Mated Moon

Toying with the Alpha

"Let's go." A voice snarled, walking down the creeky hallway. The pack house was beautiful, the slave quarters....not so much.

Fable groaned she forced herself off the cot, stretching out her back as she gazed over her tiny room before quickly dressing. It had only been 2 weeks since the reaping; and her life had been hell. Between scrubbing the toilets, to cleaning the yard after the packs training; she was exhausted. It seemed the King had it out for her, making sure she was only given four hours of rest, if you could call it that.

She looked at the Beta as she waited for her task for the day, her wolf even growing week from not being able to shift and eat. "The King wants you to serve his breakfast. Get to the kitchen" He snarled, making Fable run down the stairs. A large player of raw meat and cooked eggs awaited her, she whined knowing it would be heavy. The girls giving her glares as she lifted the heavy platter making her way back to the King's office. The Beta was waiting patiently, once he saw Fable he knocked. "Enter." A gruff voice spoke.

This had been the first time she had seen him since that day, her fiery spirit not broken yet...but close. She set the platter before him, before backing against the wall. He grabbed his wrist roughly, yanking her to his lap. He sniffed her hair, thank gods she showered last night, giving her neck a lick. She trembled, terrified now. He chuckled, pleased with that response. He picked up a chunk of meat, putting the bloody mess into his mouth with a feral growl.

Fable whined softly, watching each morsel go into his mouth. Her own watering as she looked at the food longingly. She was given enough fruit and bread she wouldn't be starved, but it wasn't what she needed. This. This is what she needed. The King noticed her reactions, grabbing a small chunk and holding it Infront of her; testing. She whined moving closer to it, but didn't dare take it. "Good girl." He praised, using his other hand to open her mouth placing it in.

Her wolf went nuts, chewing the meat slowly before absentmindedly nuzzling his chest, just like a puppy would. He ate a few more, holding up another small morsel. He held it Infront of her face, "Want it?" He asked, she whined moving closer to the meat; her eyes focused. He tossed it on the floor away from him, "Fetch." She felt embarrassed, but followed the meat. "Ah, pick it up like the dog you are." He snarled. Fable got on her hands and knees, picking up the meat between her jaws.

He laughed, tossing more at her; before she knew it she lost control. Her wolf surfaced causing her to shift. She pounced on a chunk taking it in her jaws. Her fur Auburn like her hair, she had the front two feet toes a solid white with a white diamond between her eyes. She was small, easily the size of a large great Dane; nothing like a true werewolf. When she turned back to the King, he looked furious as he rose slowly from his chair.

A whine escaped her, then it click. 'Oh f**k.' she and her wolf said in unison, they slowly laid their belly flat on the ground, neck exposed for submission as she whined again. Her tail slowly wagging as she tried to make herself even smaller. "Shift back." He snarled viciously, holding her muzzle tightly. She did as she was told, sitting before him completely naked. His hand holding her chin, her eyes showed pure fear. "Your a bitten." His voice deadly.

"Y-Yes sir.."

"And you just decided to tell me."

"Y-Yes sir..."

Smack. Tears welled up in her eyes as her cheek stung, she didn't move but her body quivered in fear. "Who bit you." His voice made her heart ache. "I-I don't know sir...i-it was dark...B-But it was a werewolf near t-town..." She was trying not to cry, her voice cracking. Her eyes darted away from his, not wanting to look him in the eye. "Can you pick him out by scent?"

She shook her head no, "I-Its been 10 years..." That seemed to piss him off more. "You were only a child." He let her go, grabbing something from his desk. He clasped a collar around her neck, she looked at him in shock. "You really are no more than a dog then." His eyes cold, unreadable. "I was curious about that fiery spirit, guess I have my answer. " He sat back in his seat. She wasn't sure what to do, slowly she went for the door. "No. You will come sit next to my desk until I have decided what your tasks will officially be." He ordered, snapping his fingers and pointing to the spot he wanted her in.

Fable felt anger rising up in her chest, but did as she was told. Soft growls escaping her, earning a smack again. "Hush pup." He warned. The next few hours were so silent, it was making her feel nervous and anxious. She was sitting on her hands and knees, her head low as he worked.

It was getting dark outside now, an omega came to alert the King for dinner. He stood up, fixing his clothes before looking down at her. "Shift. I don't want anyone else seeing what's mine." His voice softer now, a bit more caring. Fable did as she was told, standing next to him, she looked like a real dog, he rubbed her ears making her lean into his touch. Her wolf had been so deprived of another, she was acting more submissive than Fable would like to the King.

"Come." Was all he said as he started walking out, she followed him eagerly at his heels looking up occasionally. As they entered the hall, the wolves and humans looked over at the King, everyone waiting for him to begin eating do they could. They all noticed the "dog" following at his feet. "Got a new pet my King?" His Beta asked with a chuckle. "My suspicion was correct. Seems my slave has more to offer." She laid at his feet before he snapped his fingers and pointed under his chair. With a soft growl she moved, watching as the wolves messily ate, scraps falling in the floor. "Clean it up." He ordered Fable. She moved quick, licking the floor clean before returning to him, she watched the slaves serve their master's, and the unclaimed watch longingly as they waited to clean.

When they were done, Fable noticed the amount of meat left on his tray. She whined, jumping up to snatch it; he always left meat on the tray for her to cook once he was done. That's when she received a hard smack on the nose, the King's eyes warning her. "That's no longer for you. Anything I have left gets split amongst the other slaves " He snarled, taking the slaves by shock. With a soft whimper she followed him again, she was still starving. Was this what it was like as a wolf? A constant need to eat?

She went to go for her room, his fingers latching onto her collar. "No. Your stuff will be moved to my room. I am no longer allowing you from my sight, who knows what else your hiding." He threw her up the stairs. When she landed, it knocked the air from her lungs causing her to shift human. She gasped for air, only to have his fingers in her hair pulling her. Fable struggled to get up, whining at the pain in her head she as followed him.

Anger started pulling up inside of her, her eyes going red as they entered his room. She lunged for him once she was free, he struck her again knocking her to the floor. The girl snarled again, challenging the king but only earning a chuckle. She went at him again, but continued to be struck down. Finally it seemed he had enough, he pinned her, growling loudly in her face as his aura filled the room. She couldn't breath, between her legs suddenly became soaking wet; her mind telling her to keep fighting; her body and wolf begging her to submit.

He seemed to notice this, his body pressing against hers more as she felt something rubbing her leg. She struggled for another 30 minutes before finally giving up, exposing her neck for him. His eyes solid black, his wolf was in control. She watched his fangs in fear as he licked her neck; tingles going up her spine.

Suddenly, he sank his teeth into the sweet spot on her neck, a pleasure filled scream escaping her lips.

Marked.