"My time on earth is running out. See you in the afterlife." She mumbled and slowly released her from the spell. The child cried out loudly. Simone quickly stood and disappeared.

Just as she got out from the pack, she started freezing; ice covered her entire body. She had used the forbidden spell and so she must certainly bare the consequence.

"Sister, I saved her." She said in a message and used the last strength in her to pass it across to her sister, Eleanora. She slowly closed her eyes and she froze... To death. The ice broke and her spiritual prowess flew to her mother's coven.

"Ahrghh!!!" Athena yelled and a huge breeze blew everything away. The witches cowered in fear and they fell on her knees with their head bowed.

"How could she do something like this?" She fumed with heavy breath. She had lost her child. Her precious daughter.

"Now, listen to me. From now on, Eleanora Roosevelt, is not allowed and will forever be locked in the prison underneath the south wing. Till the day, she sets her eyes on her daughter, seeing the light of the day will be impossible." Athena spoke with full authority and the thundered stroke as if complying to her decree. The witches could not look up.

Eleanor smiled as she received her sister's message but a lone tear slipped down her face as she heard the hidden message.

"I am sorry, I would not be able to accompany you anymore."

CHAPTER THREE

*Some years later*

"So you said you will love to adopt her?" The matron asked politely as she went through the files.

"Yes. We will love too." The woman sounded so eager. Been unable to birth to a child could be so scathing and make someone impatient. The matron gazed at her skeptically with her glasses on her nose bridge.

The husband on seeing this spoke up. "Erm... My wife is just too excited, that's why." He explained, forcing a smile and gripping her hands tight under the desk. She wriggled her hands away from his grasp and scoffed out. The matron glanced at her immediately as she heard the sound. The husband cleared his throat.

"So if I may ask, what is your name?" The matron inquired.

"Mr Lincoln Adams and my wife over here –" he pointed towards his wife. "– Is Mrs. Sophie Adams." He answered.

"How many years have you been married?" She asked again.

"For about seven years." Lincoln responded. Keeping his irritation to himself as everything she was asking was already written in the file before her.

"So may I ask the reason behind adopting a child?" She asked. Sophie squeezed her hands on her skirt, preventing herself from bursting out. "Inability to birth a child." Lincoln answered with a forced smile and gritted his teeth. The matron picked her telephone and punched a few numbers then she placed it closed to her ears. "Yes, bring her in." She ordered and dropped the telephone.

The door opened and a young girl in a plain gown, hair slightly disheveled and hands fiddling with the hem of her dress nervously walked in with her head bowed in anxiety.

Sophie turned around and a grin crossed her lips. She clapped her hands together in excitement. "Be organized." Lincoln muttered with clenched teeth in her ear. As she heard this, she slowly calm down and sat down straight. The matron was beginning to think otherwise. "Bring her closer." She said with her hand in a come-hither motion. The young girl alongside the caretaker walked towards them.

"This is Rose." She introduced her. "Say something about yourself, sweetie." She urged the young girl. Nervously, the girl looked up slowly and smiled a little. "My name is Rose. I am pleased to have met you." She said in her childish voice. Sophie broke into a huge smile and spoke up. "I am happy also." Pure happiness could be seen in her face and body expression. Lincoln pinched her on her laps, signaling her to act moderately. She winced silently and glared at him.

"So Rose, will you like to have a mama and papa?" The matron asked. Rose's gaze darted between Lincoln to Sophie who had a huge smile grace her face.

"Yes, I would." She answered innocently.

"Then guess what?" The matron said with a smile. Rose looked at her, imploring her to answer.

"They are your new parents." She announced. Rose did not know whether she should be happy or sad. She did not know how she should feel. Just uncertain. ***

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~Rose's POV~

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After I was told that some couple were here to adopt me. I was ambivalent. The other children in the same room same as me cheered happily and congratulated me. I did not want to leave, I had chosen this place as my forever abode but I guess things don't work out as planned sometimes, i knew I would leave some day and that day already arrived.

I stood facing my supposed foster mother. I could see how happy and elated she is. Not to mention how her lips curved to a smile when I accepted to be adopted by them. The matron stacked the files together and gave the couple their part of files, which I noticed my supposed dad reluctantly received while she shove hers under the desk. "You can take your leave." She announced.

"Hey, Rose dear." The matron called me in a caring tine which I was still trying to decipher if it was real or not. "They are your new parents. Make sure you don't give them troubles and also respect them." She advised and feigned a tight smile. I was not her favorite child over here in the orphanage, even we hardly ever talk to each other. "You can go now." She said again.

The couple stood up. "Thank you very much, Mrs Meyers." My new dad appreciated with extended hand which the matron took delightfully. My new mom smiled at her and stretched out her hands, urging me to come closer and hold. I hesitantly walked towards her with a faint smile. I could see the woman smile with her set of teeth showing which strangely relieved me. I took it and waved at the matron and the caretaker before exiting the office.

The kids over here often tell me that once a child is whisked away by rich couples, it is either one becomes a maid or live a half wealthy life. Or even be a personal maid to their own kids. And that there is no day, one would have one's life to oneself.

We soon got outside and parked before us, is a red car. We were in the afternoon and the sun was scorching. My new dad hurriedly got into it while my new mom waited. I looked back at the orphanage building. This place had been my home for the past nine years. I have never been away from here. We rarely see the Alpha of the pack but for the Luna, she always teaches us about social morals.

I have always dreamed and wanted meet my real parents but I guess fate was very careless while arranging mine with the fate wheel.

"Rose darling." My new mom's voice brought me out of my reverie. I looked up at her, shading my poor eyes from the sun with my hand. She was holding the car door, actively asking me to get in. I got into the passenger seat while the couples sat down in the front seats. I noticed my new dad did not even show any emotion about my adoption, he did not even acknowledge me. I suddenly felt like I was entering into my own doom.

"Ready?" He asked. My mom nodded and he ignited the car before driving off. I spent my time checking the roadsides and how of a bliss day it was. "So tell me Rose, what kind of dress do you like?" She asked, trying to engage me in a discussion.

"I like anything you buy for me." I answered quietly. She grinned and looked at her husband. "Lincoln, can you see how shy she is?" She asked.

Oh, his name is Lincoln.

He did not give a reply but instead he had his eyes on the wheels. I saw my new mom roll her eyes and scoffed before turning to me.

"Hey, baby. Don't be scared, okay?. When we get home, after settling down, we will go shopping." She said excitedly like some teenager. She must really be excited about adopting me but why is my dad is nonchalant about it?

"I like your eyes." She said with admiration. People tell me it was quite normal but hearing my new mom admire it, I am quite sure I won't suffer. But still I have uncertainty in my nerves.

Then suddenly the car pulled to an halt, making me jerk forward. "Ouch, Lincoln. Can't you inform us before stopping?" My mom winced out as she rubbed her forehead. He hissed out and got out before slamming the door shut.

I furrowed my eyebrows and stared at his retreating figure.

"What is with the attitude?" I thought as I looked back at my mother.

"Don't mind him. He behaves like that when things don't go the way he wants. You've got, okay?" She smiled at me which I know was obviously feigned. She got down and pushed the door open for me.

I did not even know that we passed through an iron gate. It was when I looked back that I saw that we actually parked the car in garage.

Built before me, is a simple bungalow with a door and two windows in each sides. The outer part was painted in grey and white. They were obviously mediocre people. "Let's go in." My mom urged me, taking my hands into hers like I would disappear any minute. I had my second hand fiddling with tip of my dress as we marched in. My mom pushed the door open and we both went in.

Wow, my lips went agape. I think I will take back my word earlier. This house looks small from outside but the inner was huge and well decorated. The paintings hung around on the wall, well designed and coloured chairs arranged properly. The flat screen television and set of speakers giving the place the millionaire kind of look.

I did not know when I dropped my hands and walked towards the chair.

"You will live here with your dad and I." My mom announced.