The Alpha's Slave Mate: Fated To My Enemy Mate

By Diamondlee

As Eleanor Stark stood among the group of girls being auctioned off as slaves, her heart pounded with a mix of fear, anger, and determination. She had lost everything that mattered to her—her family, her pack, and her once peaceful life. Now, she was faced with a future of servitude under the very alpha she despised, Zane Mackane.
Zane, known for his brutality and ambition, had built his pack through conquest and domination. The acquisition of girls from other packs was one of his methods of accumulating wealth. But little did he know that among these girls stood the one destined to be his mate, chosen by the moon goddess herself.
The tension in the air was palpable as the bidding commenced. Eleanor's gaze met Zane's, a burning intensity passing between them. In that moment, they both felt an undeniable connection, an inexplicable pull that defied the rules of their kind.
An alpha isn't supposed to mate with an outsider, especially a slave, or he will be dethroned and banished from the pack. Would alpha Zane be able to make the slave his mate and will Eleanor be able to carry out her revenge?
This is book 1 of the story

• Language: English
• Publisher: supernovel
• Release date: May 19, 2023

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CHAPTER 1

Going once… going twice… sold! I could hear the bell ringing louder than usual. Please come forward to claim your property, the anchor said, and the crowd erupted in excited cheers.

I watched as the buyer approached with a smirk on his face as he approached the girl, his hands grabbing the girl’s b.reasts as he kissed her roughly.

I was disgusted, and even more so as the crowds cheered him on.

He moaned as his hands moved over her body, and I cringed as he tore her dress open so the crowd could see how he was unpleasantly touching her. I watched as the girl’s eyes widened in fear and I heard her whimpering; she looked about seventeen, but she was being violated in front of a crowd by a beast, and I couldn’t do anything to help.

I was forced to watch as the man raped her like a dog in heat, and when he was done, he wore his trousers and yelled at the crowd, they all cheered him even after watching the disgusting scene playing in front of them.

I like this one; she takes it well. She is worth every penny I paid for her. He laughed loudly as he picked up the girl from the ground, ignoring the blood dripping from her private region, and carried her out of the arena on his shoulder.

Wow, that was entertaining to watch. Bring in the next one! The anchor yelled and another girl was dragged out to be bid on.

I wanted everything to stop, but I knew no one would come to our aid; the moon goddess was a lie we were fed from the start.

None of these would be happening to us if she were real.

Teens were violated right in front of my eyes; girls my age were raped to see if they’d be good as s3x slaves; those who weren’t were either killed or sent away to be normal slaves for their household.

The stage was stained with blood, some of the blood were those of the girls whose virginity had been taken, and some of it was the blood of girls slain right in front of my eyes for now being good enough.

I desperately wanted this nightmare to end. Everything was happening too fast and I wished it was all a bad dream from which I could wake up.

Soon it was my turn to be bidden on, and I feared that I would be violated like the rest of the unlucky girls, especially given the way I was being praised.

This was not how I imagined my life would turn out. I wanted to close my eyes and then open them again to find myself at the Packhouse with my family.

That was never going to happen, however, because this was not a dream, but rather reality.

Sold! The feisty one is sold to the person standing next to the one in black over there for $150 million. Please come forward to claim your property, the anchor said, and the bell rang once more.

I’d just been sold as a slave or sex slave to someone.

EARLIER ON

I watched my Pack being annihilated right in front of my eyes. The people I loved were slaughtered, the men massacred, and the women bound with chains and led into a truck.

It all happened so fast that no one saw it coming.

We were all in the field celebrating our creator, the moon goddess, and were so absorbed in the drums and songs that we didn’t realize we were surrounded until it was too late. The festival‘s excitement was coursing through us, but before we knew it, we were being slaughtered like lambs.

They‘d done a good job of masking their pheromones before invading us.

The rest of the women were spared, with the exception of the elderly and pregnant women. They justified the killing of the elderly and pregnant women by claiming that they were condemned goods that no one wanted.

My parents were not spared, either, with my father being the Alpha and my mother being the Luna.

In front of me, they were both beheaded and set ablaze.

I screamed and prayed for a miracle, but it never came. No one came to our aid, not even the moon goddess we had been celebrating.

My hands and feet were bound in chains, with the other end held by my captors, who dragged me right into the van.

The younger ones were crying while the older ones consoled them; some were fortunate enough to have their mothers with them, while others were unlucky enough to have lost their mothers and fathers.

What will become of us now, Elenora? Clara, one of the girls, asked in a frightened whisper.

Clara and I had been friends since we were kids, and she was more like a sister to me, so I was relieved she had survived. At the very least, I had someone I could call my own.

I‘m not sure, Clara, but I fear for the worst. Let’s just stick together, and hope it‘s nothing worse than what we just went through, I said as I tightly squeezed her hands.

I‘m sorry about your parents. I’m sure they‘ll watch over you from the moon goddess’ bosom, she consoled.

That is if she exists at all.

I had lost faith in the moon goddess, believing she was a myth made up by our ancestors. If she had existed, none of our Pack members, including my parents, would have been killed.

Carla squeezed my hand tighter as the truck began to move and I could hear whimpering from the young ones.

We were all scared because we didn‘t know what our fates were or where they were taking us, but it couldn’t be good. If they could kill my parents, as well as the men and some women, who know what they would do to us?

I‘m not sure how long they drove the truck, but when it came to a stop and the door was opened, we were dragged out of the vehicle and into a building by our chains. The first thing we noticed was branding irons set over burning fires.

We were stripped naked and pinned down by a group of women before being branded with an X, and the smell of burning flesh and screaming filled the air. Following that, we were bathed in cold water and dressed in a white transparent gown.

Soon after, our captors reappeared and led us to an arena filled with both males and females, where we were forced to stand in a corner, surrounded by seated spectators.

A man came forward to begin the introduction, and then we were dragged to the center and auctioned off like commodities one after the other.

Carla‘s gaze never left mine as she was dragged away and placed in the center, so I mind-linked her, promising to rescue her and telling her to wait for me. As she nodded at me, her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

After a few bids, she was eventually sold for 100,000 dollars. I was furious when I saw a well-built man approach her and claim her as his property.

If you lay a fucking hand on her, I will kill you! I screamed loud enough for the man to hear me, and he snarled back, and before I knew it, I was hit in the face by one of my captors, and he was about to strike again when the anchor of the event held him back with a warning not to damage his goods.

He then instructed them to drag me out, which they did, and I was placed in the center, ready for the crowd to bid on.

This one here is feisty, and I‘m sure she’ll be great in bed. She smashed one of my men‘s noses and killed another, according to what I’ve heard. It took three of my men to bring her down, the anchor said.

Lies! All lies! Was that supposed to make me seem special or important? Who would, in their right mind, want to bid on me? At this rate, I won‘t even be able to sell for $50,000.

I guess I made a hasty judgment because someone in the crowd started the bidding at $50,000.

$60,000! From the crowd, another woman yelled.

A hundred thousand dollars, I nearly puked as I saw the owner of the voice, an elderly man who appeared old enough to be my grandfather, leer at me.

I had deduced from the hints the anchor had been dropping that we were being sold to be used as s3x slaves.

I couldn’t believe I was being bid on only because the anchor lied about my killing someone and breaking one of the men’s noses.

The bid had risen to $500,000, and I was about to be sold to the elderly man when someone yelled out a bid of $150,000,000, causing a commotion among the spectators.

Going for $150 million. Going for the last price. Going once, going twice…

As I waited for my fate to be sealed, I looked at the person who had called out the ridiculous price, and he was talking to the person next to him, the one obviously calling the shots. All I could see was that the person was dressed in all black, with a black cap covering their face. I had no idea if they were male or female.

Sold! The feisty one is sold to the person standing next to the one in black over there for $150 million. Please come forward to claim your property, the anchor said.

The man making the bid was about to come forward when he was stopped by the person in black.

The person stood up and removed the face cap, revealing himself to be a man, and when the rest of the spectators saw who it was, they all stood up and bowed.

He smiled before walking up the stage towards me. He stood in front of me, then leaned in and whispered words into my ear that would haunt me for the rest of my life, I hope you paid your last respects to your parents. You’ll do well to please me if you don’t want to end up like them.

He walked away from me, and before I could say anything to him, I was struck with something, and my vision blurred.

My new owner snapping his fingers at some people was the last thing I saw before passing out.

CHAPTER 2

ZANE

The attack on Blue Rock Pack was successful, and the goods are now in the arena, ready to be auctioned. My Beta, Mark, listed the achievements.

How many men did we lose? I questioned, staring at the list of achievements he had jotted down in a book.

Ten. They were strong. We would have lost more than ten men if we hadn’t caught them off guard. It was a nice plan to do it on the day they always did their celebration.

I smiled as he said it.

I was well aware of the Blue Rock Pack’s strength and had kept a close eye on them. They had so many resources that I wanted, weapons that would help in the building of my army, land on which I could expand my businesses, and their grounds were more fertile than mine. I wanted it all to myself.

I tried to convince the Alpha of the pack to divide his land into two equal parts and give one-half to me, but he refused, which angered me. From then on, I began planning an ambush, which involved watching their every move and waiting for the right moment to strike.

Last night had been the perfect time to strike. I knew they’d be so caught up in the celebrations that they wouldn’t be on their guard like they usually were.

I had gathered my troops and instructed them to mask their pheromones before attacking, then waited for word that they had succeeded. When Mark told me about the success and how the goods were in good condition and unarmed.

I had a smile on my face when Mark continued listing the success news to me and how the goods were in good shape and unarmed.

That’s good. Gather some Gammas and Omegas to begin preparation on the land. First, I want every broken block and wooden item on the land removed before proper preparation, and I also want everything done quickly. Is that clear? I have a pack to expand and more people to welcome.

Yes, Alpha Zane, Mark replied and I smiled. I was already fantasizing about how much money I was going to make and how many other packs would come to get items from me. I needed more expansion, more goods, and sales, but first I had to work on the new land I had just acquired as my property.

With that said, let’s go over to the arena. I always love watching the auction, hearing the screams of women, the smell of blood, and the sight of women being assaulted. I prefer watching them live rather than downloading them because the chills it gives are incredible. Don’t you agree, Mark? I asked him.

I knew he had no choice but to back me up on every decision I made. Mark was always the brutal one, which is why I always put him in charge of all the missions I assigned. He didn’t believe in second chances or mercy, which is why I loved him and remained his best friend all those years.

Yes, Zane, and I reserved the best seat for you. Will you be buying anyone today? To keep you company until you find that special one? Mark wanted to know, and I chuckled.

I don't think I’ll need a new s3x slave today. I have a property to invest in. I need to concentrate because this lot will slow me down. When I’m s3xually starved, I know exactly where to go.

All right, I’ll always have them ready whenever you want, and as for the land, I’ll make sure it makes you money like the others. Mark gave me his word.

I trust you, Mark, I always do. Now let's go, we don’t want to be late, I said as I pulled on my black hoodie and wore the hood over my head.

I had always attended the auctioning of the goods brought to the arena, but no one had ever seen my face. I liked to keep a low profile while I watched how my money was made. I was interested in how they were sold and how excited the crowd was; their cheers and excitement were what always drew them back to the arena to buy more, and that helped my accounts get fatter.

I am not there yet, I want to be at the top. I want to be great so that the mere mention of my Pack sends shivers up the spines of every other Pack. That was my goal, and I had a long way to go. Step by step, I had told myself, I'd surely get to the height I’d always wanted to be.

Soon, the Blood Moon Pack will become the most feared pack in the world, and I will crush anyone who dares to challenge me, then claim their land as mine and their women as a source of making more money.

The sound of the car coming to a stop drew me from my thoughts, and I rolled down the window to see that we had arrived at the arena. That was quick. I didn’t expect the drive to be easy, and there was no traffic today. I believe it was due to the event taking place at the arena.

The parking lot was full of cars and people trying to enter. I knew if I didn’t reveal my identity, we wouldn't be able to enter on time and watch the auction begin.

Mark-

I know what to do Zane, stay in here for a few minutes and I’ll be right back, he said before exiting the car, and I watched as he headed towards the entrance of the arena.

Mark returned twenty minutes later. I got out of the car, and he led the way with a smile on his face. When we arrived at the gate, the bouncer bowed before opening it. We arrived at our seats just as the anchor began to make the announcement.

Nothing else mattered except the excitement on everyone’s faces, including mine. I watched as they were auctioned off one by one, the screams of those who had been touched filling the arena, and the roars of everyone increased with each scream from the girls.

This was exactly what I came here for; this was fun made just for me, and I wanted more.

A smell caught my attention amid the excitement. The fragrance of lavender and cherry filled my nostrils; it was inviting and its pheromones were calm.

Mate. Our mate is here, Grey said through the mind link, which piqued my excitement. After a long wait, the one specially created for me was finally here, and I’d soon have them all to myself.

Locate our mate and show me the way. I’ll get our mate home tonight, I told him, and he nodded before searching for our mate. I had no idea how he was going to do it, but I knew he would find them somehow.

There, our mate is there... She is one of the… Grey abruptly came to a halt, and as the pheromones grew closer, I saw a girl walking forward with chains on her hands and legs, escorted by some guards.

"No way, Grey, that’s not our mate! Our mate cannot be a slave! A filthy slave! Is the moon goddess playing with us right

Reviews for The Alpha's Slave Mate

[Donna Papazova · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

Unfinished. Too many loose ends at this point. Description doesn’t correctly describe the character development so far and I’m not sure if it will come to an acceptable point. Hopefully by the end, all character behaviour and inconsistencies will be solved.