The Alpha’s Slave

S POV

“I’ve conducted a thorough examination, covering every possible diagnosis. I want you both to know that there is nothing medically wrong. Nothing is preventing you two from conceiving. Your fertility is intact. So you can go ahead and set aside any concern or fear you have,” the doctor’s reassuring words that day echoed involuntarily in my head as I curled the bottle tight around my fingers, seething with mounting rage.

Several months after our marriage, we found it difficult to conceive. No matter how much time we spend in bed. Or trying the absurd remedies and practices a friend had suggested or the one Catherine had seen online.

I had thought something was wrong with one of us. I was plagued by thoughts of potential issues, whether it was my sperm count, Catherine’s egg viability, or even a hidden STI. But after we visited the doctor, he carried out his diagnosis and assured us nothing was wrong with either of us. That had calmed me. Ever since then, I have been patient. Hopeful that Catherine’s belly would soon begin to swell with the promise of new life. My baby’s life.

But the patience and hope I’d been holding onto for years collapsed and shattered into a million pieces the moment I found this bottle. I found it hard to believe Catherine could be doing this to me. Taking these pills without my knowledge. It all seemed surreal. Too heavy and too much for me to take in.

I felt betrayed. Deceived. Backstabbed. Left in the dark. And worst of all, stupid.

Not bothering to look for the ring, I pushed the drawer close and flounced my way back to the lawn.

I sighted her chatting and smiling at some of the guests at the table.

“Catherine!” I called out.

The moment she heard her name, she looked in my direction and started making her way to me.

“What took you so long?” She asked, her perfectly drawn brows shooting up in curiosity as she darted to me. “Did you find the ring?”

“No,” I answered with a cold voice. Exact. So heavy I couldn’t bear to contain the rage coursing through me. “But I found something else.”

Taking out her hand, I stamped the bottle into it. On seeing it, a gasp escaped her subtle red-coloured lips and the heavy lashes that shadowed her cheek flew up in shock.

“For three fucking years you’ve kept this a secret from me. You betrayed me, Catherine! How could you be taking this without telling me?… just how?!”

“I was going to tell you-”

“Tell me when?” My words lashed out like a whip, and she shuddered under its impact. “Let me guess after we’ve marked our Golden Anniversary, when we’re aged and feeble and can barely be able to walk? Or perhaps on our deathbeds, when time has run out?! Tell me! For how long were you planning to keep this a secret from me?”

The music stopped playing abruptly. The once vibrant atmosphere lost its luster, as every eye turned to us. Some of the guests were starting to gather around us, their faces etched with concern and curiosity. But I care less. The pain I was feeling was so intense, that nothing seemed to matter to me at that moment. Nothing but what Catherine had done to me!

“We’re in public, Sebastian,” she threw back at me. “Don’t you dare scream at me like I’m a little girl.”

“I’m going to scream at you all I fucking want! You’re cunning, a mistress of deception. A failed partner! A bad wife!! And I want you to feel the pain you’ve caused me with because of this—”

“Ohhh!!!” She interjected, her blue eyes fierce. So hot it could melt through a metal. “So I’m a bad wife? The failed partner here? Goodness knows I’ve been working my butt off to make this marriage stay afloat. Ever since you returned from that auction with that stupid slave girl, you changed all of a sudden. You broke our connection. You fell distant and literally forgot you had a wife. Our sex life has been nothing but a pitiful disaster. If I hadn’t coaxed you into having sex with me the other night, then I’d still be begging you to touch me up till now. And you think with all this attitude of yours, you can become the world’s greatest father,” she scoffed, shaking her head vigorously. “Sorry to burst your bubbles Sebastian Stan, but you’re not even an inch close to that.”

The audience gathered around us gasped in extreme shock. Some of them were already stepping in to intervene.

Catherine was breathing hard. Panting like a wounded beast. The crowd that was intervening tried to calm her down. It made me think she’d turn pale and break down with another panic attack. But to be honest, I didn’t care. Her words hurt me so much that it made my heart split open and sink into my stomach.

“You know what? Fuck you! Fuck this!! Fuck everything!!! You can go ahead and exchange the vows yourself,” I pulled my ring off my finger and threw it on the floor.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, the shock reverberating even louder this time. Without a pause, I threaded my way through the stunned onlookers and headed into the castle.

BRIANNA’S POV

The party had begun. I could hear the music. The chattering and giggles of the arriving guests. The clicking of wine-filled glasses.

Peering out the window, I could see the guests – the elite wolves. The high-rank wolves looked all plush and blush in their rich shades of white and pink. Their strong scents mixed with the flower decorations and delicious food in the venue, making my nose tingle.

Letting out a deep sigh, I attempted to close the window when I sighted Sebastian. He looked so handsome in that pink suit, his thick curly black hair and well-groomed beard gleaming in the soft lights. He had a smile as broad as his massive shoulders on his face as he chatted with some of the guests. He looked satisfied. Happy. And I didn’t want to be the one to destroy that happiness.

I’ve made my decision to leave. It was for the best. For the greater good. I didn’t know my way around this kingdom. I had asked one of the maids for the closest bus station. And she had directed me. But she said it was a bit further from the castle. If I could manage to get there this night and take a bus back to my kingdom to Aunt Gigi’s house, then I can make it before tomorrow afternoon. I know it’ll be a long journey. But I can endure. The only problem now was my transport fare. I had no money on me and had no plans on how to get any. Perhaps I could ask someone for money on my way to the station or the bus or plead with the driver to please let me go free.

No. That wasn’t a good idea. I needed to think. Fast. But I was bereft of ideas. I couldn’t think clearly. And I didn’t know why. Maybe it was the fear. The tension. The uneasy feeling that was creating a storm in me.

Huffing out a more audible breath, I let my gaze linger a bit more on Sebastian. This will be the last time I’ll be seeing him. And it was hurting me even though I found it hard to admit. I wished I could go and thank him for everything. For the kindness. For the care. The generosity he’d shown since he bought me. But…I couldn’t. There was no time. And he’ll be smart enough to know. I wondered how he’d feel when he found out I was gone by tomorrow.

I saw Catherine as she walked up to him and kissed him passionately. She looked utterly majestic in her hairdo and makeup which was flawlessly done. And her pink crystal gown which was flowing elegantly around her.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

They were chatting and giggling. It was obvious they were complementing each other and relishing the joy that came with the celebration. With that, I shut my window and proceeded to pack my belongings. I didn’t want to take the ‘worn-out clothes Catherine was generous enough to leave for me’. But I had no choice since I came to the castle with nothing.

With most of the castle maids busy attending to the guests and Sebastian’s guards focused on security, the castle was left unattended. That was the best time for me to sneak out through the back.

After I was done packing, I arranged the room, leaving it in the pristine condition I had found it the first day I arrived. Grabbing the small luggage I had found in the room where I packed the few clothes, I walked to the door and as I attempted to jerk the handle open, an instant knock stopped me.

My breath caught in my throat and my heart pounded in my ears. Who could it be? And why now? Maybe it was one of the maids or Amelia. Perhaps she came to remind me to take my medication.

Dropping the luggage at the side of the bed, I tried to steady myself. I’ll just lie to her that I had taken it. That way she can go quickly. On opening the door, I was caught off-guard by the sudden appearance of Sebastian, his black satin eyes creamy with…tears?