Chapter 2 Shameful fate

KANE

“Oh! Alpha!”

The whore moans, her hips bucking involuntarily as her legs tighten around my waist.

I thrust deeper within her, quickening my pace. She quakes, exploding into a mindblowing orgasm that steals a guttural growl from my lip.

The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the weak creaks of my dying bed, and her responsive cries.

She digs her fingernails into my back, swinging her head back, her eyes rolling so far back it resembles an exorcism.

Her juice coats my cock as she continues to ride me with unrivaled precision.

Some women are born to suck cocks or bounce on them, just like this one.

I groan, chasing my orgasm as I pound into her one final time before spilling into her warm, tight cunt.

Good heavens. Sex should be recommended by healers for all illnesses.

“It’s true what the others say. That was mind-blowing!”  She falls backward onto my bed, her eyes fading shut.

Anyone will feel such exhaustion after going at it the sixth time.

With a stretch, I stand up—fulfilled— gazing down at a naked body I no longer find desirable.

My room is plagued with the smell of sex and sweat and as arousing as that is supposed to be, I have fucked her once and there never will be a second time.

“Get dressed. Your job here is done,” I command and her brows knit together in a frown that fades just as quickly as she sits up.

She will not dare question my authority.

“Yes, Alpha,” She concedes, scrambling for her clothes scattered across the room.

I pull a robe over my shoulders, fastening the strings and eyeing her as she makes an intentional display of her ‘commodities’ while swinging about.

For those perky, plum tits and suckable nipples, I will forget the initial displeasure I read off her.

She wears her dress fast enough— it's barely a dress if I can see what colors her nipples were through it— and stops at the door, tilting her head gently towards me. “Would you like me to come entertain you tomorrow night, Alpha?”

“My rules have not changed, Sarah,” I say firmly. She’s starting to irritate me.

“It’s Mina.” she corrects sourly, averting my gaze. “I understand, Your Highness.”

“Hm. Sarah must have been the dark-skinned beauty from Tuesday,” I mumble to myself. “Was it? I can barely keep track.”

Mina reluctantly bows, but before even reaching for the knob, the door swings open in her face and someone steps in, causing her to tremble.

I roll my eyes, drinking in Sable’s presence. The whore skitters past her in a frenzy while Sable makes a show out of my face.

It is a show she despises. Look at that frown.

Her footfalls echo across the marble floor as she approaches, each sound conveying just how displeased she is.

It isn’t the first time.

“Kane. I thought we talked about this! Another one? Really?” My childhood best friend and Beta’s daughter’s querying voice shatters across the room like glass. “Do you intend to lie with every woman in the pack before you remember that—”

“In the pack?” I interrupt, alarmed as I meet her right in the middle of the room. “That’s insulting. I like to extend my escapades to the foreign packs, too.”

Sable lets out an exasperating huff, throwing a playful punch that no one will ever dare to my chest. The adorable thing has a lot of privileges and responsibilities.

One of those responsibilities includes daily reminders that I am, well…

“You are married!”

There, she said it. Married. Married to a woman I couldn’t care less about, a woman I am with merely out of obligation to the pack after my father’s death.

“A water fountain, that one.” I point to the exit the whore had taken. “I am sure you don’t want all the details. I remember her name this time, it’s Masi.”

I think.

“Kane..” Sable backs away, about to settle on the edge of my bed.

“Don’t sit there,” I stop her. “Except you’re curious what Masi smells like.”

“Ew.” She scrunches up her nose and throws me a disgusted look. “Imagine how Luna Daciana feels when she sees your daily, relentless exchange of women yet you wouldn’t spare her a single glance. Do you even know what your wife smells like?”

I run my fingers through my dark hair and perch against a leather chair. “I am sure this unrequired lecture isn’t why you’re here, Sable. Get to it, I have a meeting.”

Sable lets out a retired sigh that tells me she’ll drop the subject. For now.

She shakes her head. “The meeting will have to wait. I am here to tell you that the new convoy has arrived. The slaves are waiting to be sorted and Draven needs your approval.”

“That wuss can’t get anything done on his own, can he?”

“Not a nice thing to say about your uncle,” Sable cautions.

“He’s barely that. Uncles shouldn’t be that young.”

“But he is, so be nice.”

It takes patience not to stuff her into a box sometimes. Sable is like a mother, except she’ll probably never experience being one after she’s rejected her mate and keeps turning down every other suitor that crosses her path.

“Tell him I shall be there,” I instruct. “Also, do remind him that the Omegas are of no use to us. They are liabilities.”

Guilt spreads across Sable’s face. Let’s just say she’s not accepting of the way I ‘handle’ the Omegas.

What’s a blessing to the weak, useless ones amongst us if not death?

Sable stares judgingly at me.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me and you might just be lucky enough to usurp Masi’s place,” I joke and the judgment transforms into a full-blown glare.

There is no better way to piss her off. A smirk graced my expression.

Sable storms out of the room and I throw on a shirt and pants, prepared to meet the new set of slaves although I am sure they don’t share the same sentiment.

‘Sable is right. Why marry a woman and make her a nun?”

I roll my eyes.

“Your opinion is neither needed nor appreciated, Skol. Now is the wrong time for me to be agitated by either of you,” I say to my ever-criticizing wolf, shunning him.

That rarely ever works. ‘The Omegas don’t have to die, either,’ Skol links to me again.

“The weak links amongst us deserve nothing but death.”

I head to the slaves’ stall.

The nighttime has always been the most beautiful part of the day yet packed with mystery and evil. The kind of evil that befalls those weak enough to succumb to it.

Draven awaits me just outside the manor, giving a slight bow as he takes in my countenance.

“Seems you’ve had a fun evening,” Draven says as I approach him.

“Unlike you, I know how to have fun, dear Uncle.” I tap his shoulders. “If an Alpha doesn’t work this much, then neither should you.”

Draven smiles as always, his deep blue eyes boring into mine. “We can’t both be irresponsible.”

“Exactly why I am Alpha, and you’re not,” I joke. We both walk toward the stall and the cries start to get louder.

The wails, and painful tears of those whose destinies have shifted the moment they were captured by my men.

It doesn’t tug at my heartstrings anymore.

I don’t let it.

This is merely business. Capture and control, simple. My eyes graze over the crowd of people under the tents in the field, sorted by age and hierarchy.

“How was the capture?” I ask Draven. Aside from being my father's younger brother, he is also the head of guards and a top security official.

He’s gone on this particular hunt with the rest of the men, although I would rather he rested more than he works.

That, too, rarely happens.

“Impeccable. Twenty-three new slaves, twelve of which are outcasts, five Omegas, and three defectives. It will make for good business and if they do corporate, our pack would only grow bigger in population,” Draven enunciated.

I nod, pleased. This hunt is four captives higher than the last. “Now, the Omegas—”

“Stop!”

I pause, casting my attention to the direction that the chilling voice had come from. The person yells again, it is the voice of a woman but for some reason, it causes a sting in my chest.

This voice seems so familiar to me.

Like something I should know.

I have barely taken any steps when a struggling guard holding on to the smaller frame of a woman staggers into my line of sight.

“Let me go!” She yells at him again, tackling the man easily twice her size. The darkness has concealed her face so all I see is dangling locs of dark hair and small punches.

I am intrigued.

“What’s going on?” Draven asks before I can, gaining the guard’s attention.

“We have a rogue amongst us,” The guard says as he yanks the small woman by her hair, dragging her through the dirt on the sandy floor. “She wouldn’t listen. Bitch bit me and tried to escape.”

I flick a brow, amused. It’s been long since I have encountered a slave with the will to fight or live. I will have the absolute pleasure of breaking that.

She still struggles against his grip, right before he shoves her to the cold, hard floor and she lands with a cry.

“Let’s see what we have here…” I say. Right before my entire demeanor changes.

My heart—usually docile and sticks to bumping fucking blood— decides to go for a fucking sprint in my chest. It thumps, turns, and violently thrashes against my ribcage like I am about to suffer a heart attack.

A sensation stirs inside me— a buzzing vibration traveling through every inch of my bones, encompassing my being.

My lips part, but words are lost.

“Let me go, please!” The slave girl cries again. “Please!”

As she slowly looks up at me, exposing a small, pretty yet bruised face and a glow in her green eyes that mirrored the forest on a sunny morning, I quake.

My heart sinks into my stomach because I know….

This infamous feeling that people clamor about, the unavoidable inclination that makes a man go mad, I know it.

I- I know this feeling and it comes with dread, too, because this is impossible.

Recognition clouds her expression, confirming that she feels it, too, and just like it is for me, she also feels the dread.

It can’t be.

‘Mate!’ Skol growls. ‘Mate!’