The Alpha Archon's Hidden Slave Mate

Chapter 5

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light. The harsh sun made me squint. The air smelled different here-no

. She had a smile that was all teeth and

snapped, her voice shrill. "If you offend th

er like a flock of q

e, using my peripheral vision t

ructures soared into the sky, radiating an oppressive power. Vorrath guards pat

tower that seemed to pierce the heavens. That, I gu

orced my head down, my gaze fixed

eccably manicured, filled with exotic flowers and plants. The sce

sks. Most of the girls were

er," I said, my voice meek, "may I trim the hedges over there? They lo

Just stay out of my way." She found a shady stone

d over me. I immediately car

cover. I put on the wide-brimmed straw hat, pul

y and absorbed, like a

e garden, chattering in low voices, full o

look. I shook my head

y arms ached from holding the hea

h nobles, the occasional strain of a harp.

al task, trying to numb m

't look up, as long as I pretended t

at I looked like. It had been so dark that

ses far beyond human capability. What if he co

n my spine, and the shears n

ing myself to be calm. Fea

as play the part of the inv

until it almost completely obscured my f

bbery, this one even more seclud

dead branches from the base, a position tha

in my knee. The jolt

the sake of freedom,

nscathed, I heard the distinct sound of footsteps. They wer

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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.”