BEING THE ALPHA’S SLAVE.

Chapter One. Tina’s POV. The others were trying their best to look presentable enough, but I didn’t bother to. Not because I was too cool, but because I didn’t want to be bought. What we endured here was inhumane, right, but I had heard worse stories about the buyers, including one who brought his pet slave back, and he died a day after as nobody could do anything to save him. Living in a pack like this wasn’t advantageous, and unfortunately, most of the packs were all like the one I was sent to be sold at. I hurriedly cleaned up the tears on my face as the slave master approached with a stern look. “Today, the royals would be coming to pick out some of you for themselves. Be on your best behavior, or I’ll ensure that nobody who is left behind would be glad they are.” The bald man with a moustache and a fat belly said. Then he turned to look at me, and I sighed, looking away. I had been here for a while, and for some reason, I hadn’t been bought. I knew I looked defiant, but some also did and got bought anyway, and I had heard some insult my curly hair and dark eyes, saying I looked possessed. The slave master had threatened to kill me if I didn’t get sold before the end of the month. I looked away from home, preferring to be killed than to be sold. My father was the alpha of a small pack that got raided and destroyed by bigger ones, and while my mother sacrificed her life to set me free, I ended up being captured regardless, and I got beaten up for ‘stressing’ my captors. Suddenly, the door opened, and something forced me to look up at who that could have been. Something I never usually did. I was met with a pair of speckled green eyes, and I felt like I couldn’t look back. The man looked away eventually, and so did I. It was not right for us to stare at customers like that, and I hoped that the slave master hadn’t seen. Unfortunately, the slave master was giving me a glare, and I knew exactly what it meant. A lot of trouble for me soon, but I was already used to it. My eyes instead, were on the back of the tall man with speckled green eyes and jet black hair that shone. When we looked at each other, he had beautiful facial features, and while a lot of men here were pleasing to look at, this one was different. “How may I help you today, sir?” The slave master asked with a small bow. “What do you have?” “Slaves, pets, miscellaneous.” The slave master raised his eyebrows suggestively, and I wanted to gag. “Are they all trained to do their work?” The man asked. “Yes, all hand picked and taken care of according to their purposes. The pets are beautiful, and they have the smoothest skins and softest hair. They can also multitask.” The man looked around before he went further in with the slave master. Surely, he wanted the pets. I couldn’t help but scoff until the two men came out empty handed. The man’s eyes scanned over the room before he came to stand in front of my cage with an unknown expression in his eyes. I frowned and tried to scoot away from him as much as the cage could allow. I didn’t want to be sold as a slave to someone for whatever purposes. I’d rather jump into a deep hole. His eyes moved down to my exposed thighs, and I covered them. “I didn’t know that you hit your goods. Why did you hit her?” The man asked, his face steeling. The slave master looked like he was about to pass out. “Only when they do something really wrong. She was running her mouth to a customer, and I decided to teach her a lesson when he left.” The slave master said, and my eyes widened. How could he just lie like that? The man nodded before asking for my age. The slave master looked as surprised as I was. “She’s seventeen.” “Educated? Any special talents?” “No idea, but she was a steal from the Runners’ Pack.” The slave master looked extremely excited. The man looked from me to the slave master before nodding. “I see. That was a long time, so why is she still here?” He asked, and the slave master shrugged. “She’s a bit of a pain to deal with. Too stubborn, and too scared, it looks like.” “I see.” The man said, nodding. “I will buy her. State your price.” What did he mean by that? I wasn’t interested in being bought at all! I wanted to die, so who did he think he was? “Forgive me, my lord, but why?” The slave master asked, and this would have been funny if I wasn’t the one being sold. “I want to train and tame her.” The man said, right in front of me, and I scoffed, shifting back as the slave master called one of his attendants to unlock my cage and have me cleaned up and packaged for the buyer. I struggled against his hold, and the slave master came in to hit me before the man spoke. “Stop.” He merely said, and the pet master stopped in his tracks. “Learn your manners and know that I don’t want any more damage on my property. Just because I didn’t complain about it doesn’t mean I’m happy with it.” I had no choice but to follow without getting cleaned up, because the man had requested it. Then he picked out a leash and had the audacity to ask me if I liked it or not. Not like I cared because it was going to be around my neck like a dog regardless, and I did not find that entertaining in any manner. Nobody would if they were in my shoes. “Do you want any more accessories, sir? We have a lot of beautiful ones here which might look good on her.” The slave master said, handing him a pink whip with glitter. “She’ll love it, and if you’re looking to make her a personal slave or pet, it would be perfect. Correcting her with love.” The slave master looked pleased with his little speech. I looked up and caught the slave master’s eyes, and quickly looked down. My new owner had then purchased a few things before tugging on my leash gently while I was lost in my thoughts. He tugged harder, and before I could look up, he was already dragging me on the ground before turning to the slave master. “Look at this, it seemed that you were right. I will have new use for this whip that I bought.” The man had stopped to speak, and I turned around to look at him, hoping that he would be too distracted to notice me sitting on the ground to catch my breath. That was when he yanked me up and continued to walk, and I just wished that I could stand up properly instead of being dragged like a dead animal. The man seemed to be better than the slave master, but I knew those tactics. It was all for show, and nothing else could be done by me. I just had to face the consequences of being bought now.