“Shut up!” He roared, as he tore my slave garment from my body in less than a second, leaving my body bare, except for my bra and panties.

“Oh my…” He muttered devilishly with lust filled eyes, as he roughly grabbed the right cup of my bra, manhandling it as if to get a pre-feel of how the main softness will feel like.

I had given up already, tired of writhing on the floor, tired of trying to wiggle out of his hold, and tired of pleading. What was the use? My legs were already held hostage in the confines of his own limbs, my throat was now sore, and all my plea fell on deaf ears.

I shut my eyes tightly, already welcoming my cursed fate, when suddenly the door burst ajar.

Who could that be? A savior or another foe? 
I opened up my eyes, already glazy with tears, and peered at the visitor.

He was a man. A beautiful man. A beautiful, angry man. I couldn’t tell distinctively his facial features because of my tear clothed eyes, but even as I laid as dead underneath my assailant, I could feel his rage rolling over him like waves. 

“Who dares to interrupt my pleasure time? My assailant asked, about to turn his head way back to see who had been standing by the door, when suddenly, in a twinkle of an eye, his head went off flying from his neck, to the ground idly.

And so, I screamed; especially as I felt his blood splatter all over my chest and face.

But in my screaming and shocked state, I was still able to hear the first words of the man since he had stepped into the room.

“How dare you to touch my mate?” He roared.

                                         *****

Olivera, the only wolfless girl in the Red Moon’s Pack was captured alongside her best friend by the deadliest pack in the entire region. While performing her slave duties for the new pack, she was almost raped by her taskmaster, but for the intervention of Raul, the Alpha of the pack, who is reckoned for his infamous curse, ruthlessness and womanizing traits.
Journey along with Olivera, and see how a shy, seizure plagued wolfless girl tamed the big bad alpha, especially when it was discovered that she was a hybrid, the chosen world who would restore peace between the two supernatural realms at war.

Since the scary Alpha King had left, I hadn't stood up from the wooden stool that was right before the huge queen bed. I hadn't moved an inch, nor have I attempted to remove the blood-soaked dress I was adorned in and wash up in the bathroom which I am sure would be nearby, perhaps the door which I was seeing next to the large dressing table might lead to that. And I was still wearing his coat. He hadn't asked for it. Rather He had ordered me to stay still till whomever it was he would send up would come with tampons and some clothes.


  Remembering his demeanor now, there had been a bit of care in his eyes no matter how he had tried to mask it with contempt and fury. But I wasn't feeling any relieved by that. He still hasn't known that I am plagued by seizures or have a wolf. I wonder what would happen if he finds out about my cursed fate. I am sure he wouldn't waste time pushing me out of this beautiful room which already makes me feel like I  am home.


Chapter 51 - Mutt