The Alpha Archon's Hidden Slave Mate

Chapter 6

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elt behind the bushes, holding

a pair of polished black military b

the boots' owner wore tailored black trouse

, pausing to admire the view. I

When she saw the boots, the color drained from her face. She scra

he ground, her forehead pressed to the dirt. "

ow!" she shrieked at us, h

ar, hastily dropped to the ground, their

d, preparing to assume the m

that made my blood run cold. Tessa, not far from

, her eyes wide with a terror

n front of a Vorrath noble, especially to remain standin

, her voice cracking with fea

turned to stone. The Vorrath noble's g

ld, appraising st

only one thought: I can't le

I made a decision that

e I had time to think. My shoulder

ed on top of her, using my body weight to

s I pressed my face into the grass. "My companion... she is unwell

iolently beneath me, but at le

ck hidden in the turf. A searing, white-hot pain sho

behind a service door on a distant building. A folded parchment flashed in her hand before the door closed. It w

uffocating silence. The only sound wa

retched until

oung, with a lazy, magnetic quality, but it c

was all he said, before

ps gradually faded

. Tucker collapse onto the ground, gasping for

ve sigh of relief, their eyes on m

knee was so intense that my vision mom

ooking down, I saw a dark, wet patch of red

complex expression. There was fear, confusion, bu

orner to retrieve my shears. I had just, on

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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.”