The Alpha and his submissive wife

The Alpha’s Slave: Chapter 3

Before she could react, his large hand gripped her waist and pulled her against him.

The contact ignited her with rage. Susana struggled, hitting his solid chest with her fists, trying to break free, but his body didn’t yield an inch. The closeness was suffocating — the heat of his skin seeping through her clothes, paralyzing her more than his strength.

“I can’t breathe… Let me go! I’m not yours! I’ll never be yours!”

—“Let me go,” she gasped, her voice trembling.

He looked down at her, close enough for Susana to count the small lines forming at the corners of his eyes when he smiled that cruel smile.

—“Walk,” he ordered.

The word echoed inside her like a sentence. Her feet moved reluctantly, driven only by the pressure of his arm around her waist.

They walked toward the heart of the pack. With each step, the murmur of voices grew louder. The forest slowly opened up into a wide meadow, where wooden and stone huts stood — rough but solid. Children ran barefoot through the damp grass, women washed clothes by the stream, and young warriors trained under the gaze of their elders.

The life of the pack unfolded before her like a wild village hidden deep within the forest. But as soon as they saw her — the human girl held by the waist of their Alpha — everything changed.

The laughter stopped. The water stopped splashing. Every head turned at once.

The murmurs grew, spreading like a coming storm. First came the stares — distrustful, hostile. Then the growls.

The women sniffed the air, wrinkling their noses in disgust. The children, imitating the adults, bared their teeth and hissed like little cubs.

—“She smells like human!” spat an old woman, raising a bony hand toward Susana.

Those nearest stepped forward, crouching slightly, ready to pounce.

A teenage boy shifted partially, his snout elongating, fangs glinting under the light.

—“Get her out of here! She’s the traitor’s daughter!” another shouted.

The air filled with furious growls and barking. A wave of bodies began to advance toward her, driven by collective instinct.

Susana felt the ground tremble beneath her feet — they were about to tear her apart.

Fear gripped her chest like a claw. She shut her eyes, bracing for the attack.

But it never came.

A thunderous roar ripped through the air — deep, brutal, inhuman.

It was Ritus’s voice.

The sound shook the ground, freezing everyone in place. Some stepped back, others bowed their heads instantly. Silence fell like a hammer.

The Alpha’s blue eyes blazed with restrained fury as he tightened his hold around Susana’s waist, pulling her closer.

—“Enough!” he thundered. “She is not yours to attack!”

He slowly turned, sweeping his gaze across every face — every trembling wolf still panting with rage. No one dared meet his eyes.

—“Listen carefully,” he continued, his voice grave and resonant. “This human will not be your mate. She will not be your equal.”

He paused, letting the silence sink into every skin. Then his lips curved into a cold smile.

—“She will be my slave.”

The crowd erupted like a storm. Some howled with glee, others growled in disgust, but no one dared to defy him.

Ritus lifted his chin proudly, pressing Susana even tighter against his side.

—“She will pay with every breath for the blood her father spilled. And as long as she lives under my command, none of you will touch her… unless I command it.”

The tension broke in a collective howl. The pack answered in unison, accepting their Alpha’s decree — obeying, even if many did so with bitterness in their hearts.

Susana, however, felt the blood drain from her face. Her legs trembled, her throat went dry.

“Slave… He’s condemned me. My life no longer belongs to me. What do I have left?”

When she dared to look up, Ritus’s eyes were on her. There was no hatred in them, nor pity — only that dangerous fascination, that cold fire that bound her more tightly than any chain.

—“Now you are mine,” he whispered, barely audible for her alone. “And you will understand it… even if you have to hate me every single day.”

The word slave lingered in the air, as if even the forest refused to absorb it.

Its echo bounced off the trees, the mountains, and the chest of every wolf who heard it.

Susana remained motionless, her body stiff under Ritus’s arm. Fear pierced her like an icy blade, yet her face still held that delicate defiance — a beauty that didn’t go unnoticed.

Her dark brown hair, long and wavy, clung to her skin with sweat and forest humidity. Strands stuck to her cheeks, but her eyes — large, deep green, like spring leaves — glowed with suppressed fury. Her nose was straight and fine, and her full lips barely parted as she breathed raggedly. She looked fragile, but within that fragility there was something unbreakable — a dignity even fear couldn’t strip away.

Some wolves looked at her with contempt, others with a darker curiosity — as if her difference was both an insult and a temptation.

—“She looks like a fragile doll,” muttered a woman with gray braided hair, her high cheekbones and dark eyes gleaming. It was Isolda, the pack’s elder counselor, whose tongue was as sharp as her instincts. Her voice dripped venom. “She won’t last even a single moon among us.”

Beside her, a young woman with fiery eyes stepped forward.

It was Nerea — red-haired, her amber-golden eyes burning with jealousy. Her wild beauty was marked by freckles over a sharp nose and the athletic strength of her body. She had been desired by many warriors, and her devotion to Ritus bordered on obsession. The hatred blazing in her eyes toward Susana was unmistakable.

—“Her?” Nerea scoffed, baring her teeth just enough to flash her fangs under the light.

“She’s not even worthy of licking the ground you walk on, Alpha.”