Two Alphas, One Sex Slave

Footsteps approached me where I was tied. The chain hanging on my neck was tugged and I struggled to catch my breath.

"Stand up!" A heavy voice dictated and I did as I was told, the cold ground sending a chill through my bare feet.

Still walking, the surroundings kept getting louder.

Rough laughter.

Skunk smell of cigarettes.

Murmurs of men.

There were lots of them bidding on something. After what felt like an eternity,

the rough hands of one of the guards shoved me forward, and I stumbled, falling hard onto a raised platform. Pain shot through my knees as I landed, and a chorus of jeers and laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Two thousand for this little slut!" one man shouted, his voice filled with sick amusement.

The rest cheered at it, and my heart skipped as hands traced my bare skin.

It was dark. I couldn't see since I'd been blindfolded but the grimy hands almost crawling into my pants made me jump in fear.

My cuffed hands were powerless behind my back, my clothes stripped away. I couldn't do anything in defense, only to sob and sob till my eyes pleaded for mercy.

I am such a failure.

My life itself is so useless and worthless.

Mum died in the pool of her cold blood when the BloodyNoon pack invaded our pack. Since then, everything changed.

My father changed, the dynamics in the pack changed, the scent of the food changed- I changed.

I went from being the apple of my father's eyes to someone he could barely stand. He exchanged me for money and whatever suits his whim on the request of his new wife. For six long years, I'd been nothing but a slave, subjected to back-breaking labor that no Omega could hope to endure.

I was made to do jobs meant for four to five people to accomplish, most times on an empty stomach. The Goddess knew the kinds of beatings I'd received if I flopped at any task.

At first, I put up resistance but slowly I gave up. Escaping from here was impossible with the tight security in place. I had to get used to the bitter life and try to survive each day.

Last week, I had turned eighteen and shifted to my wolf for the first time in chains, with no one to walk me through the unbelievable pain, no one to cheer me as they did for the others.

But what else could be worse than being auctioned to s*x monsters?

"Not so fast, gentlemen," I heard a voice call out. The announcer, I guessed, stepping in before things got completely out of control. A whip cracked against the hands of the men touching me, causing them to retreat with laughter.

The announcer moved closer, his cane tracing my skin. His voice was smooth, dripping with malice. "Long hair, rosy cheeks, cherry lips," he mused, tapping his cane under my chin and then lifting it under my breasts. I winced, feeling utterly violated. "This is a fresh one. You won't find many like her. Even 100k wouldn't be enough for such beauty."

The crowd laughed, mocking the man who had placed the earlier bid. Before the announcer could say anything else, a voice shook everyone.

"1 million."

The place grew silent. I couldn't believe it. 1 million dena? To buy me??

Even the announcer was shocked for a while.

"On-one Million! Wow!" He fake laughed. "I wasn't expecting that. Any other bids?"

People just whispered amongst themselves but no one dared to speak up.

The thoughts of what power the mysterious buyer held that made them lament at his voice, and why he would offer that much for a slave itched my skin.

Their endless murmurs made it worse.

"Going once! Going twice!!"

The suspense lingered, and the crowd hushed.

"Alright then, SOLD!!"

And just like that I was sold to this unknown man.

The same force from earlier harshly grabbed my arm, followed by another and I was pulled up to a standing position.

My head hung as I was dragged out of the bidding room, and down what felt like stairs if the corners digging into my knees said anything.

Harsh lights flashed through the fold on my eyes, and for the first time in several months, I felt like I was not blind. My eyes could still sense things.

My mind was foggy and my body numb. I had never left the cold, damp walls of this foreboding dungeon in years, so barely could I say if we were heading outside or not.

A cool breeze penetrated the pores of my skin as soon as we got somewhere, and in an instant, I was thrust into a seat.

The space was filled with awkward silence, until someone, obviously my purchaser, lit up a pipe of tobacco.

He drew closer, his finger tracing my bare skin, down to my thigh. I could only fidget nervously in my seat.

"Good to know my gold was well-spent," His baritone voice echoed in my ear. He slapped the side of my head, making me wince, then offered me his pipe. "Do you smoke?"

I shook my head in fear, attempting to part my lips to respond, but his mild laugh cut me off. "Oh! I forgot! You are blindfolded. My bad."

"I don't like women that smoke either way, so it was better you didn't answer," he chirped in right after.

My cheeks flushed with fear. I hesitated, my voice trembling, "W-why di-did you of-offer me one then?"

He took a drag of his cigarette, offering no explanation, and blew the smoke directly on my face.

My eyes burned despite the fold, and felt swollen, as if they might pop out of their sockets. I tried desperately to hold back the cough scratching at my throat, but I couldn't stop it from escaping.

I was breathing fast, not because of the smoke, but because of every slight tendency that he could get irritated by the constant hard cough and hit me. I am his property and he could do to me as he pleased.

But...

He seemed so much in his element, seeing me suffer. I could sense it.

"Get used to all of this, this is your new misery now, okay?" His voice, so blunt and aggressive. He continued his smoking and blew more on my face, not caring if I choked on it.

Swallowing a million different responses, I went in with the only one he really wanted me to say.

"Yes, Master."

The sound of horses' hooves echoing against the cobblestones brought an immediate sense of dread that settled deep in my chest. When the carriage came to a halt, everything stilled for a moment-except for my pounding heart. The familiar creak of the wheels ceased, and the next thing I knew, I heard a clap. Strong, rough hands yanked me out of the carriage, their grip unrelenting as they dragged me along with them.

A rich, heady scent of sandalwood permeated the air, an unexpected contrast to the terror clawing at my insides. The fragrance should have calmed me, but I was too far gone in fear to appreciate it. My body tensed, and confusion flooded me. Why couldn't I still see? My vision remained engulfed in a suffocating blackness, the blindfold tightening my eyes, cutting me off from everything around me.

"She looks more beautiful than the rest of them," one of their voices grated near my ear, the malice dripping from his words sending shivers across my skin. "I bet she'd last a while." His voice was coarse and demeaning, twisting the fear in my gut into something even worse.

I flinched as his words pierced the air. Panic welled up inside me, clawing at my throat, but I forced it back down. No matter what happened, I couldn't let them see my fear. Another voice broke through, this one mocking, filled with cruel amusement.

"She looks malnourished," the second man sneered, his tone venomous. "She might die after a single whip."

His words hit me like a blow, and I felt my stomach drop as their implications sank in. Dread weighed heavily on me, thicker than the blackness that still cloaked my vision. I had heard the rumors about the girls sold into this life-girls who never lived to see another week. Now I was one of them.

Seven long years of suffering. Seven years of stale bread and dirty water. Seven years behind bars, hoping for an escape, for salvation. I had foolishly clung to the hope that being sold might offer me some form of relief. Maybe my new master would be kinder-maybe there'd be some light at the end of this tunnel.

But the Goddess seemed to delight in my torment.

"Take her to my chambers. I'll join her soon," came the sharp command from my master.

A jolt of pain stabbed through me at the sound of his voice, and I bit back a cry. His men hauled me up the stairs, dragging me higher and higher with each step. My body was limp, my strength drained. The air grew colder, the walls tighter around me, and finally, I was shoved onto a soft mattress. It was a shocking contrast to the cold, hard floors I had grown used to. My limbs ached as I tried to push myself upright, but the chains at my ankles restricted me.

I shivered as fear gripped me anew. Was this the end? Was I going to end up like the other girls? The whispered rumors of their fates echoed in my mind, fueling my growing terror.

Suddenly, the door flew open, crashing against the wall. The quiet of the room was shattered, and I scrambled to my feet, instinct taking over. My heart pounded as his presence filled the space, drawing closer with each step.

"Well, well, well," he drawled. His voice was smooth, but there was something sinister in its undertone. "Look what we have here."

His fingers, cold and rough, gripped my face, squeezing my cheeks with enough force to make me wince. His touch was possessive, suffocating.

"You. Look. So. Sexy," he breathed, each word lingering in the air, heavy and menacing. "What is your name, Omega?"

My lips quivered, too terrified to form words. He took my silence as an insult, and I could feel his anger simmering beneath the surface.

"Answer me!" he barked, his voice sharp as a whip.

"A-Aria," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.

He stepped closer, his hand leaving my face to trail down the side of my neck. I shuddered as he touched the vulnerable skin, my pulse quickening under his fingers.

"So, little Aria," he murmured, his tone dripping with cruelty. "I assume you're ready for me tonight?"

My knees buckled at his words, my body crumpling as I surrendered to him. The room was spinning, my mind foggy with a mix of fear and defiance. Why him? Why did it have to be him?

He gently pulled the blindfold from my eyes, and I blinked as the light from the room flooded my vision. My gaze fell on the man standing before me, and my heart lurched with recognition.

Alpha Dendrick.

The bastard who had ruined my life. The tyrant who had torn my world apart. The same despot who had robbed me of my mother's life. The man whose every breath reminded me of all the suffering I had endured.

His face twisted into a smirk as he studied me. The scar over his left eye only added to his menacing presence. His brown eyes gleamed with a hunger that made my skin crawl.

Bastard!

Monster!

Devil!

I wanted to fight him. I wanted to tear him apart. But I couldn't move, couldn't act on the rage bubbling within me. He had the upper hand, and I was powerless.

"Get on your knees," he ordered, his voice low but commanding.

My body obeyed before my mind could catch up. I hated myself for it, hated the way I bent to his will. But what choice did I have? He could end me with a single strike.

"Good girl," he said softly, brushing my hair away from my face. He stepped away momentarily, returning with a pair of black leather cuffs. "Hold out your hands."

I complied, my wrists trembling as he bound them tightly. He tossed the key onto the bed and looked down at me, his eyes dark with amusement.

"Oh, Aria," he chuckled, crouching to my level. "What should I do with you?"

His thumb pressed against my lip, silencing any response I might have had. The cruel satisfaction in his eyes was unmistakable as he stood up, yanking me to my feet by my hair. My arms were pulled high above me, secured to hooks on the ceiling.

"Get ready to be sick of me," Alpha Dendrick sneered, removing his belt with a slow, deliberate motion.

I shook my head in desperation, but all he did was smile-cold and cruel. The belt cracked against my back with such force that I let out a scream, pain ripping through me like fire.

"Alpha!" I cried out, but no help came. No one would save me from him. Not here. Not ever.

The belt struck again, harder this time, and my knees buckled under the force. My head hit the floor, and the world around me spun into darkness, pain swallowing me whole.

The last thing I heard before everything went black was his voice, cold and unrelenting.

"I am your Master. You are mine."

It had been weeks since the encounter, weeks of constant torture, weeks of forced intimacy. Thankfully, I didn't die as they rumored sex slaves to.

But I had become a shadow of myself, looking terribly pale and weak. I felt as though I was dying from the inside out, as though every moment spent in the Alpha's presence was slowly killing me.

My stomach ached terribly, and my throat was everything beyond dry. Just as the Alpha had ordered, no one could visit me except him.

He chose whenever he felt to come and feed me, and forced me to be intimate with him whenever and however he wanted.

His aura exuded so much hatred like he knew I was the little girl who lost her mom to his cold hands. My life seems so worthless having to lose my virginity to a murderer.

More than a month later found me sitting alone in my room. The room was dark, the only light filtering through the tiny barred window high on the wall. My body ached from the previous night's abuse, every movement sending waves of pain through me.

As I tried to sit up, a sharp nausea gripped my stomach, and I barely made it to the corner of the room before retching violently onto the ground.

I was wiping the vomit off my lips, when I heard footsteps approaching, and the door creaked open. Two of the Alpha's men entered, their faces grim and unfriendly.

"Get up," one commanded. "You're seeing the pack doctor."

"I'm....what?"

"You're not deaf, are you?" The other guard snarled. "The pack doctor is waiting for you."

I wanted to resist, to fight back, but my body was too weak. They walked forward and yanked me to my feet. Then they half-carried, half-dragged me down a long, dim hallway. The smell of antiseptic grew stronger as we neared a door at the end.

Inside, the room was sterile and cold. The pack doctor, a stern-looking woman with sharp eyes, stood waiting. She motioned for the guards to leave us alone, and they did, closing the door behind them with a finality that made my heart race.

"Sit," she ordered, pointing to an examination table.

I complied, the room spinning slightly as I settled onto the edge of the table. She asked a series of questions-how I felt, any pain, any unusual symptoms. I described the nausea, the fatigue, the aches that wouldn't go away.

She frowned, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "We'll need to run some tests," she said, and I felt a cold dread settle in my gut.

The next hour was a blur of needles, vials of blood, and uncomfortable examinations. Finally, she finished and stepped back, her face inscrutable.

"Wait here," she said, leaving the room with my samples.

I sat in silence, the walls closing in around me. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. When the door opened again, the doctor's face was grim.

"Miss Aria," she began, her voice softer now, "the tests have come back."

I managed to rise to my feet without retching pitifully again. "Have they? And....and what did they say?"

She scrutinized me with eyes like those of a hawk. "You are pregnant."

The words hit me like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs.

Pregnant.

My mind reeled, struggling to comprehend. "How... how far along?" I managed to whisper.

"About six weeks," she replied, her eyes still fixed on mine. "Given your....condition, this pregnancy will be difficult. You will need to take care of yourself."

Tears pricked at my eyes, and a flurry of fear and devastation washing over me. Pregnant. By the monster who had kept me in chains, who had beaten and humiliated me. The weight of this new reality crushed me, and I buried my face in my hands, sobbing.

The doctor watched, her expression unreadable. "I'll inform the Alpha," she said, and with that, she left me alone with my despair.

I sat there, surrounded by the cold sterility of the room. My hands moved instinctively to my abdomen, where a new life was growing despite the darkness surrounding us.

The door opened again, and the guards returned. They dragged me back to my room, where I collapsed onto the bed, tears flowing freely. How could I bring a child into this world? Into this life of pain and suffering?

As I lay there, the reality of my situation sank in. This child was part of me, a tiny spark of life in my bleak existence. But it was also part of him, the Alpha, the man who had caused me so much agony.

I had no choice but to carry this burden, to protect this innocent life growing inside me. Despite the darkness, despite the fear, I would find a way to survive. For myself. For my child.

******

That very same night, as the household settled into silence, I lay awake, my mind racing. I couldn't let my child be born into this life, only to be taken away by an Alpha who saw me as nothing more than a tool for his pleasure. The thought of my baby suffering in this wretched place filled me with fear.

I had to escape.

I waited until the guards' footsteps outside my door grew faint, signaling that they had moved to the far end of the hall. With my heart pounding in my chest, I quietly slipped out of bed and crept to the window. It was a small, barred opening, but I had spent months observing its weaknesses.

Using a shard of broken glass I had hidden, I carefully pried at the rusted bars. They gave way slowly, and after what felt like an eternity, I managed to create a gap just wide enough to squeeze through. The night air was cold against my skin, but it was a welcome change from the suffocating air of my cell.

I slipped out, landing softly on the ground below. My senses were heightened, every rustle and shadow putting me on edge. I had to be careful. Moving stealthily, I made my way through the compound, avoiding the patrols and keeping to the shadows. I finally reached the edge of the territory, to the border separating my pack from the neighboring one.

I crossed the boundary, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. I stumbled into the woods, my mind focused on one thing: getting as far away as possible. But my journey was short-lived.

Suddenly, I was surrounded by figures emerging from the darkness. My breath caught in my throat, and I darted behind a tree, waiting earnestly.

Were they men from Dendrick Pack?

I tried to move stealthily away, but one of them soon saw me. Cries of "Stop there!" echoed through the forest as I tried to run.

They seized me, their grips like iron, and despite my struggles, they dragged me through the forest.

Soon, I was dragged into the pack house and dumped in front of their Alpha. My heart pounded in my chest as I was thrown to the ground at his feet, dirt and leaves clinging to my skin. I dared to lift my head, my eyes meeting his.

He was imposing, towering over me in all his mightiness.

But for the first time since my first shift, I could sense my wolf leap in amusement.

He isn't my mate, is he?

His bright red eyes held a flicker of something I couldn't quite place as he looked at me. He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving mine.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, he asked one of the men who caught me. "Hope she is not one of those assassins disguised as sluts?"

My heart sank at those words. It never changes with men seeing me only for pleasure, but somehow, I expected something different. I still feel something different.

"Speak, young lady. Who are you?" He snapped.

"I... I'm Aria," I stammered, my voice trembling. "I escaped from the Alpha of Dendrick. Please, I need help."

His gaze hardened at the mention of Dendrick, and he looked at his guards. "That man, again!"

Turning to a maid standing nearby, he ordered. "Take her to one of the guest rooms. Clean her up and see that she is comfortable. Once she is ready, bring her down for dinner."

The maid nodded and gently took my arm, guiding me away from the hall. I followed the maid, my legs shaking with exhaustion and relief.

The maid led me to a spacious room with a large bed, a private bathroom, and a wardrobe full of clothes. It felt like stepping into a different world.

Perhaps, just perhaps, I had found a place where my child and I could finally be safe.