Contracted Mate To Alpha Konan Of Oceanwolf Pack

MADELINE'S POV

"The shameless bitch lost my baby. Who told her to interfere with the affairs of the slaves and

servants. I strongly instructed and warned her to be careful and specific with what she takes for

the sake of the baby, and out of carelessness, she gobbled down a herbal tonic that wasn't hers

to take in the beginning. For disobeying me and killing my pup due to carelessness, I am going to

punish her dearly for it."

"Dan!!!" his voice bellowed which showed he was smitten with pure anger and fury. "Bring

Madeline to the execution room." And he sauntered angrily out of the hallway.

From my room enclosed with brick walls, I could hear Alpha Konan's voice thundering and

ranting. My heart sank further into despair. Alpha Konan had always been unsympathetic and

ruthless when dealing with me, and today's own won't be any different. He was feared by all

and respected by none for his compassion because they didn't exist. I huddled myself together

on the tiny bed in my room, my gaze fixed on the wall opposite me.

Despite his uncompassionate nature, he was the father of the unborn baby, and I had dared to

hope they the child might change our fate-his disdain for me and helplessness in this world.

Fast forward to now, everything had gone down the drain, scattered with the wind. I knew this

was going to make me suffer more hardships, disrespect, and scorn from him and every trusted

ally around him.

My room door opened ajar and a warrior werewolf came in. His eyes held no pity as he

motioned for me to stand. He jabbed me with the stick he held in his hands with no form of

respect, and I stumbled on my feet, enduring his rough treatment silently till I got to the

execution room. I was still wearing my dress, the dress which I wore when I miscarried my baby.

It was stained with blood, dry blood. I was unwilling to let go of the dress that made me see

the color red traveling from my womanhood, trickling down my thighs, and forming a river of

blood on the ground below me. I hoped I would be pinched by someone and I would be told it

was all a dream.

Alpha Konan stood up from his seat, dragged me from where I was standing, and threw me to

the ground mercilessly, making me wince in pain.

The execution room not only contained Alpha Konan, but it also lied to people who had

disdain, disgust, and scorn written on their faces. I did not like to be pitied, but my knees

became weaker when I saw no evidence of pity in any of their faces.

With my vision becoming more blurry than ever, I huddled myself together on the cold tiled

floor, gathering my blood-stained garment to cover the dried blood on my thighs and legs, and

waited patiently for Alpha Konan's judgment.

"For killing Alpha Konan's baby out of your undue carelessness, I sentence you to hard labor."

My once gloomy eyes widened more than normal, and I sincerely hope I didn't hear well.

Hard labor in the Oceanwolf pack was a sentence given to hardened criminals and traitors. It

meant engaging in long, exhausting tasks and dangerous work, all meant to break you and

remind you of your place. But as a contracted mate to Alpha Konan, I didn't deserve this kind of

treatment and punishment. I was ready to endure everything, but not hard labor. This, I know,

would be very difficult to survive.

"Alpha Konan, please. Temper justice with mercy. It was not intentional for me to miscarry the

baby," I said as I forced myself to plead.

He walked up to me with full-length angry strides, crouched to my level, and squeezed my ja,w,

whispering venomously into my ear.

"Look at me, Madeline. This is the start of the hell you are going to see. You will regret ever

knowing me or having anything to do with me. For killing my child, I am going to kill you a

thousand times. You will crave death and you won't find it anywhere. Listen, you are not even

allowed to take your own life because if you do, I will make sure I go to the ends of the earth to

revive you. I only have the right to kill you in this life."

"Drag her out of here!!!" Alpha Konan commanded and two guards came and dragged me out.

I struggled under their grip and pleaded repeatedly. Who was I kidding?

This was the true nature of the iron-fisted alpha Konan. When he makes up his mind, it is final.

All my plea fell on deaf ears and when I got to my room, a servant lady was already there

waiting to escort me to my new hellhole.

There was no time to bid the room that had seen most of my tears goodbye. With my blood?stained clothes, I trudged behind the servant lady to my new hell hole, the chains around my

wrists clinking with every step I took. On my way, I reminisced about all the events that caused

me to be in this position today.

****

My name is Madeline, born and raised in Oceanwolf pack. My family was among the poorest

living in the pack, and surviving every day was frustrating. My family moved from house to

house, begging to see if we could see something to eat and get by daily. Hunger was always with

us, like a shadow we couldn't escape. My life fell apart when I was twelve. My parents couldn't

take it anymore, and out of desperation, they sold me to the Alpha family of the pack, and I was

forced to go work for them and serve them. I didn't hate them either, but I couldn't forgive

them.

I learned quickly: keep quiet, keep working, and never look anyone in the eye. Speaking up

earned me a slap or worse. The other servants avoided me. Some whispered that I "was the girl

sold by her own family" like that made me less than them.

Alpha Konan noticed me first. Not because he cared, but because he saw me as an easy target.

Even as a teenager, he had this sharp, dangerous edge that made everyone fear him. But I

wasn't important enough to fear, I was just there.

He started with little things: spilling water and blaming me, hiding things I needed to finish my

chores. But one day, it got worse. He dared me to drink wolfsbane.

I will never forget the burning. It felt like fire crawling through my body, stealing my breath. I

collapsed, gasping on the cold marble floor. He just stood there, watching, like he wanted to see

what would happen. He didn't call for help. Not until his father walked in and found me nearly

clinging to life.

Alpha Konan was punished that day severely and that was the last I saw of him. In the years

that followed, I worked until my hands bled and my body ached. I swallowed my pride and

hoped that one day, I would escape.

*****

SIX MONTHS AGO

Konan's installation as the new Alpha was approaching, and preparations were at their highest.

Everyone and everywhere was in a hustle and bustle trying to make the ceremony grand and

perfect, befitting for the new upcoming Alpha.

Top leaders from other packs were all invited to grace the ceremony and everyone was on their

tippy toes because it was also a time to drink and eat without constraint.

I prepared the best dress I had-a white flowing dress, closely and neatly knitted to cinch my

upper body and accentuate the curves of my lower body.

As the ceremony began, the moment everyone was waiting for. Alpha Konan made his grand

entrance. Draped in a leather attire, complemented by a regal purple cape adorned with

gleaming stones.

It was a costume made dress well befitting for royalty. He walked with confidence and well?composed strides, the dim light in the great hall well addressing his manly features.

He had grown over the years and was now strikingly handsome, with his well-toned muscles

and chiseled jaws ready to cut through anything clean without leaving rough edges. The tattoos

on his body crept out of his arms and neck adding to his every dark aura.

His appearance, according to the rumors, was all true, and looking at him up close, I could

attest to it.

Everyone clapped in appreciation and approval. The grand ceremony to welcome the new

Alpha ended and it was time to make merry. Every servant and guard were all given the night off

to join in the bliss of enjoyment. Everybody I saw around had a bottle of alcohol in hand, and I

decided to unwind a little and joined the crew.

Feeling the need to unwind, I joined in the party. One drink turned to two, then three, until a

particular drink caught me off guard. Its effect was immediate. A wave of dizziness and heat

consumed me, making it hard for me to think or move coherently.

Disoriented, I staggered into an unknown room.

"Who is there?" A thick rich voice thundered from somewhere within the room. I flinched, and

at that moment, I recognized the shadow in the corner, hairs matted to his face.

In my intoxicated state, I came closer and I was met with his icy blue stare, his musky and

alluring scent filling my nose. The stranger engaged me in eye contact, which had me

unflinching under his gaze.

Before I could process anything, he wrapped his hands around my neck and pinned me to the

wall behind me, his hot breath fanning my face making the hairs on my neck stand. I could tell

he was drunk too. I could see it in his wild, unrestrained gaze.

Whatever followed next was sensual.

That was the first intimacy I ever had and also one that sent my life rolling down into the great

abyss.