The Bully Alpha's Defiant Slave

Chapter 8

Sandi

A tall, polished host approached our table, her smile bright but tinged with something unspoken—like a mask hiding her real feelings. She nodded politely and took our order, her eyes flickering with a strange flicker of detachment. As she turned to leave, I couldn’t help but notice—the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, a flicker of something darker beneath it.

I turned to my parents across the table, their faces glowing with anticipation. Without warning, I blurted, “Sandi, you need to stop staring at those boys,” my mother hissed sharply, her voice low and tense.

“What? Why?” I blinked, genuinely confused.

“Those boys are bad news,” she said, her brow knitting together in concern, not hiding her unease.

“Do you even know them?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. They seemed so familiar—yet I’d never seen them before.

“They own this place,” my father said casually, as if that explained everything.

My jaw dropped. “Wait… they own this restaurant? Them? How is that possible? They’re so young!”

My mother shook her head, her expression serious. “Yes, but don’t get too excited. I’ve heard rumors… that they’re involved in something darker—selling drugs, probably. They rely on crime to keep this place afloat.”

I snorted, laughing softly. “Drug dealers? In our town? You’re joking, right?”

She scowled. “It’s not funny. There’s evil lurking everywhere—even in small towns like ours. You think we’re safe? Think again.”

“Mom,” I said cautiously. “Do you have proof? Or are these just rumors you’ve heard?”

My father shrugged. “We don’t have proof, no.”

“That’s what everyone says,” my mother muttered, crossing her arms.

“Just because people talk doesn’t mean it’s true,” I shot back, feeling a strange mixture of frustration and disappointment. “It’s sad—disappointing—to see you both so quick to believe and spread rumors without evidence.”

A heavy silence fell over the table. The lively energy from earlier evaporated as the weight of unspoken truths settled in.

Our food arrived—hot, fragrant, and inviting. I took a bite, savoring the rich flavors. No matter what my parents thought about those boys, I could see why the town’s wealthiest loved coming here—their food was divine. And I couldn’t help but steal another glance at the handsome young man—the one my mother insisted was a drug dealer.

He was so stunning, so perfect—like he stepped straight out of a movie. Muscular, confident, with a look that said he knew exactly how good he looked. I wondered if he’d had surgery, or if he was just born that way. No way was he just a regular guy. No, he looked… unreal.

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**Alpha Kayden**

From my spot inside the pack’s upscale restaurant, I watched the girl—her presence impossible to ignore. She kept sneaking glances at us, her curiosity obvious, her gaze flickering with something I couldn’t quite place.

“Of course she’s interested,” Steel, my wolf, boasted smugly. “We’re Alphas. Bitches can’t help but stare.”

I shook my head, trying to keep Steel’s arrogance in check. “She has no idea we’re Alphas. She doesn’t even know we exist,” I reminded him. “We make sure humans stay blind to our true nature—only a select few know we’re here, and if they talk, they pay the price. We’re masters of living in the shadows.”

Steel snorted. “They’re just fleas. We should squash them like bugs.”

I frowned. “No, Steel. They serve a purpose. The pack’s servants, for example—they keep our world running smoothly. And besides, killing them would only bring trouble.”

Steel grinned. “Trouble is what I thrive on. They talk back, disrespect, screw up—then it’s fun to discipline them.”

“Have your fun, but remember your place,” I said firmly. “We’re here for a reason.”

Liam, my loyal beta, suddenly broke in, his tone calm but alert. “Alpha, are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a conversation,” I replied, forcing a casual tone. “Steel’s feeling bloodthirsty today.”

Liam chuckled. “Bloodthirsty here? I’d expect that from Steel, not you.”

I smirked. “Oh, Steel thinks we should wipe out all humans—they’re no better than fleas. His words, not mine.”

Liam and Caleb burst into laughter, shaking their heads at Steel’s relentless attitude.

“Honestly,” I said, “humans are weak. They get sick easily, are riddled with diseases. It’s a wonder they survive at all—let alone thrive.”

But despite my words, I knew the truth. We needed the humans—our pack depended on their ignorance. Their fear of us kept us safe. That’s why we stayed hidden, lurking in the shadows, watching, waiting—never revealing ourselves.

And part of me reveled in that dark secrecy. Their nightmares fed our power. Their terror was our shield. If only they knew the monsters that watched from the darkness.