The Alpha Wolf's Slave

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Kalha breathed with a little difficulty, the stupor made her sigh a couple of times, her eyes refused to open, because she felt as if she were in a desolate and dark place. The pain in her body made her complain slightly and the desperation to hear absolutely nothing was invading her, had she completely lost her hearing? She wondered moving a little and realizing that she wasn't really dead.

A deafening cigarette attracted Kalha to reality, his eyes opened with a disconcerting speed and anchored themselves in the stretcher that was next to him. The imposing, cruel and cold man who claimed every part of her as soon as he had it in his possession was standing there, staring in one direction.

He didn't look good, his eyes were empty, his gesture aching and every part of his body looked tense, but at the same time as if he didn't have a gram of strength. He was totally devastated and then he understood, she looked directly at the stretcher meeting the motionless body of her master's moon. That woman with whom he seemed to be a completely loving, delicate and attentive man was no longer alive.

The doctors leaving and entering urgently seemed to have only eyes for the woman on the stretcher next door, because they passed her presence and the watery pain she had, made her feel invisible. Was it his fault that something went wrong? Had the baby also died? He couldn't help but ask himself the questions. Feeling the pain in his own body clarified that the operation had been carried out, they removed part of it to give it to the woman.

In the midst of her confusion, the pitillos of the machines, seeing the alpha standing as if he were lifeless, not seeing the movement of the woman or crying of the baby her mind alerted her. She shouldn't stay there, she had to flee, the woman that cruel man loved was no longer alive and the need to leave moved everything in her. Kalha with great effort and passing from his pain got out of bed, but his body was totally weakened and the resounding fall was inevitable.

His body fell hard to the ground carrying ahead the machines and the platinums with supplies that were on the small table that remained next to his bed. Tobal anchored his gaze on her, that hatred and repulsion that detonated those red eyes, that way in which he said everything with just one look made him understand many things. Kalha found it impressive that with just one look she could feel like dying.

―I want her to be taken out of here! ―Tobal roared with clenched teeth furious at the pain walking towards her.

Kalha tried to stay awake, she wanted to beg for her life, explain that she didn't want that to happen, but the weakness of her body was so great that she fainted not without first having noticed a warm hug that gently lifted her off the ground.

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The Wolf's Reflection herd and the whole Lycan world was in an unbearable sadness for the death of his beloved moon. They had even lost their alpha who due to his deep torment had not been able to leave the castle or take responsibility for his obligations, he only sank into the hopelessness that made him only the shadow of what he was before.

Whoever was called a conquering king despite the fact that there was no monarch in the Lycan world was broken. The cold, powerful, cruel man who was considered a God on earth was now worthless. Their sorrows were drowned by alcohol, the pain appeased with direct blows to the hard concrete and their wild side dominated without being able to be repressed. He could not with the affliction, the death of the woman he loved, the one he would give to his heir was no longer there and he was not able to live with such loneliness that it tore him more and more.

―Alpha. ―Farid entered the disastrous office. His gaze wandered around every corner of the place and in sight were only empty bottles of alcohol, broken furniture and the example of the torment that his alpha was going through. ―People, like me, understand that the death of the moon has been a blow from which we will not recover easily, but the moon Mielir...

―If you mention his name again, I swear to the Gods that I will kill you! ―He took him by the neck looking at him with fury, with the one that had not been taken away from him since he knew that his wife was no longer breathing. ―Get off! ―He pushed him aside and between stumbles he left the office, went through the castle until he finally went out into the open air for the first time in months.

People quickly bowed to his alpha, all worried about how he looked. Tobal had his long dark hair disheveled, his beard grown, his eyes sunken and even looked thinner. People's concern infuriated him to such an extent that he threw the bottle at his feet.

―Alpha...

―Whoer mentions my wife's name will end up in jail or in a grave! ―He said ignoring his beta. ―They are determinedly forbidden to mention their name! ―He pointed at them dominated by pain and anger. ―And you. ―He looked at his beta and pointed at it as if it were an enemy. ―You are not excluded from this, you mention it and I kill you directly! ―Farid salivated with difficulty, he knows that he is drunk and it is the alcohol that speaks for him, but neither he nor anyone else will take his threats lightly.

For Kalha everything that was happening outside was unknown, when she woke up that time five months ago she was already in the dungeon paying for the death of the moon and that of her unborn baby. The hatred with which they looked at her and the contempt with which she was treated was already a habit that did not bother her at all.

I was alone stuck in that place, but lately I had had too much company. Men, women and even children were stuck in the cell and she couldn't know what was happening because even though everyone was right in the same place as her, it seemed that she was the only one who had committed a great sin.Everyone ignored her when she tried to ask them the reason for her stay there, some even spat her out and called her cursed, mistreated her and even humiliated her.

―Come here, despicable woman. ―One of the warriors took her arm hard and pulled her without the slightest care.

Kalha moaned because of the pain of the grip, that's how it has been since he arrived. They didn't worry about how slowly her wound healed and on the contrary they hurt her by pushing her, throwing her and forcing her to sleep on the cold and wet floor, she had to be on the verge of death for someone to take care of her wound.

―"Could you be more careful, please?" ―She asked when she was dragged out of the cell. ―"Your grip is hurting me"

―Stop moving your hands like a maniac, phenomenon! ―Shouted the man frustrated by his restlessness. ―You are a rarity that no one will ever be able to understand. ―He laughed in his face. ―Be grateful that the whole world hates you for the death of the moon, now you can be in one place alone. ―He pushed her into a small room. ―Apparently that they abor you has its advantages. ―He closed the door. ―There's a bed, so enjoy it. ―Kalha, who hadn't understood most of the things she said because she didn't stop pushing her, looked at the bed and a smile was drawn on her lips, she was already tired of sleeping on the floor.

When she watched the moonlight enter through the window, a happiness flooded her. She has always had a connection with the moon and being able to see her made her happy as she had time not to do it, she sighed like the purest soul in the world and her bright eyes adored such a majestic view.

He had never blamed the Goddess for having brought her into the world, as she was, nor did she claim her for her misfortune, she simply thanked her for always being there keeping her company in the midst of loneliness.

The tiredness fell on her and the joy seemed to give her a comforting peace that led her to lie down in bed and fall asleep immediately.

He hadn't rested in months as he was doing now, the bed was soft and comfortable, but something in it felt wrong, it's as if what interrupts his sleep caused his body to react against his will.

When she opened her eyes in the middle of the darkness right next to her was a figure that looked more like a ghost, not only does he look at her with red and hungry eyes, but his powerful hands were on her.