Sold To My Alpha Mate

Maya’s POV

After being a slave for the longest time and being exonerated from that post by a master who cared for me, I wasn’t going to be bothered about the outcome of the hell’s pit anymore. It felt like I had the perfect life already and there was nothing more fulfilling than that.

I picked up my gear and after some thoughts to myself and got out of the bed, it was going to be a long morning.

It was a Saturday, usually, on Saturdays, I dedicated all of my time to training continuously. It would be train to failure for me then afterwards rest till Sunday evening. Two weeks was gone out of my time, but apart from feeling like I was enjoying the world, I felt like I was receiving the best training from my master’s brothers.

I was on my fifth kilometer and I had not gotten enough yet, being a werewolf helped with the late fatigue, but also did more in the satisfactory work load for me.

I would think while on the road for sometime, considering possible strategies I could use against the enemies I would face. Everyone in the hell’s pit wanted their freedom, but it didn’t help that we wanted the same thing and that they had different mutations in there.

I thought about the few slip ups I had faced in one of the last battles and how I would have lost if my weapon had not been enchanted to destroy the person.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The sword I combined with my transformation whenever I would fight was gift I had been given when I came of age. I was a slave all my life, including my parents who somewhat beget me a slave too. The sword was handed to me as a child and my first battle took off from there.

The battle had begun and the person in the cage was powerful, too powerful. Now, don’t limit your imagination of the cage, the cage was just something a bit small compared to the place that was separated from us which housed thousands of people viewing the match.

Having the omegas as slave was one good thing for power hungry people, but also revenue for the pack which subjected us to survival by the death of one of us.

I was getting pressed by the opposition in the cage while we fought and I could barely hold my own, I was only getting a few open spots, but whenever I did, I would make sure to make injuries in the body to weaken them. My sword had that kind of enchantment that would kill the injured slowly and that was all I replied on.

I got exhausted at a point and was being battered, all hope was lost on whether I would survive or not. The last and final blow that dealt the damage was when my opposition landed his body on mine. I thought it was an act and closed my eyes to finally rest, but it was strange.

The arena was quiet and no one said anything about the move my opponent had made, I came to my senses too and tried to shake the person off, but no movements were made, that was when I realized it.

I changed back to my human form and pushed the being off of me while running around and jubilating for I had won the battle.

Energy that wasn’t in me immediately showcased itself and it was like I wasn’t exhausted a few minutes ago.

I stopped my running for a bit to drink the water I had in my backpack. Recounting that battle, it was the most epic one I had, especially since I thought that I had lost and I was going to be killed by the ending of the whole thing.

I packed up and continued running, I thought about more battles that I had and how they had all been. I wasn’t totally winning everything. There were times when I had gotten beaten to a pulp and I detested my life the most.

I wanted to end myself on many occasions, but even how we were treated poorly, we were still heavily guarded not to end ourselves otherwise, it would be bad for the people that had us in.

I felt bitter that I had to go back to the hell’s pit again and every memory would make me feel teary about my life, but it was inevitable, I would have to go back.

The kilometers I had set for myself through the device Venom had given me had counted up to the set limit, but I wasn’t feeling so tired and I decided I would continue further, it was only good that I pushed myself to my limit.

I kept running further and the more I ran, it seemed like I was going further from the territory, there were less buildings and signs that indicated where I was. They were just subtle thoughts and I wasn’t too worried.

At first, before I had met my master, Venom, I wasn’t sure what I would do with my freedom, but I knew I wanted it very much and it was all I fought for. For the amount of time I had spent growing as a slave, even the talks of freedom at the end of hell’s pit was too much of a doubting thing because it didn’t seem like we would be let go.

The joy of everything was a backup thought that I would get the chance to leave or maybe get betrothed to a different master who would be nicer than how I was being treated in hell’s pit and finally, I could escape from that one into a world still unknown to me.

The hell’s pit and the past experiences that I had were all that kept me company while I was running, but things were changing and I was coming back to reality. The moe I ran, the more I realised I was truly far from home and it was possible that I would be in danger.

I looked around and when I saw a forest just ahead , I decided I would turn my back, but things took a different turn.