Slave to the Alpha

Chapter 1: The Slave

Rose bolted up from her cot, body drenched in sweat as the memories from that horrible day faded, her breathing labored as she tried to calm her heart. She couldn’t stand hearing his voice, even in her dreams it made her stomach turn into a knots of hated and fear.

That monster had killed her family, starved and tortured her, and then sold her to this horrible pack.

Rose looked over and was glad to see that her nightmare had not woken any of the other girls. She was only one of five girls who currently lived in this basement storage room, all of us having been either sold to the pack or pack children who had been orphaned. She was one of the two oldest, the youngest was twelve.

Taking the opportunity of being up early, she stood up and headed to the main floor bathroom to cleanup and get ready for the day. She washed and tightened the bindings that helped flatten her chest, placing her baggy shirt on. Braiding her dark red hair and placing it into a bun on the back of her head, she let a wisp of hair frame her face.

She reached for the lid to the back tank of the toilet and lifted it, placing in gently on the seat. Reaching into the tank she pulled out a Ziplock bag filled with her “makeup” and made her self ready to serve the assholes of this pack.

Turing to the mirror, Rose stared at herself. Her cheeks looked hollow, her green eyes tired and dull, lips cracked and dry. Rose smiled, Perfect.

Rose had learned quickly from girls who were in the basement before her, don’t attract attention, especially from the males of the pack. One friend had even taught her how to use soot, flour and rubbing alcohol to make her features harsher and less appealing.

Double checking once more, her eyes caught sight of the bane of her existence, the slave collar that adorned her neck. The silver band hung just loose enough for the Alpha to slip his fingers through when he felt like lifting one of them by it to prove a point. Carved onto its surface where witches ruins that she could not understand. It had no lock or seam on it and as she had grown, it had grown with her. This stupid band suppressed their wolves, made them obedient to all wolves who gave them commands, no matter what it was.

Putting her materials away, materials that she shared with some of the others, She went back down to wake the other girls for the day.

The omegas made breakfast for the pack as the girls readied the table, prepped the house and waited for the house residence; other wolves came in for the morning meal.

She stayed in the kitchen as the pack ate. The pack was ruthless, but they were not the brightest bunch. She was always able to sneak and hideaway food for herself and the other girls to supplement the small amount of food they were fed, and this was the perfect time to do it. The commotion of cooking breakfast made it easy to swipe items off the counter and place them in the cleaning supply closest. No one ever wondered where the items went, they just assumed they forgot to take it out of the fridge or someone had already taken the plate to serve. Feeding a large pack there were always multiples of everything in the fridge.

Today she had been able to stash some sausage, a couple apples, and a block of cheese. She smiled at her own accomplishment.

Rose knew to keep her head down as she made her way through the house, especially if the higher ranks were anywhere nearby. Just move as quietly as possible, complete your task and move on; do not linger, do not bring attention to yourself.

She hated these wolves with every fiber of her being, but she knew they would kill her in an instant if she tried to cross them. With the grace of a dancer, she moved around the table. Silently taking and stacking cleaned off plates and empty glasses; clearing the table as wolves finished the meal and simply left to complete their duty for the day.

One time she had dropped a plate and three warriors along with Beta Richard had beaten her; she had been seven years old at the time. It had taken her two weeks to fully heal with no real medical treatment as she had been left to the care of the other slaves in the basement.

At almost eighteen, at her best estimate since she could not really remember much from before she was a slave, Rose was determined to be free from here. She took all the plates back into the kitchen for younger girls to wash. She didn’t want them out front where they could make a mistake and get hurt. If they made a mistake back here the worst that could happen would be to get hit by a weak omega that was working near them.

The first meal of the day ended quickly, as it always does, which meant they moved onto their next assignment. Laundry. This was the scariest part of the job. This part of the job was why she had always put so much effort into her appearance.

They had to go into the rooms of all the residence of the pack house and collect the laundry. This meant that they could be caught alone in a room with any of the wolves who happened to be living here or visiting.

She had witnessed to many times of what happened to a female slave that got caught alone with a hormonal wolf. It ended badly for the young slaves, worse if the she wolves found out. Luckily, she had only been caught once, but her ragged appearance did not appeal to the wolf and he simply screamed at her to hurry up and leave before smacking her in the back of the head as she left.

Taking a deep breath she made her way to the top floor first. Keeping her head down in case she met another wolf. Amy, a fellow slave around her age, followed close behind her, empty laundry bag in hand.

They top floor consisted of Alpha Samson and his spiteful Luna, Anita, their asshole son, Dominic, and their b***h daughter Violet. The next floor was Beta Richard and his mate, Carol, along with Gamma Owen who had no mate, not that he was ever without company though.

The next three floors were for guests and unmated warriors. The main floor was for all pack members as it had the kitchen, dining room, rec room, and living room. A gym was attached on the outside as well.

She moved as quickly as possible, being sure not to run into anyone. Luckily she didn’t smell anyone present on this floor. She nodded at Amy and they spilt up at the stairs, she hit the Alphas room, collecting the clothes from the floor and bathroom.

She went back to the top of the stairs and met with Amy, placing the clothes that she had collected in the laundry bag. They made quick work of the remaining floors before moving it all to the basement to wash.

The girls worked in silence, not that they had a choice. One of the first commands they were given was to never speak… period. They had learned to communicate with signs and those of us who could read and write would teach the others.

Rita, the youngest came up to us, giving us a solemn glance. She had been here for two years and had picked up all our tricks very quickly. She was meant to be working with Diana and Tala today cleaning the main areas of the house but her face told us everything. Something had gone wrong.

Rose ran up the stair, her steps silent as she made her way onto the first floor. Listening for others she heard a large group of mostly males leaving the rec room, all laughing, the few women hanging onto them.

Staying low she made her way to the room and saw a horrible sight. Diana, lay there beaten to a pulp. Her lips and face becoming swollen, clothes bloodied as Rose approached her, taking the girl into her arms. She must have bumped into one of them or spilled something, heck she could have just met eyes with one of them for them to lash out like this.

A small noise from behind her caused her to turn only to see Tala slowly opening the door of the cupboard she had been hiding in, tears streaming down her face. Rose placed her finger to her own lip and motioned her to come closer. They needed to be quiet and move her quickly to the basement. Tala was about fourteen and had been their since she was about nine so between the two of us it was easy to move Diana down to our room.

She quickly returned upstairs and stepped into to the supply closet. Taking one of the empty mop buckets she placed in it, the food she collected that morning, and some medical supplies she had swiped and stashed previously. It was safer to hid things around the house then in their basement room.

Last time they hid items down there and it was discovered, they had all been whipped with a silver tip whip till they passed out. She moved quickly, making sure not to be seen as she made her way back into the basement. Tala and Rita were removing Diana’s clothes while Amy was filling a bowel with water.

Rose came up to the bed just as Amy came up with the water. Motioning for Tala and Amy to return to doing the laundry, she turned to Rita to assist her as they cleaned the wounds.

Diana had a couple fractured ribs, bruising up and down her torso, a split lip, and a crack in her skull. They cleaned her up and placed braces and wraps around her. She motioned to Rita to stay with her and help her stay hydrated.

She left the girls in the basement and made her way back to the rec room. Locating the cleaning supplies the girls had been using and continued the job they had been doing. Focusing on removing the blood, she made quick work of what was left and moved on to the next room.

Once she finished she made her way back downstairs to the girls to check on Diana and the laundry. Diana was beginning to heal, it would take her another three days before she was all better. At fifteen her wolf was weak as was all of theirs. The band made it possible for their wolf to heal them at Tala and Amy were putting a load into the dryer and walked over to them. She pulled over the bucket and they new to reach in for something to eat. The omegas usually threw down food that was on the verge of spoiling, or even just a bag of collected leftovers they had scrapped off the plates of the other wolves.

Rita came to sit beside her and took hold of her hand. Looking down she was met with huge brown doe eyes, looking up at her, silently pleading with her knowing there was nothing she could do for what was coming.