Sold To My Alpha Mate

I never should have come here. If I had stayed at home, heck, if I had gone to dinner with my brothers then mine eyes never would have befell her.

Then I never would have felt my heart beat.

Then I never would have fallen in love.

Then I never would have found myself in this position. Watching mine own mate fight for her freedom, fight for her life.

Hell's Pit.

The greatest sporting arena in all of the wolf territory close to my pack land and kingdom. I used to revel in its savagery. Bathe in the brutality of it all. But now I despise it. All of it. It looks so primitive at this moment. Like we were cannibals of old. Killing for sport. Watching while men and women fight for their freedom. Their very lives and cheered on when they fell.

It is only now that I see the ugliness of it all. No longer holding the thrill of violence for me. My heart skipped a beat at every thud of flesh against flesh. Fists to face. Knees to body.

Stop! I wanted to shout.

I wanted to kill everyone here.Every living creature that supported this. Those who look upon my mate with hatred, with lust, with their thirst for blood. My Wolf howled inside my head so loud that it was becoming hard to keep him on his leash.

I watched, with bated breath as my mate fought like a wild animal. Cheers all around whether she received a blow or dished one out to her opponent who was easily three times her size. I honed my senses. Listening to her steady but labored breaths and the thumping of her heart was almost as wild as she looked. Her scent was hard to pick apart from the mass of over perfumed females and males alike, the pungent smell of sweat and blood, puke and shit and piss. She was airborne, body flying in front of me.

Then her scent hit me, like an entire planet being thrown at me. Fresh rainfall and earth that I picked apart from the sweat and blood.

My Wolf moaned, almost purring. Our mate smirked at her opponent as she landed gracefully in a crouch. She is trying to get herself smashed by Hulk. Because that smirk only set off the big Wolf.

My mate was all over the place. Her lithe body dancing to the war drums. It was then I figured out her strategy. She was tiring out the big guy before going in for the kill. The Wolf heaved hard as he started stumbling around. My mate slashed down the wolf's chest, blood splashing onto the sand and my mate tossed away the broken sword.

Fuck! What the blazing fires is she doing? A beta wolf was hard to kill bare handed.

The roar of the patrons was deafening as my mate's right hand sunk into the slash on the Wolf's chest and violently pulled out his heart. The entire arena went silent for a few seconds and then it was pandemonium as cheers went up.

My mate didn't make a move to indicate her victory, instead held the organ in her hand, almost cradling it. The wolf fell to his knees then onto his back.

My mate then fell upon her knees next to the beast and cried? Yes. Tears silently streamed down her cheeks as she leaned over close to the beast's ear, lips moving as she shuddered. Cheers went around the arena.

Everyone screaming at each other forgetting the loss of life that just occurred mere moments ago.

"Ladies and gentlemen! There you have it! This slave has successfully won her freedom... For this month. Ha ha!" the announcer shouted, his voice quieting the arena.

"Now that the semifinals are completed this slave along with the other three are going to the grand finale!" cheers erupted.

"You all know what this means, don't you?" the bastard smirked. "You, our supporters can purchase a slave, providing their owners are willing to sell and prepare them for the finals. Should your slave win then they earn their freedom and you earn three chests of gold and bragging rights until the next Hell's Pit competition!" more cheers as the other three contestants lined up beside my mate.

The arena emptied and only a handful of people remained to speak with the slave owners. I watched on while they bartered. Only two slaves were bought over. My mate wasn't one of them. As the satisfied customers left with their purchases I made my way towards the owner of my mate.

"Greetings unto you" I said to the slaver as he bowed slightly in reply.

"I would like to purchase your charge" My beast shrieked in excitement as we were surrounded by her scent.

"What is your offer Alpha ?" the slaver asked.

"What is your asking price?" I countered.

"To be honest I wouldn't know what to sell her for"

"What do you mean?" curiosity is a cat thing.

"I only partake in the games so at least one slave can have a chance of freedom." I quirked a questioning brow.

"You see in our pack the omegas automatically become slaves. Most of them are satisfied with that life. But then there are those who want the chance at freedom. I sponsor them at the games" he explained quickly.

"That is very kind of you" I murmured.

"I would pay you back every cent you've spent on all your charges so far and an interest of thirty percent of the costs if you give me this one".

The slaver's eyes widened "m-my Alpha ! That is too much!"

"No. Please accept it. I will take possession immediately unless there are people whom she'd like to reunite with"

"Non. There is no one" my dick stirred and my wolf clawed reveling in the soft baritone of our mate's voice.

"Then it is settled" I transferred the funds into the slaver's account all the while holding my will to claim my mate back. I was quickly losing that battle.

"I am not familiar with your pack traditions but please take care of her . She may fight well because she has to; it's the only way she knows. But inside, she's fragile" Johnson, as I've learned is the name of the slaver, says softly glancing behind us at my mate.

His eyes softened in a way that I know in my heart is worry but my brain and my instincts wanted to gouge his eyes out for looking at my mate. Business concluded I fought within myself to reign in my inner battles with my wolf.

I approached her slowly as one would a deer.

Finally able to look my fill. Apart from the filth that covered her, she was a little thing. Big doe eyes swirling with all the colors I could think of. She barely reached my pecs. Little hands, but big feet and if the old saying that you could tell the size of a female's breast by the size of her feet then my mate is well endowed.

Slender hips with nice curves. Slender shoulders too, almost delicate. Her skin was brown, like honey. Pink lips, long lashes and small ears: they were cute. Her black hair reaching her waist . A nice sized butt and the curve of her calves were oddly arousing.

After my inspection I realized that she was shaking.

Her nostrils flaring, heart rate spiking and she threw off a heat that lured me in. Closer and closer. Her scent filling my lungs until all I could smell was her. My wolf suddenly surged up and my eyes shifted for a moment. I reined it in when my mate whimpered.

I did not want to scare her , I wanted to love her .

Maya's pov

Scared was an understatement as the wolf that bought me circled me. I know what he saw.

An omega.

The weakest link..

Too small; too thin. Wild hair and big feet. Weird eyes that looked like a rainbow threw up on them. A pup.

I felt it the moment I caught his scent. Mate.

My heart skipped beats, I'm sure of it. But who would want something so weak to be their equal.

The other half of their soul. I felt the pull so strong.

The need to be claimed. The need to mark. To protect and be protected. I could run to him and hold onto him for dear life.

But I don't know where I got the strength from to hold back. My body shook with the force of keeping my feet planted beneath me and my hands firmly at my sides.

"What is your name?" his voice, traveling through me I could shudder.

"W-What e-ever y-you want to c-call me Master" I thought I had gotten rid of my stutter but here and now I was absolutely nothing.

"What would you like to be called? It is your choice.

Who are you?" identity. Was he offering me my own identity?

I raised my eyes to his and was immediately caught in them.

Who am I?

I pondered this. I furrowed my brows deep in thought. Who am I?

"Maya. I am Maya" I picked this name based on a character in a novel I once read.

"Maya. I like it. I am Venom" my Master says with a bow, which he totally should not be doing.

"Why are you bowing to me? I am but a slave" I asked completely confused.

"Trust me when I say I want to do more than bow to you" I blushed at that. Why the heck am I blushing?

"Come, I will take us to my home. You can clean up and get comfortable. Hopefully it will become home to you also" my Master says leaving me confused. Turning he directed me out of the arena to car parked outside. We drove for a while before arriving at a palace.

A freaking palace. Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!

Venom! Oh crap! As in Alpha Venom, one of the notorious Alphas in the wolf territory.

"I'll um show you to a room where you can clean up. Ill lend you something of mine to wear until we get you your own things tomorrow" Master Venom says and he sounded quite excited mentioning that I wear some of his clothes.

"Yes master Venom"

"Please don't call me that" I'm assuming it's the Master thing.

The Alpha leads me to a room. A really nice room and showed me where everything was. I stripped down and entered the shower. Groaning loudly as the warm water bathed me. My tense muscles slowly relaxed. Guess this was what all the frenzy is about hot showers.

I stepped out when I had thoroughly washed all the blood and dirt from my hair and body. Where did Master say the towels were? I was turning in circles like a headless chicken. See? Who would even want somebody who can't even remember the simplest things?

For Hades sake, I've never even bathed in a shower before. Twenty-one years old and I was as clueless about the workings of a house and its items like a babe.

I opened all the upper cabinet thing-ys, nope no towels there. I bent over and opened the things below, sticking my head inside and twisting and turning to see well. Ah ha! Found it!

"Oh my Gods!" I banged my head on the board of the thing as the loud groan behind me sounded.

I rubbed at the throb on my head and turned around to see a very shirtless, wet Alpha tenting his shorts in front of me. And what an impressive tent it was. He could house an entire family of squirrels there. What the feck am I thinking?

Master's nostrils flared as he looked upon my body.

I stood still. Casting my eyes down as I was taught.

I know that look. The look of lust before they took a

slave.

"y-you can have m-my b-body Master. I am yours" the damned stutter again. I turned and braced my hands on top the table thing in front of the mirror, bending slightly and offering my body to my Master.

I was trembling so badly that my teeth chattered.

I've seen and heard how a slave is taken. I've never experienced it myself but brutal didn't begin to describe it. Slaves have been broken so badly that they come to enjoy such violence. Such force. I just hope my Master would be gentle.

"Maya? Maya what are you doing?" I squeezed my eyes shut as his hand comes down on my shoulder.

"Offering you my b-body" I whispered.

"I don't want it" my eyes snapped up to his in the mirror. Yea, I guess a guy wouldn't even want to rape me.

My mate. Ha! Mate my ass.

"Listen Maya, I.. " he paused as if searching for words.

"I like you. A lot. And I find you very, very attractive.. Um... You know what? Fuck it" fuck what? Master sounds resigned to whatever he wanted to fuck.

"Maya you are my mate. My true mate and I'm sure you know that I'm yours" damn! I gasped when he spun me around and took my face in his hands.

"I already love you. I find you extremely sexy, my body burns for you but I won't take you like this," he looks into my eyes begging me with them to understand.

"I want you to want this. I want you to choose for yourself if you're willing to mate me." I held myself back from nodding like a maniac and throwing myself at him. Golly! He says he loves me! Master loves me?! But I'm not fit to be the mate of an Alpha and prince. Oh my! Oh my!

"Don't panic Maya. We have time. I want to get to know you and for you to know me. You have a choice here. You can not want me as your mate. I would still sponsor you in the Pit games. So when you make your choice make sure it's for you." Mention of the games was like one of those cold river baths I was used to. Master looks as though he was sincere. I didn't get any negative vibes from him.

I guess I do have a decision to make. But first I have to win my freedom. Master wants me but I don't want him to be broken hearted if I lose the competition. He is my mate after all and I love him too already. I can't and won't make this kind of commitment to him only to die.

Venom's Pov

I watched Maya as she contemplated my words. I hope she chose me.

"I - I. I can't make such a decision with the competition over my head. I can't mate you because I may die in that arena next month" Maya says, looking away from me.

"Please don't say that" I whispered brushing my fingers over her lips.

"Listen Master. I accept you as my mate if you'll have me" Maya turns those colorful eyes to me.

"But only after the games if I win. I'm still a slave bound to the laws. There's no way that I could escape my fate. If we are meant to be then I will walk victorious out of that arena" I swear my eyes watered a bit just thinking of Maya dying while I hugged her tightly.

"We have to prepare for everything Maya" I say after a few moments of me holding onto my mate,

"My brothers will help with your training. We need to get you some things for your stay here" I sighed.

Yes, we do have a lot to do. But neither of us moved.

"Are you hungry? Why don't we have dinner and get some rest till tomorrow morrow" I suggested on a whisper as Maya nodded.

Maya dressed in the pants and shirt I gave her .

They were much bigger than her but the pants had

a string that could adjust the waist and the shirt hung off one shoulder but who cares? Maya was going to bed anyway.

I watched as she braided her hair , until it was one French plait down the center of her back.

"How did you get your hair like that?" I asked touching the end of it.

"I don't know. I never got the chance to untangle it and my friend Tate always burst them into little locks like these and then he'd roll them with bees wax for a day" Maya mutters.

"Oh? It looks great" I say dumbly.

"What about you know... being an omega?" I can tell you I'm old as heck but the social structure of other packs did not interest me unless it was of significance to me at some point.

"It's ... in our pack, we are a diverse clan consisting of many different ranks. It's not like a normal wolf pack, when you're born the leader of our pack uses his powers upon you to find out your future position in the pack" Maya explains sitting on the spot I indicated.

"A cub is either dominant, submissive or omega.

Omegas are the lowest rank in our realm and we are usually used as slaves be it manual labor or pleasure, sometimes just for the hell of it we're tortured brutally because in the dominants' eyes we're nothing" Maya continued.

"Have... did they do things like that to you?" I asked hesitantly.

"Not really. I've never been raped because most of the Dominants already have sex slaves that they've trained to their liking and since they don't like to do anything the stronger looking of the male omegas are put to do physical work like tending to crops and live stocks" Maya mumbled and I breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest I was afraid of her answer because of the way she offered her body to me earlier, my beast and I were ready to kill something at how scared she was.

"Why are your eyes multi-colored?" I could slap myself, was this twenty-one questions or something?

"I honestly don't know. My last master said it was because I'm a mongrel. Too many different bloodlines running through my veins, makes it hard to decide what I am. Omegas rarely shift and if they do it's a prey, never a predator and we only ever shift into a prey , I have never seen a dominant omega." Maya twists her fingers together like a child about to be scolded.

"Can you shift?" I asked and she shook her head no and bit down on her lip turning those eyes away from me.

"Well that's enough of that for now. How about that food and a good night's rest?" I said standing and taking hold of Maya's hand.

I took her to my kitchens and made us soup. I didn't want to give her anything too heavy as she looks to be malnourished a bit. I'd gradually introduce more solids in her diet later on when her body can handle it.

"Master?"

"Please don't call me that. Call me venom or Ven" I said a bit sharply but I hate that title.

"Oh... um... ok. I just wanted to say thank you... for everything" Maya says looking at her lap.

"I'm sorry for speaking like that to you. I just hate that word. We are mates and you get to call me by my given name" I say softly.

Maya blushed slightly and began eating her soup again.

"Come, you can sleep with me... uh if you want... um I mean yea... it's totally up to you... hehe... but I'd like it if you did... ah, sleep with me...yea" I rambled and added an awkward "no pressure" to the end.

"I'd like that too" Maya whispered while she blushed and I took her up to my bedroom. I am so happy I've never brought another into my bedroom, my mate being the first lover I'll ever have in this intimate space.

"Sleep. Tomorrow we'll go to the shops for clothing and other things that you'd need" I mumbled as we lay awkwardly side by side. Ever heard the saying you could cut the tension with a knife? Yea, that was us until Maya sat up on the bed.

I watched as she had an inner struggle and then she looked at me, cheeks rosy red and she crawled close to me, her head on my chest and her arms went around my waist.

I sighed into her embrace and cuddled us closer, breathing her in and my wolf purred in delight.

"Bonne nuit M-" I jostled her a bit knowing full well she was going to call me master but she smiled slightly and whispered my name.

"Good night mate" I whispered pressing my lips to the top of her head.

Maya soon fell asleep while I laid awake contemplating different ways I could make her my mate once and for all and other ways to get her out of Hell's Pit.