The Alpha Archon's Hidden Slave Mate

Chapter 3

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tched, freezing the air in t

tares of the other girls. My fingers were still wet from the

gaze, my expression neither subserv

e contact and turned

e like chipping ice, "the punishment

collapsed to the floor. "No! Matron!

three days without food," Matron

ng Tessa out like a sack of refuse.

me now, their expressions had changed completely. Pity and s

ck to me. "Your tunic i

lowed her obediently. Cora shot me a worried glance,

he took a clean, though old, gray slave's tunic from a shelf.

n turned her back to me, gra

quickly changed into the clean clothes. The fabric was coarse,

d suddenly, her back still to me. "

Matron," I answered quietly, ma

the rules are made by the strong. But knowing how to use

e once more. "You. You are Haylee Harrington.

heir identities, she was allowing me to keep mine. Thi

ee Harrington," she said, t

ning inside me. I had won the first round, but the price

y the other girls looked at me confirmed it.

credible," she whispered. "To ac

my rag to continue working. I kne

er me. I completed my tasks quietly, observing eve

to me again, her gaze would occasionally linge

her new slaves. It wasn't my intention, but now that it

had happened. I told her I was fine and shared half of

lping me?" Cora

" I said softly. It was a lesson I'd learned in my past

d with thoughts of the future. I had to figure out a way to secure the

could also push me into even greater da

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The Alpha Archon's Hidden Slave Mate

Lila Werewolf

“I woke up from a nightmare only to find myself in a real-life hell. Stripped of my modern life, I was now just a nameless slave in the brutal dungeons of Blackstone Keep. But my true nightmare began when I realized who the master of this fortress was. Archon Etienne Callahan was the terrifying, inhumanly strong man who had attacked me in a drug-fueled frenzy during the Moonwise Festival. Now, he was hunting for me. He was searching every corner of the keep for the mysterious girl whose scent had somehow calmed the poison in his veins. To survive, I had to become completely invisible. I purposely injured my own knee to avoid his attention, and at the final slave selection, I played the clumsy, crippled fool. I desperately hoped to be tossed into the lowest, filthiest place-the kitchens-where he would never look. My plan seemed to work perfectly as the stewards passed me over in disgust. But just as I thought I was safe, a frantic cook rushed into the courtyard and pointed straight at me. "I'll take her." She dragged me away to the chaotic kitchens, and once we were alone, her friendly smile turned chillingly knowing. "I saw what you did in the garden," she whispered. My blood ran cold. My perfect cover was blown, the Archon's invisible net was closing in, and my desperate fight for freedom just became a deadly game of hide-and-seek right under the monster's nose.”