It's Your Slave

**MAX**
Standing in my bedroom finally dressed, my gaze lands on the pillow Blanca used last night and before I can stop myself, I'm leaning down to breathe her in. Her scent is all over it. *All* over my bed! Not just her everyday scent either, no. Her honey is there too, from when I made her come. From when she experienced her first orgasm at *my* hands.
*Fuck. That was hot.*
My fangs elongate of their own accord and my shaft hardens painfully as I recall all the sounds she made while in my arms. There were twenty-one different breathy little moans that left her lips when she came undone and I don't think I will ever stop hearing them. After running the moment back in my mind so many times now, I was literally able to count them.
Although I know I should have changed the covers and washed my pillow, something is holding me back. What will it hurt if her scent lingers for a while? No one is allowed in here anyway. I do all my own cleaning in this place, so it's not like anyone is going to know. Besides...I *love* the way she smells.
A glance at my phone tells me it's nearly time for lunch and while I've been standing here like a creep, *sniffing* my bedspread, Fionna has been sexting me. With a roll of my eyes I open her messages and wince. The first text that pops up comes with a picture of her on her bed in the guestroom, dressed in some lacy red lingerie. The caption reads: *'You missed breakfast'*. The second one is of her bent over the edge of the dresser, glancing over her shoulder at the phone. I guess she *did* try. It's not her fault that she's got no curves.
*Curves...that's right!*
Blanca should be on serving duty, so I'll get to see her in that tiny serving uniform I've never given much thought to until now. My balls tighten and my fangs tingle just with the thought of her lovely tanned legs in that tiny white skirt. Then, there's the tight low-cut black bodice that goes with it...oh Goddess...I'm practically salivating now.
*Get a hold of yourself idiot. Fionna is here.*
Right. Fionna. I've been dodging her since I returned from the Rim. Unfortunately while I was there, I never did speak to anyone. I *will.* I definitely will, but after viewing their living conditions...I was much too embarrassed to make myself known, so I simply skirted the grounds instead, just taking it all in.
Fionna has knocked on my door *twice* since I've been back here and I was forced both times to call down so she could be removed. I'll have to make it clear to her that absolutely no one that isn't *pack* should ever be up here on this floor. She's lucky she got a room in the packhouse *at all.*
*Why did I place her here? There are a couple of nice hotels in town she could have stayed in.*
*That's right...I wanted to remain close. Because of...*
"Get her out of your head," I say to myself, taking one final glance at myself in the mirror. "She's Shiftless. She *killed* your brother."
*But for some reason, that little speech isn't granting the desired effect it once was.*
As I head for the front door, I think about the hundred or so Shiftless that I saw today on the Rim. Some of them live in grass huts for Goddess' sake. *Grass huts!* And that's just the ones who are lucky enough to know how to build them. I saw quite a few makeshift tents while I was there too, but no brick houses, or log cabins. Nothing that looked like it might withstand a rainstorm or the coming winter. And there were *children* there. *Some* seemingly without parents. *That* was what made me the angriest. Tonight I'll send out notice that all parents of Shiftless children bring themselves and their children to Town Square for recording. Because every time a child is born to this pack it is logged and if absolutely everyone shows up *with* Shiftless child, I will know the ones on the Rim are orphans. If not...I will know who to punish.
The place was horrible. Jared was right to be concerned.
*Goddess, Blanca used to live there. My ma...*
Stop it! She *won't* be your mate forever. Once you mark Fionna and accept her as Luna, Blanca will undoubtedly expect to be rejected. Not that she'll *get* her wish. Not right away anyway. Maybe...one day.
Just the thought brings a rip of pain to my chest. Will rejecting her take her beauty away? Will it make her any less sexy? I sorely fucking doubt it.
I wonder what it will be like for *her* during the marking ceremony. Will she feel it when I mark Fionna? Will it hurt her? I suppose I should try and find out from someone who knows. Someone who *won't* get overly suspicious. Or...someone who is much too loyal to me to do anything about it. *Cyrus is the obvious choice.*
With a smile I exit my rooms and stroll down the hall, the moment my feet hit the second floor landing she's on me. Fionna.
"Max!" Fionna's syrupy voice sounds and I cringe, freezing in place. "Forgetting something?"
*No. Not really.*
"Fionna," I say charmingly, taking the moment to neatly roll up the sleeves of my stifling dress shirt. "I was just coming to get you." *Never mind that my feet are posed to take the next step without you.*
She chuckles, sidling up next to me with a sickly sweet grin on her face. Her shoulder length strawberry blond hair is stylishly curled, and her generous lips are painted a thick blood red to match her skintight mini dress. Sadly, my dick doesn't so much as twitch for her.
*Damn it.*
I used to find her attractive. I've even fucked her. She can suck *dick* like a champion, but now, as I'm looking at her, I'm not impressed. A few things are missing from her package that my dick would be hard pressed to live without. Tits, ass, and a long mane of shimmering white hair.
*This Alpha's daughter doesn't so much as hold a candle to Blanca.*
*Blanca, your brother's murderer? You mean that Blanca?*
And just with the thought of her comes the sound of her screams. They ricochet around in my head, echoing with a phantom presence. Pain barrels into me and I suddenly feel as if I'm suffocating. Another scream causes me to cover my ears, but it doesn't help and I nearly stumble down the stairs.
"Alpha!" Someone screams.
"Max!" Fionna yells.
"I'm fine!" I say, shaking away the momentary affliction. A glance around tells me I'm the only one who heard her and suddenly I'm worried.
"Alpha Max!" a familiar voice sounds from the first floor landing. "Come quick!"
I glance down to find Diana, an Omega that works in the kitchens scrambling for my attention.
"What is it?" I ask, rushing toward her, Fionna all but forgotten.
"It's your slave. The Shiftless girl. Hilda and a few of the warriors have her," she whispers. "Follow me."
*Have her? What the fuck does that mean?*
My entire body goes cold, icy fear spreading throughout my veins as I race after Diana. Suddenly I know, if they've hurt her...I'll never forgive myself. If they've hurt her...I'll won’t forgive them neither.