MORGANA: THE ALPHA'S PET

MORGANA'S POV

I can't remember how long it's been since I got locked up. I've been wearing the same uncomfortable clothes for 2 months now, and it makes it even worse now that they are blood stained. I haven't been whipped in a long time and that's only because I've tried as much as possible to obey the slave master and do everything he tells me to.

I hate the slave master. He's a short man with a fat belly and I've always thought his face -which despite his disgusting personality- was too cute for him. He whips humans- slaves- for the dumbest of reasons. I once had a cell mate who the slave master beat to death because he asked her to smile and she retaliated by spitting in his face. An act that she paid for with her life.

He came into the cell and started giving her lashes with his whip. He beat her all over until she just suddenly stopped screaming. Her still fresh carcass was taken to the vampire slave room so her blood could be fed to the starving vampire slaves. The slave master's whip has thorns around it's edges, making it impossible for you not to bleed when you get whipped.

I was traumatized for a good two weeks after that scene. Whenever I closed my eyes, I heard her painful screams and I saw her dead body lying limp on the floor in front of the slave master. She was the only friend I had for a long while since I got locked up.

I got whipped yesterday because I overslept. The castle grounds need to be kept clean and humans and vampire slaves take turns cleaning it. Yesterday, it was my turn but when the slave master came to get us, I was still asleep. For some reason I didn't hear the sound of the annoying bell that wakes us up every morning.

I thought the slave master would cut me some slack since I've been a good slave for a long while, always doing as I'm told. He however didn't take that into consideration as he dragged me by my hair out of my cell. He tossed me around like a ball, bruising my skin with his long whip. I honestly thought I was going to die. It was pain I had never felt before. And to make it worse, after whipping me, he threw me back into my cell and poured a bucket of water mixed with salt on me knowing it would sting as my wounds were still fresh.

'I hate you' I said to myself as the fat man whipped me.

'One day I'll make you pay' I thought as I felt the cold liquid sting my wounds.

I couldn't get any sleep last night because of how bad I was hurting. Every time I tried to move, my wounds would remind me to stay still. I couldn't move and I was bloody and uncomfortable and I felt my left leg cramping up already.

'At least you're not on your period Morgana' I whisper to myself.

I place my hands on the cold floor and try to lift myself up as I hear the morning bells ring. Today isn't my turn to clean the castle grounds but the pet master wouldn't like to see me still asleep anyways.

I don't know what I ever did to offend the gods to deserve a life like this. The huge door roars as the pet master pushes it open. The rest of the slaves and I flinch at the sight of the disgusting man. Some of the slaves scoot further back into their cages, whimpering in fear. Through the power of his whip, he has learnt to command fear and obedience with his presence.

As he walks further into the cell, he comes to a stop in front of my cage shooting me a scornful look.

"Good to see you've learnt your lesson human. Next time I catch you asleep after morning hours, I'll feed you to the vampires." Two other guards behind him let out terrifying chuckles as the pet master laughs in my face. He spits in my cage before moving further in to torment other slaves.

At one point, I wanted to get fed to one of the vampires. I wanted to have the blood and life sucked out of me by one of the night walkers. It's not difficult to be suicidal while living in a place like this. A lot of slaves have attempted suicide before and some have succeeded.

Some slaves have lost hope and have accepted their fate. Working forever as slaves to the werewolf nation. Very few of us still have hope. Sometimes I think I'm the only one left with hope is this hell hole, because I have a dream. One day I will make them all pay.

The werewolves who so brutally slaughtered my parents and the vampires who have been feeding off of the humans for years. I will kill each and every one of them and power will belong to the humans.

I, of course have no idea how to go about this plan of mine given my current situation, and the fact I'm physically weaker than my enemies doesn't exactly give me the upper hand.

But one way or the other, they will all pay. They don't just get to get away with their horrible deeds. They don't just get to oppress us forever, not after all what they've put us through. Not after what they did to my parents.

I will get my revenge and it will be delicious.

After the pet master finished checking every cell to see if all the pets were awake, he stood at the center to make an announcement.

"One of you will get lucky today." He states with his hoarse voice. "The alpha's pet died. The bloody thing killed herself. Our prestigious slavery organization has been chosen to provide the alpha with a new pet. He has sent someone to fetch one of you."

As he finishes with the announcement, the doors open as a tall man enters the cells. I try to make myself look bigger as I push myself closer to the iron bars holding me in. I would give anything to get out of here. Serving the alpha would get me closer to my enemies.

Unfortunately for me, I'm badly wounded so I might not be chosen. No one wants an incompetent bloody weakling as a slave.

He scans around the cells with a disgusted look on his face, glancing from cell to cell until he finally comes to a stop in front of my cell.

"This one." The man says pointing at me. His voice low.

Even with all the pain I'm feeling a shimmer of hope glides down my spine as the man looks at me.

'Finally' I think to myself.

"What happened to her?" He questions.

"Ah, that little shit right there slept past morning hours. You don't want her. She won't do any good for the alpha."

The pet master mocks at he spits yet again into my cell.

"How old is she?" The tall man asks.

My hearts beats more in excitement. He's considering taking me with him. Good.

"18 Sir." The pet master answers.

"Get her ready. She's coming with me." The man states simply.

"Are you sure Sir? She's badly wounded and she's just a girl. I have stronger slaves in my holding cell. A strong male would be more preferable for the alpha don't you think?" The slave master questions as he glances at me with a disgusted look.

"Get her ready and don't ask anymore questions." The man says authoritatively shutting the slave master up.

The slave master grabs a collar to tie around my neck, pulling me out like a goat about to be slaughtered. It doesn't help that my wounds are still fresh and I can barely move.

"I bet the alpha will get tired of you and send you back here in less than a day when he sees how useless you are, human!" He whispers in my ear before finally giving me away to the man who came to get me.

We hop into a carriage and drive away. I take one last glance at the building in which I've lived in for a good part of my life. I definitely won't be missing that hell hole.

MORGANA'S POV

It doesn't take long for us to finally reach the castle grounds. The tall man steps out of the carriage and pulls me out of it by my leash.

Once I'm out of the carriage I squint my eyes as an unfamiliar ray of sunlight illuminates my skin. I haven't felt the sun hit my skin like this in a long time. I almost forgot what it felt like. The slave master always brought us here very early to clean so a lot of the slaves don't have the opportunity to see the sun rise.

He brought us here before the sun rose also because of the vampires since they burn in the sun. They would do their part with their legs in chains before the sun came up.

Majority of our lives are spent in darkness on the cold floors of the cells.

I breathe in fresh air through my nostrils as I remember how putrid my holding cell smelled.

The castle looks a little bit different in the light. The sun illuminates its walls giving it a not so dead look.

"Can you walk, human?" The man asks. I shake my head slowly making sure not to meet his gaze as he looks at me. It's a sign of disrespect to make eye contact with your superior.

He instructs some of the guards at his side to carry me into the castle. I flinch as one of them raises me bridal style into his arms.

"Take her to the nurses, when she's clean and her wounds are taken of, bring her back to me. She is to be the alpha's new slave so handle her properly. He doesn't want another one dying on him." The man says before sending the guards and I away.

At his phrase, I wonder how many of the alpha's pets have died already and if I'm about to walk into a death trap.

They take me into the castle, up the flight of stairs leading to the first floor and into a room filled with women in white robes and white scarfs around their heads. These must be the nurses. The room is filled with slaves who are highly injured, some of them barely even able to breathe. A shiver runs down my spine at the sight.

An elderly nurse points to a bed at a corner and the guard drops me onto the mattress. It's not soft but it's the closest thing to a bed I've had in a long time compared to the cold floor in the cell I lived in. The wounds on my back ache as he lays me on the bed.

"This one's for the alpha. Make her look presentable. I'll be outside." The guard takes off my collar and leaves me in the room with the old woman.

She takes me to a bathtub in a nearby room filled with other people who are distastefully naked. She doesn't really expect me to bathe in here with all these people.

"Strip." She orders and I hesitate making her frown at me.

"Look here, human! The only reason I'm not being harsh with you right now, even though I really want to is because you belong to the alpha and you're already wounded enough as it is. If you think you're going to get a private bathing area, then I urge you to reduce your expectations to zero. Now strip before I make you do it myself. And trust me, I won't be gentle." She says harshly.

I roll my eyes and strip, getting into the bathtub filled with warm water. I flinch as the wounded parts of my body come in contact with the water. I think about the last time I had warm water on my skin. God, it's been so long. As I'm getting comfortable with my eyes closed in the bathtub I feel a sponge glide down my back covered with bruises. She wasn't kidding about not being gentle.

I hiss at the pain as she keeps scrubbing every part of my bloodstained body with the sponge. When she's done, she dries me up and applies some ointment to my wounds.

She dresses me in a long white robe and ties my red hair up in a bun. I can't remember the last time I felt so clean. At least being the alpha's pet has its perks. Cleanliness being one of them.

The slave master hardly ever let us take regular baths back at the slavery organization. We had to live in filth. The old nurse hands me the little bottle containing the ointment for my wounds.

"Apply it to your wounds twice a day and they will be healed up in about a week." She leads me out of the room and hands me back to the guard who brought me here.

"Come on human." The guard lifts me again as I still have trouble moving properly. I know he's only carrying me because i'm the Alpha's new pet. I've never understood why they say the word human with so much disgust. Like it was a crime to belong to the human species. Punishing us for something we cannot control.

He takes me back to the tall man who brought me here.

"You may go." He dismisses the guard and I'm left alone with the tall man.

"Your name, human." He demands.

"Morgana." I say as I watch him write something down on a piece of paper at his desk.

He drops his feather pen as he stands making his way towards me. I feel smaller next to him now that we're in a room alone together. He places his index finger and thumb below his chin as he circles me, examining me like I'm prey. He grabs my face turning it from side to side making weird noises as he examines me.

He lifts my hand and cups one of my breasts making me flinch. I slap away his hand and move slightly backwards away from him. I lift my head, staring into his eyes with disgust.

He walks towards me creasing his brows in annoyance. "Don't do that again or you'll pay dearly."

"Follow me." He says and I obey. He doesn't know it yet but his name just got added to the list of people I'm going to kill when I'm getting my revenge.

'Just a little bit more patience Morgana' I think to myself. Just a little bit more endurance and perseverance and they'll all be dead.

He leads me up the third floor. We're met with a long dark hallway illuminated by a few candles. There are some paintings on the wall and a red carpet that leads to a black door guarded by two guards.

"Good day Master Reece." They say in unison as we approach the door. He's a master, interesting. He must be close to the alpha for him to earn that title. They don't hesitate to give him way as they push open the doors.

We walk in together and the room is massive. It's definitely the alpha's. About 10 bedrooms could fit in here and there would still be enough space left for more. At the sight of the comfortable room, my blood boils with anger.

Why does he get to live lavishly after all the suffering he's caused? This entire war started because of this power hungry idiot. I hate him.

I don't even know who to hate more, the vampires or the werewolves. All I know is I want every single one of these monsters dead.

A door opens and the biggest man I've ever seen steps out with a towel wrapped around his waist. I've never met the alpha in person before but I didn't expect him to be so massive. His chest is broad and his abdomen is a wall with chiseled abs.

His hair on his head is as dark as midnight. A head that I now fantasize about cutting off. He glances over at our direction and starts walking towards us.

"Ah Reece! You're here. And I see you have my new pet." His voice is fierce and loud. A voice that demands respect and attention.

MORGANA'S POV

As the alpha approaches looking very, indecent in his towel, Reece falls to the floor on one knee and bows his head with respect to his Alpha.

"This is the only one I could find that matched your description Alpha. The others were either too old or were men." Reece says as the alpha stands in front of me. I keep my head bowed as he stares me down.

SLAP!

I feel a sharp pain on my face sending me falling to the floor.

"You are to bow in my presence until I say otherwise Pet!" His voice is hoarse and harsh. A tear threatens to break free as I lay on the floor.

"You may go Reece." He dismisses Reece leaving me alone with him in the room. I make my best effort to not let the tears break free.

"Stand up, human." He chants in a taunting tune. "You're here to serve me, not lie useless on the floor."

My wounds still hurt. I still can't move properly and this fool just inflicted more pain on me. Oh how gruesome your death will be Alpha. Just wait.

I make an effort to get to my feet despite my aching body. He smirks at me as he makes his way to another end of the room. He changes right in front of me into a robe and hops in his king size bed.

"You are to bring me food, wash my clothes, make sure my room is kept spotless, organize my working area and please, no matter what happens take a bath from time to time. I despise nasty pets." He says from his bed, his voice loud enough to reach me from where I'm standing.

I realize the uncertainty of my life now lies in the hands of the alpha. He has the right to do whatever it is he wants to do with me. He could rip out my heart right this instant if he wanted to and there's nothing I'll be able to do about it.

From the few seconds spent with him I come to the conclusion that he's an impatient man. He literally slapped me for not bowing to him. As if a bow from an insignificant slave matters so much to him. He's just a jerk.

"Come here, pet." He commands and I squeeze my eye shut, mentally preparing myself for another slap as I make my way slowly to the edge of his bed. I hurt all over as I walk.

He lifts his huge self from the bed and moves closer to me getting uncomfortably close to my face. He lifts my chin aggressively making me lock eyes with him. Being this close to him gives me a chance to notice his facial features.

For a demon, the alpha is actually the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on. But he's still a demon, he doesn't deserve that face.

His pupils are the darkest I've ever seen on a person, as dark as his midnight hair. As he keeps applying pressure to my chin, I have an urge to spit in his face.

"Tell me your name." He commands.

"M-Morgana." I say struggling to speak as he lifts my chin up even more making me stand on tiptoes. Is he trying to rip my head off?

"Well Morgana, in case it wasn't clear yet. I am the alpha supreme of the werewolf nation. Your life means nothing. The only thing that matters about your existence is me. You live to serve me. I'm very short tempered and I despise pets with an attitude. Don't think of escaping because you will either end up dead or whipped. Either way, you lose in the end. There is no way out of here. The sooner you accept that, the better. Do you understand?" He lifts me effortlessly by my chin until my entire body is lifted off the floor.

"I- I understand Alpha." I say struggling to get the words out.

He lets go of my chin and I land with pain on the floor. Wow. He sure is going to give me a hard time in here. On the bright side this place is better than staying in that cell with the slave master.

The alpha thinks I'm weak, stupid. He thinks his little speech just made me hopeless. He has no idea how wrong he is. I went through worse in the slavery organization and I didn't break. A couple of slaps from time to time is nothing compared to what I've been through.

He won't ruin me that easily. He'll have to do a lot better than some harsh words. My determination to ruin him is greater than my desire to give up. Soon he'll be begging me for mercy. Soon, his kind will be the ones in cages.

Again, I have no idea how to go about this plan, but me being in the castle means I can snoop around and most importantly, find out how the werewolves got so strong. They used to be dominated by the vampires. An entire species doesn't just attain super strength over night. They have a secret and once I find out what it is, that is when I start plotting against them.

The thought of revenge makes me smirk, even as I try to force myself up. My heart warms at the thought of their screams, of them being in my place, of giving them a taste of their own medicine.

I turn my head to the far left end of the room I didn't notice before and see a huge cage. It's the biggest cage I've ever seen. The Alpha's bed could fit in there.. Realization washes over me and I understand it's mine. From one cell to the next. I sigh rolling my eyes.

However, there is something different about this cell. Inside of it, there is a bed and a wardrobe.

"That is your side of the room." The alpha points to the huge cage. "This is the first time a pet of mine is getting such special treatment and it's only because I'm tired of you weaklings dying on me. You have everything you need in there to make you a presentable pet. Clothes, a bed, pillows. So you see human, there is no need for you to disrespect me. That would just make you ungrateful." He gets out of bed and urges me to follow him as he leads me towards my cage.

"Get in." He commands.

I step into the cage and closes the door behind me. He doesn't lock it with a key though. It's probably a test to see if I'll try to escape at night or not. Surely he doesn't think I'm that stupid. Besides, it isn't time for me to plan my escape yet.

"Get some sleep. You look a horrid mess. Your duties start tomorrow. You better not disappoint me, pet! You are to be awake before me and prepare all that I would need for the day and that includes my clothing, food and well, you know the drill. I don't like repeating myself Morgana so I, for your sake, hope you have a retentive memory."

"I understand Alpha." I say.

He offers me one last glance before putting on his clothes and escaping out the room. Stupid werewolves and their bipolar behavior. One minute he's sending me flying across the room with a slap and the next he's offering me a comfortable bed.

As soon as he leaves the room, I fall onto the soft mattress. I let out a moan as my skin touches the fabric. I suddenly realize how tired I am. All the fatigue and stress I've been through suddenly comes crashing on me and I find myself falling asleep in no time. I'll be asleep all day and all night. That's enough time for me to be up before the morning bells tomorrow.