LOST MATE UNDER THE MOONLIGHT

Alternate timeline. The 22nd century.

Whatever happens in a world where werewolves rule the world, over humans?

Antarctica is ruled Alpha Arnou. He is a vicious man, who's known to spread peril wherever he goes. He is rumoured to bath in slaves blood. His kingdom is meant for bleeders and he eats slave's livers for breakfast.

Africa accommodates Alpha Kurt. He isn't known by much, but they do say that every year he buys lots of new human pets, and each ones from the previous year are never heard of again. It is said that once you are taken into his kingdom, you'd never come out again. Never.

Alpha Farkas rules South America. He is titled the cold-hearted king and nothing more. He is just purely cold. They say his beauty locks you such that you are mesmerized to serve him either in pain or in pleasure, and I can tell it is always pain. He is the stepbrother of the Alpha of all Alphas, so no wonder he receives such fitting title.

Alpha Conall: he is the Alpha of North America. He's the most brutal of the Kings after the Alpha of all Alphas. He is known to go to the Alpha of all Alphas to learn new tactics of how to torture human pets. He sees us a nonliving thing he should play with. His kingdom is the most feared.

Asia: Alpha Zev, a man of silence. No one knows anything about him. He's always keeping to himself and acting like he is an air that can't be seen. However, he is rumoured to never buy any human slaves. He's probably something close to kind if any of the Alphas are to be subjected to the world.

Europe is ruled by Alpha Connor, a man who uses his slaves as either mistresses or man power in agriculture. His Kingdom is one place any human who wishes to survive this world wishes they are sold to. He uses human slaves for sex and farming.

Australia: Alpha Ernouf. What level of sadism do one have to reach to turn his kingdom into a slavery sportsplex? He's literally the most sadistic and barbaric Werewolf ever. His kingdom is always lively for the cruel ones like himself where they bet on human lives, using them as games in their live tournament.

I am a legal property of another species- werewolves. According to history, it has been centuries since the human race was enslaved by Werewolves.

On our twentieth birthday, we are sold to these creatures for them to use according to the label we are given. For me, I am a breeder, and my academy, where I am being taught how to be the perfect slave, is located in Mexico, South America.

Today, the other students and I celebrate our upcoming twentieth birthday. Anyway, I wouldn't know if I am cursed or enlightened, as I would never allow any creature to own my body, and I have suffered a lot for it.

I am patted on the back by my best friend, Lyra, who just joined me at the cafeteria. In front of us are the kinds of food that give a slave enough energy to satisfy their master, as always.

My eyes flared, and the way my heart began hammering, I could die. The Alpha Kings don't come here. They have never This means disaster. They are the deadliest creatures this world has ever seen, and each of them rules over a continent. I am doomed. Not today that is meant to be my savior.

Thus, I do the one thing I can do. I have to die before I am taken there. As the guard approaches me, I stand up and run towards him with my fist brawled up.

One thing about these people is that they hate to be disrespected by humans, especially when there are other humans watching. They always want to show power, so I knew I would be hurt by the werewolf guard, and I couldn't be happier. I learned that from having suffered a lot of broken bones. To be honest, I am surprised at how I still maintain a clean and good body.

When I am about to hit the guard, my body is thrown by an unseen force onto the ground. I cry out as my vision darkens. My mind is being punished with their domineering aura, which hurts a person mentally. I feel as though I am being prickled with sharp, tiny knives. It hurts so bad that scratching my body against the ground is a mild pain compared to it.

Suddenly, it stopped, and I heard a voice. It sounds authoritative and barbarous. It sends chills down my burning skin. "How dare you hurt a human today, of all days?"

"She... "

"And you dare speak..." The man's voice overwhelms my teacher's. Before my eyes close, a smile dances on my lips. At least someone made her know her place.

I woke up with a heavy headache. Awareness sinking in, I cover my body involuntarily with my hands as I am dressed in lingerie.

My heart begins to spike in fear of what's to happen next. I couldn't see anything around me. There is a spotlight shining down, only onto the chair I had woken up in. Now, I stand and try to see anything in the distance.

"Have you not been taught what to do the moment you are in the auditorium? she says in a voice I do not recognize. My human senses are on the horizon. The voice echoes, so I can barely figure out where it comes from.

"Who is there?" I ask back, and another voice chuckles.

"Ah, the human lacks manners." Tells voice two. I frown at the insult.

"How about you turn on some light and let me see your ugly faces?" I shout at the top of my lungs and remain in the spotlight. If there's anything I have learned, it's not to go into the darkness when these creatures can see well in it.

"And it is rude." Tells voice one. "I will love to break it. Perhaps I buy her as a bleeder instead." Although that would ensure I die someday, it is not certain I would die soon. I wish my death was here and now.

"My dick would teach her some senses," says another resounding voice.

"How about you show your fucking fa..?" I am shunned when, all of a sudden, the ground changes position and I am now in front of a person.

His beauty strikes me hard, holding me dumbfounded. His cerulean eyes lock with my brown ones, sinking into my soul, and I allow it.

Then my eyes shifted downward toward his body. He wears a crimson-red suit, which merges with his lean structure. He gives off a powerful aura, but I haven't seen anyone like him in the academy. And trust me, these species are deadly handsome, cute, and beautiful.

"What would you think of a creature you cannot describe?" questions the one I am standing in front of. My head is raised, so I can see his perfect face with the chiseled jawline.

"What?" I ask, but he looks over to the other kings. "This toy is worthless. Maybe you should get it, Conall." He is about to walk away when it registers in my brain.

What the actual fuck?! I am in front of the kings. I begin to recognize them when I raise my face to the bleachers opposite me in the room. Six of them are here; one remains, and there's another, which is the one with the most attractive look. I haven't seen his picture before.

"Wanker!" I say to him. He's also the hotheaded one here. I noticed because others were smiling except for him.

"She is something," says voice one. I recognize him as Conall; he's the ruthless King who rules North America. He is striking as well. The pictures I have seen do not do justice to his dark blonde hair, amber eyes, and muscular physique.

"What did you say?" Says the unrecognizable one. He appears in front of me in a flash. I am about to repeat my words when, with just his eyes, he picks me up from the ground.

I'm floating, and I pray he kills me once and for all. "You are nothing, and you interest me. Take off your clothes." He says this and bends my hands to begin taking off the lingerie.

"No, no. Not my innocence." I beg, but my voice remains locked in my mind.

You aren't much of a fighter now, are you?" a strange voice inside my head speaks. My eyes are locked into his, and something tells me he's inside my head.

"Please..." While I cry and beg, I hear their laughter, and he won't listen. Without my consent, I bared myself. My tears float free. I just want to die, not be stripped of my pride.

He releases me, and I fall to the ground. Before he could walk away, I ran towards him, aiming to jump onto his back and bite him at the neck, but the atmosphere changed once again, and I was in a reversal, facing the seventh of the Alpha Kings I recognized. This is Alpha Farkas, the one with the coldhearted and merciless title, the ruler of South America. I've lived all my life here, so I dare not say I know him particularly well.

He watches me deeply, and I spit in his face, and he grabs me by the neck instantly, lightly choking me. Something about the way he speaks is familiar. "How dare you? Keep this up, and you might not get what you want. There's no death for you."

In the background, I'm receiving growls of unapproval. I have done all I can to anger them, but they won't kill me. This isn't the plan.

Then, he adds, directed at the unrecognized royal, "yes, stepbrother, you should buy this one. I agree."

The shock that settles into my body following his words is enough to make a weak person collapse. That is the Alpha of all Alphas. No, I cannot have him buy me as a pet. I am more than doomed. It would be hell. He's literally the deadliest of them all.

"Pack it up. I am done here." Says the Alpha of all Alphas.

I panic in fear. Fate has decided to fuck me up. This isn't the plan. I was supposed to be killed, not bought as a toy. In fact, I am not even trained to be a toy, but a breeder.

"Put this on," informs Alpha Farkas, passing me a robe. Quickly, I wore it. Following, a guard comes to grab me, and in the next minute, we are all outside the auditorium.

My ears are filled with the roars coming from werewolf fans, who are here to buy human slaves and see their Alpha Kings.

While I struggle against the guard, my eyes search for Lyra. Instead, I find my archenemy, Abigail. She is filled with nothing but absolute panic. She is screaming aloud as a werewolf inspects her body.

She is left naked, too, and her body is being touched by the werewolf. He pressed her breasts with one hand and checked her private parts with the other. Seeing the scene, I couldn't help but feel irked.

I'm not the type to enjoy the pain of an enemy. She is one of mine, after all. Filled with anger, I yank my hands off of the guard and run towards the werewolf. Jumping onto his back, I bite one of his ears as hard as I can.

He hit me hard in the ribs, and as I fell to the ground, I started wheezing.

As my eyes lost vision for a moment, I caught the look of gratitude in Abigail's eyes, and it was cherishable right before Alpha Farkas punished the werewolf. I hear Alpha Alaric and Alpha Farkas argue about it.

"She is a slave who hasn't been classified yet. No werewolf has the right to rape her." When I thought I had seen it all, there was an Alpha defending us.

"There is no law against raping a human," says the Alpha of all Alphas to his brother.

Alpha Farkas picks me up from the ground and carries me into his warm arms. I could swear that just his warmth heals me. I lost consciousness afterward.

My vision is blurry, but I could tell I was in a bunker and facing the wall. I shift to the other side as a whine escapes my lips. I am in a dark space inside a cell.

Soon, I manage to stand up and see a person at the end of the cell. I call them, but I receive no response. I wonder if it is a human like me.

Getting close, I touch the person, and what I see isn't a human face but a monster's, and I cry out. Tripping as I back away, I am caught by someone. I turn sharply, and I see Alpha Farkas.

"Help, there's..." But as I turn to my back, I don't see the monster there anymore. As I hear an eerie sound coming from the one I thought was Alpha Farkas, my sternum hurts from the panic in my heart.

I see the monster taking the shape of a werewolf, shifting from its half-humane body, but also taking the shape of something more. Something I haven't been taught about in class.

"Mother fucker!" I spit as I banged on the cell bar. "Help, you wankers!" I don't know who put me in here with this thing, but they must be psychopaths.

The beast is almost fully changed, and out of the blue, the cell opens. I frown at the confusion this reality is bringing. First, I saw this beast, then Alpha Farkas, and it wasn't him anymore, but the beast again, and the lock is now suddenly broken and allowing me an escape.

I didn't think much of it, though, and ran out. I wouldn't look behind me, but I hear the snarling coming from the beast, and whether or not this is real, I am running for survival. I didn't plan on dying by getting eaten by a creature I can't even describe.

All of a sudden, I hit a figure that appeared out of the blue. Raising my vision, I see that it is Alpha Alaric, the Alpha of all Alphas, and his eyes are glistering scarlet red.

He allows his face to meet mine and asks. "What do you think of a creature you cannot describe?"