Claimed By The Cruel Alpha King

Elara Slaves were invaluable, slaves were useless, slaves deserved to starve, slaves deserved to be f****d. It was a usual statement that I had grown used to during my time in the Ashlore Pack and Alpha Ace Ludwig proved it with every visit. He worked himself to the bone, and I was his daily dose of relief. He'd come here every night, torture, claim and leave me with several bruises before leaving for his quarters. “Elara, open up the door.” His deep voice rang out and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I'd hoped that the Alpha would grow tired of me and that he just wouldn’t come anymore. But when I heard the knock on the door, my legs went weak. I knew he'd storm in here, pin me against the bed and feast on me like a meal. He'll ignore my cries, my pleas, but on this night, I just wished he would go away. Sucking in a breath, I gathered my courage and walked towards the door, “Alpha Ace, if it pleases you to let me have today. I promise I will serve you well tomorrow.” My voice trembled as usual, mostly because I was referring to the Alpha, asking for something almost impossible. Everyone feared him, the maids, pack members and other slaves. But he treated me even worse. For the whole day, I got busy with chores, but I wasn't rewarded with food or anything to eat. The same thing occurred last night and the day before, but Alpha Ace would never stop using me for his selfish desire. My back hurt like hell, and my whole body seemed to be against me. Engaging me in such activity with nothing in my stomach could end me. “I see you have a death wish.” It wasn't just a statement, it was a threat. I recognized Alpha Ace's voice whenever he made a threat. He had threatened a slave once for disobeying his orders, and she never saw the light of the next day. It was why people feared him, he never made empty promises, but as people feared him, I wondered if they disliked him as well. Just as I disliked him. My hands trembled as I quickly unlocked the door, stepping away hastily, “I'm sorry, Alpha. Forgive this slave.” I bowed my head, not daring to stare at his eyes. His mere presence frightened me, and the fact that we were breathing the same air was even more terrifying. My eyes burned, but I blinked back my tears, mustering my courage for the second time.“Alpha, please…… don't touch me.” A sly smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He took a step forward, and I stepped backwards subconsciously. “Give me one reason why I shouldn't touch you.” He should have been generous to ask for a thousand reasons why he shouldn't lay his filthy hands on me. I hadn't eaten for days, been forced to clean, scrub and wash. I had been sent on errands, made a pleasure machine, and my whole body was still sore from last night, but here he was again, hungry for more. I stared at my feet, clutching my dress hard, “I…” I struggled to speak, but I couldn't utter more words. “I take it that you have no reason.” He reached for my arm and pulled me towards my bed, “what did I tell you about trying to refuse my orders?” “I would never refuse your order, Alpha.” “But you just did.” He pushed me hard on the bed and I gasped, catching my breath as he loomed over me. A tear slipped down my cheeks, “please don't do this. Alpha, please. Please— please don't do this.” “Shh.” He placed a finger on my lips and caressed my face, “One more word, and I might do something you'll hate.” I pressed my lips together, watching as he tore my dress effortlessly, shredding it in pieces. He tossed it aside and smirked, eyes feasting on my body, “You still have my marks on you.” “Alpha, please…..” He took off his shirt a little too quickly and unbuckled his pants. He flung them all away and positioned himself before me, “I told you not to say another word, Elara.” I clenched the sheets as he forced himself into me, showing no mercy. He was large, so f*****g large I felt myself tearing up. Another tear slipped down my cheeks as he went faster, wrapping his fingers around my neck, “A slave should serve; a slave shouldn't argue or refuse her Alpha's demands.” He squeezed a little, almost crushing my slender neck, “open your eyes and stare at me.” My eyes remained closed, I always hated looking at him whenever he f****d me like a w***e. Each time I stared into his eyes, I couldn't control the insane thoughts spinning through my head, a hundred thousand ways to send Alpha Ace to hell. “You heard me, open your eyes.” My eyes shot open, fixed on his piercing blue eyes, and as he hovered above me, I could only think of one word, ‘Revenge.’ Just like every other night he left, He shattered my heart, my whole being and left me to pick up the shards. He made me feel worthless every f*****g day, like a piece of s**t and used tool. I lost my confidence, my pride, I became a young girl who couldn't speak for herself. I clutched the sheets hard, feeling all sticky, dirty and useless. I felt the insane urge to pick a knife and end it all. It would always continue this way, it would never really end. The pain, the misery and the torment. I could still remember the first day I stepped my feet into the Ashlore pack. A broken young girl, deserted by her father and made a s*x slave. It was my nineteenth birthday, but I was still without a wolf. I was a disappointment to my pack and my family, but I was more disappointed in myself. Friends at college mocked me, called me a failure, and I wondered if that was all I was. A failure, a pathetic werewolf without a wolf. I had wanted to run home to my father with teary eyes. I couldn't handle the pain, the way my heart squeezed like it was going to jump out of my chest. I needed some assurance that I wasn't a failure, that I was going to get my wolf someday, one day. But I met three burly men in my home, my father absent. Having a photographic memory could as well be bad luck because I still remembered them. The f*****g guards of the Ashlore pack, the three of them were strong, tall, twice my size, but they had different expressions on their faces. I had asked for my father, tried to yell his name, but they captured me and brought me before Alpha Ace Ludwig, the powerful Alpha of the Ashlore pack. Hearing the news of my capture, my father was the first to get to the pack house, pleading to meet me, and when he did, he couldn't even save me. I had found out the truth about his crimes, how he sold out the Alpha’s mate's location to get some money for my mother's treatment. My mother died anyway, and the Alpha lost his mate as well. My father had killed the Luna, it made him on the run. I understand he did it for our family, but why was I the sacrifice? Alpha Ace gave him an option, lay down his life to save mine, but he scurried away with a tail in his legs. He neglected me, his nineteen-year-old daughter, and continued with his usual routine. I was made a s*x slave, a pleasure machine, and each time I remembered my father's expression, I felt like slitting his throat with a dagger. Over the years, I had expected Ace Ludwig to grow tired of me. All men grow tired of a particular woman, but he never stopped. He was always hungry for more, night after night he came to claim me like the beast he was. I looked down at myself, staring at the mess he made of me. He always used protection, he never wanted a slave pregnant for him, it only showed how useless and pathetic I was. I tried to move my legs, but they felt like a chunk of wood, still sore from the Alpha's torture. My lips trembled as I placed my hands over my face, sobbing out loud. I should have ended this a long time ago, killed myself when I had the chance. I had been presented with several opportunities, but I always hoped my life would turn out better. Now it was really a dead end, wasn't it? It was late in the night; the whole pack was asleep—except the pack soldiers. Getting up slowly, I grabbed some clothes from my closet and stepped out of my room. I walked across the hallway, staring at the portraits of his ancestors with a bitter smirk, knowing his would be placed there sooner or later. I proceeded outside the pack house. If the pack soldiers laid their eyes on me, I would be returned to my room without a second thought, but avoiding them was easy. There were several ways to move around the pack house unnoticed, but I couldn't be gone for long, they would find me and make sure I was returned back to my room. I tried to escape once, but the Alpha dragged me hard and f****d me until I couldn't raise a leg. He tortured me in the worst ways possible, and I finally gave him the nickname ‘monster.’ bet he was even much worse than the monster children feared. Finding the fountain in the pack house, my lips curled into a sad smile. This was it, the end of Elara Rosie Edward, the wolfless daughter of Robert Edward. I stared at the moon one last time and smiled, I was finally leaving hell and welcoming death. I turned to stare at the fountain and jumped in, slowly feeling my life, my worthless life slip away.