The Alpha's Hated Sex Slave

When the old lady left the room, I slowly walked to the bathroom, ashamed of what had just happened. The first thing I did inside the washroom was brushed my teeth using the spare toothbrush on the counter. I vomited a few hours ago, and my mouth was sour. I coated the brush excessively without minding. I groaned out when the minty flavor coated my teeth and tongue. After all those days, it felt good to have something clean in my mouth.

Never thought that a menial thing such as brushing my teeth would hit me hard with such relief. I never would have thought of myself being sold to the werewolves too. It all happened mysteriously, just like how I lost my baby.

After some time, I stood under the shower, the water was warm, but I groaned when it hit my sore muscles. Every part of my body was aching too much.

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With so much struggle, I managed to open up my eyes. I turned my head, squinting only to find the sun's bright rays streaming through the window. Though it was already morning, my vision was still blurry as I looked around with sleep-laden eyes. 'What am I doing here?' I mumbled to myself as I climbed off the bed.

Slowly, I tried to walk, but my legs collapsed just as I went to the bathroom, causing me to fall onto the cold floor. 'Get a grip!' my subconscious reprimanded me, but the stomach pangs were getting worse.

With all the strength I could muster, I finally got up and went inside the bathroom. Horror and disbelief greeted me when I saw my reflection. I couldn't believe it. When the woman told me to shower, I humbly followed but didn't wash properly. Now that I looked at myself, I understood why the guards were laughing at me. I looked terrible; my hair was wild, like a bird's nest, with strands of hair sticking out in different directions and the wounds all over my body complimented my helpless state.

'My skin...' I thought as tears rolled down my cheek. I had minor wounds covered in blood all over my body. 'The mark?' I suddenly thought and checked my reflection in the mirror once again. As unbelievable as it was, I really had a mark, and it was glowing. 'How did I get it?' I walked back to the bed, lost in my thoughts. 'Why didn't I have it before?' I sat down on the bed, wondering.

'But... why me out of all women? I have faced a lot of troubles already...' I felt weak as I questioned the events happening in my life. I was on the verge of crying as I plopped down on the bed to rest. Without a minute passed, just when I had just made myself comfortable, I heard a sudden jiggling of keys outside the room.

Someone was going to enter, but whoever it was, I now didn't care. I just got the duvet and covered myself. Surprisingly this time, it wasn't the old lady. Instead, a lady dressed up in an apron came in. She had a polite look on her face and looked like someone in her early thirties.

With a broom and dustpan in her hand, I knew she might be a cleaner. Her hair was pulled up in a tight bun, and carefully she closed the door behind her. "Please make yourself comfortable, miss Zoey. I am not going to harm you," she politely talked to me. "Comfortable?" I angrily asked her.

"Yes, miss. You can go ahead and shower as I clean your room," She responded humbly, but her words annoyed me more. "Do whatever you came for as soon as possible and get out," I snarled before I dipped my face into the pillows.

She was another piece of shit.

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In the next couple of days, I didn't leave my room. I would only lay in bed and then wait for the cleaner or the guards to serve me food. This afternoon I lay in bed with my eyes focused on the white-painted wall. As I stared at it for a while, I found my mind drifting to the bastard, the Alpha. Since he harshly commanded the guards to bring me into his chambers, I have never seen him. I didn't know what he thought of doing to me.

Just as I was lost in my reverie, I heard the door creak open, but I didn't make a move. I was now used to this. The cleaner tried to befriend me, but I ignored the lady. I wanted to be alone. Trying to keep my breathing regular, I stayed absolutely still while keenly waiting to know who had entered the room.

I instantly froze when I heard the door close. It wasn't the cleaner. It wasn't the guard. Upon the realization, I completely stayed more still on the bed. It was him. I knew it was him without actually seeing him because I could feel his dominance in the room. His aura was cold, and I could feel his harsh gaze creeping.

Silently afraid, I didn't dare to open up my eyes. I didn't know what the Alpha was going to tell me. "I know you're awake," he soon deadpanned, his voice deep and dark. It reverberated in the room, which made my heart beat more in my chest.

"It's good that you know. Say whatever you want and get your ass out," I harshly snapped back at Damien. I didn't care about whatever he was. I wasn't ready to obey him. "Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?"

Within a few minutes, I was pressed harshly against the wall with his hand gripping my neck. "Don't hurt me! Leave me alone, you bastard!" I screamed loudly as I tried to remove his hand from my neck. "You know it already that I don't like you, don't create the beast out of me," he harshly informed me while loosening his grip on my neck. I felt a bit hurt by his words. Everyone in the world did hate me.

"Learn your manners from today and onwards," he added quickly before letting me free. I whimpered when I fell down but promptly collected myself and glared at him. "Starting today, you must address me as Sir while speaking to me." I instantly turned my furious gaze at him when I heard him say that. He really had the guts to say that even when I barely knew him, he was already making demands.

"In your dreams, son of a bitch!" I cursed out. "Let this be the last time, bitch, for you to disrespect and challenge me in my own pack," He loudly growled while staring into my eyes. His glare was so intense that it oozed power and domination. It was hard for me to stare back for a long time, so I shifted my gaze and looked elsewhere.

"Secondly, you do have to look at me when I am addressing you," He commanded in a harsh voice. "Fuck you. Go and give those rules to some other bitch, not me!" I hissed out through the cracks of my teeth. My lips curled into an ugly snarl, and my blood boiled more in my body. He was seriously getting on my nerves.

"Which other bitch am l going to give these rules?" He chuckled. "You're the only bitch who will satisfy my needs."

"You're a fool. If you think I am going to lay down and spread my legs wide just to pop out a dozen kids for you, then you must be a psycho that needs to be locked far away from here," I replied with a mischievous grin on my face.

"Actions are better than words." I saw him smirk in return. "As if I am going to stay here and let you have your way with me," I retorted, but my words didn't seem to faze him. He only smirked more as if he found me amusing.