Mated To My Captor’s Enemy

Chapter 1 Elara “Again!” The slave mistress ordered, spilling dirt on the spot I’d just cleaned. I gritted my teeth and avoided glaring at her with the hatred I was feeling. The last time I did, I’d ended up with bruises on my cheeks, arms and back. “Yes, mistress.” I mumbled. “What was that? I can’t hear you.” The mistress sneered, whip suspended in the air in wait for me to utter something wrong. I forced a sweet smile, my stomach hurting at the effort. “Yes, mistress.” I repeated in a louder, clearer voice. She regarded me with disgust for a moment, then walked away. Once she was out of earshot, I relaxed my tense shoulders. Winter was meant to be perfect. While the harsh winds threatened to bring down your house, you'd be with your loved ones, nestled in the warmth of their love. Just the sound of their voices and the crackle of the fire at the fireplace was enough to fill my heart with warmth, but It was different for me. I didn't just dread winter alone; I was terrified of the night as well, the darkness that loomed over the world when the day was over. Children feared the dark due to monsters that lurked around during odd hours, and just like them, I feared the monster that came for me each night. “You should go now. The Alpha may arrive soon,” Cicily- a fellow slave- whispered, gesturing at the path that led to my room. I nodded, and left. Wrapping my arms around myself, I stared at my window, watching the dull, grey sky. With each second that passed by, it kept getting colder and darker, and even in the comfort of my room, I kept staring at my locked door as fear slowly crept into my heart. Alpha Ace Ludwig was used to overworking himself daily, and I was his daily dose of relief. He'd come here every night, claim, rough handle and leave me with several scars before leaving for his quarters. I'd hoped the long night would come to an end, that the Alpha would grow tired of me, but when I heard the knock on the door, my legs went weak. Slaves were invaluable, slaves were useless, slaves deserved to starve, slaves deserved to be f****d. It was a usual statement that I'd grown used to during my time in the Ashlore pack. 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 after, 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. I heard a loud knock again, this time with more urgency. “Open the door, slut.” I heard him grunt from the other end, and I wondered if I should open up for him. He'd storm in here, pin me against the bed and feast on me like a meal. He’d ignore my cries, my pleas, but on this night I just wished he would go away. “Elara, open up the door.” His deep baritone voice rang out once more and I felt a shiver run down my spine. His voice always had that effect on me, freaking me out like it was the end of the world. Everyone feared him, the maids, pack members and other slaves. But he treated me even worse. I sucked in a breath, gathered my courage and walked towards the door. Wrapping my fingers around the doorknob, I swallowed hard and pressed my lips together, “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. He could have me killed, but I dared to ask for his mercy. My stomach grumbled in protest, reminding me that I’d had nothing but a measly little slice of bread to eat all day. “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. Loathed him with every fiber of my being. 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. I raised my head to stare at him, “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 backwards “Give me one reason 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's, 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?” My eyes burned, “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 bedspread 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 little 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.’