His Slave, His Mate

The Devil

I pulled on a pair of high-heeled boots that gave me height and enough attitude to look sexy and badass.

I looked around my mother's house. My heart broke every time I entered it, it was all filled with pain and memories and very few of them were good. I released a low sight and left the house.

I turned to it one last time as conjuring a flame and setting the whole thing on fire. This is the only chance I have to leave and if there is no house to return to, it should help my wolf side adjust easier.

I pushed the rejection pain as far as I could and I could continue to walk.

I walked through the town, taking step after step until I reached a bar. This bar was…well there were a lot of legends of who this bar belongs to, but most of them are lies and nonsense people make up when they are too scared to understand the truth.

The truth was that this place was the dark spot of our town. Owned by someone with lots of money and power. Here you could get things that are illegal or you could as easily get killed hereas well, but this is not the time to think about it. There are only a few people that can get you out of this town and all of them spend their time here. I just have to get one of them to smuggle me out.

I stepped into the smoke-filled room, the smell of other wolves made me want to hollow, to get their comfort, but this wasn’t the time for that, and I don't think there would ever be time for that or that any of them would return the howl.

I made my way to the bar. There were so many eyes following me, it made my skin crawl, but I pushed through it stopping at the bar.

I looked around, trying to spot any of the men that I needed to contact.

And it was just my luck that I spotted one of them sitting in the corner of the room,drinking and his eyes were following me.

Good, I caught his attention.

I leaned over the bar flaunting my ass. I knew that it would catch his attention.

The thing about wolves, especially the female ones, is that they are all muscles and no curves, but me… well, my witch genes were strong and they gave me more curves then any women in the pack could have and some men like it.

It was actually one of my insecurities for a very long time and I got harassed by a lot of men in the pack for it. They started to approach me when I was around fifteen and no, there wasn’t a word they liked to hear.

I pushed the unpleasant thoughts away and concentrated on my goal. If using my body to get out is the only way, then I will do it.

I ordered a glass of scoth and made my way to the table, witch I hpe was my way out of this f*****g pack.

As I was walking, I tried to be as sexy as I could, swinging my hips… f**k… I’m not sure what else I could do.

“Is this seat taken?”

I leaned down, exposing my deep V to his gaze and exposing my neck at the same time.

I could feel his eyes moving from my breast to my neck.

“Are you sure you want to sit here, little girl? Won't you get in trouble with your little pack?”

I released a low breathy chuckle as I slid into the booth next to him, pushing my hair off my neck again exposing it for his hungry gaze. I needed him to focus on my body and not on my reasoning.

“Life would be boring without some trouble…”

I tried to sound as sexy as possible, but I think I was failing miserably.

He released a low chuckle,

“Indeed… and what can I do for you this evening, my little mixed breed? I don't think you are here just for pleasure.”

His low voice was rumbling down my body and to my suprise my body reacted to it. Even if the wolf side of me was still heartbroken, the witch side of me was more than interested.

I unintentionally leaned into him, turning my head to his ear.

“I need help… your help in particular…”

I could see he was even more intrigued than before.

“And what would that be?”

His voice was low, but still strong and sent shivers down my spine.

“I need to get out of this pack… away from all these wolves…”

Something changed in his eyes, but he masked it immediately.

“And why would you want to leave your pack? As far as I know, wolves rarely want to leave their pack. It goes against their nature."

“Well, I’m not truly a wolf…”

He chuckled again.

“Well, that's true and what would I get in return for helping you?”

Shit… I knew this was coming.

“And what would you like to get?”

His eyes once again traveled down my neck to my breast.

“Yuo…”

I was expecting something similar. Keeping in mind that I had nothing else to give him.

“For how long?”

His eyes traveled up again and this time settling on my eyes.

“For as long as I want you.”

Shit…

To be in his control until he is tired of it. s**t, this wasn’t my idea of freedom, but if I stay...

Any wolf that is refused by his mate is… they are used in the most vicious way. From s****l to any other way alpha sees fit. I would become a s*x slave to the pack and there is no one to stand up for me, to save me or even care what happenes to me.

I took a deep breath and pushed a fake happy smile onto my face.

“Okay."

There was a flash in his eyes again.

“Mhm… and when would you like to leave?”

“Now… tonight…”

“Well okay my little half breed, we have a deal.”