Alpha‘s Black Furred Slave Mate - Chapter 17: Chapter 17

I woke up again in Marlon’s bed, the previous conversations were fuzzy in my mind, but I remembered Dr. Lovewitt confirming my pregnancy and then telling me that I was going to die within the next 6 months. Which I guess, in my case, was a good thing because I couldn’t have a nobleman’s child.
Marlon had asked me why I didn’t tell him about my heart condition and the truth be told, I had no idea I had this condition. I knew during high-stress moments I would start to feel ill. Even during my time on the slave farm, my chest would often ache. I could practically feel my heart pressing against the inside of my chest, trying to escape through my skin. It always left me gasping for breath and crying out in agony. This would also get me in trouble with the guards because any sounds made that didn’t align with them speaking directly to us and asking for us to speak in return, was a strict violation of the rules.
Regardless of the pain, we were in, we had to keep it inside.
Even when I had that first checkup with Olivia, she didn’t mention anything about a heart condition. Maybe she didn’t know?
It would also explain the fevers I’ve been having and how the antibiotics that Olivia gave me didn’t seem to be working.
I thought Marlon would have been relieved to hear that I was dying, but the look on his face said anything but happiness. He looked sick. As though someone had just told him that someone close to him was dying.
I wasn’t close to him.
I was a slave he had sex with under drug-induced consciousness. So, there was no reason for him to feel grief towards me.
As I fully woke up, I realized Marlon wasn’t in the room anymore. However, scattered across the bed were multiple different books. Marlon must have left these here for me to read for some unknown reason. As much as this act of generosity confused me, I was thrilled to be able to read and learn. There were astronomy books, biology, some fiction and nonfiction, and some science fiction.
I didn’t hesitate to crack open some of the books. Reading put me in an entirely new world filled with endless possibilities. The more knowledge I gained, the more I felt as if I could conquer almost anything. A strong slave could be dangerous, but a smart slave was practically lethal.
The feeling of a freshly opened book was like no other. I rubbed my fingers across the pages and felt the magnetic pull it had on my eyes. The softness of each page with its hardened exterior sent a warmth through my body that no human could ever provide me.
It’s been so long since I was able to actually hold a book like this in my hands; the astronomy book that Bob had given me to study was alright. It was better than nothing, but it didn’t give me that same sense of purpose and mystery as a book with a story does.
Transporting my brain somewhere different; somewhere peaceful; somewhere that change is possible, and no dream is too big.
Even the smell of the pages brought me back to my commoner days when my adopted mother would bring me home a book from the library, she worked in. It was never mine to keep, but the few days of being able to hold a book and read it was the best few days of my life.
My first book was nothing, but pictures and I remembered getting lost in the images. I remembered thinking how unique and creative the author/artist of the book was for creating an entire story without using words. I remembered thinking that I wanted to be just like that one day.
However, I was told at such a young age that as a black-furred wolf, the chances of me making it anywhere in this world was very slim. My only destiny was to work for others until the day I die. Though, even when they took me and placed me on a slave farm, I refused to believe that.
As I grabbed another book from the pile Marlon left me, I noticed it was a bit bigger than the rest. Opening it, some pages fell out.
I soon realized they weren’t part of the book. It appears they were placed there to hide them. They were documents that I feel like I probably wasn’t supposed to be looking at and Marlon probably had no idea they were in there.
I hesitantly picked up a document and scanned it briefly with my eyes. Marlon’s name was all over it. Some keywords and phrases began standing out to me: Conservative, abolition of slavery, and assassination.
I decided to read the documents a little more carefully. By doing so I’ve concluded that Marlon is a staunch conservative, and it was because of his vote amongst other nobles, that the rules of slavery became more radical and dictatorial. It was because of Marlon I was taken from my home and placed on a slave farm. The King and Queen ruled that commoners were no longer allowed to hold slaves and slaves were no longer allowed to obtain an education.
They basically sentenced black-furred wolves to death.
In some other documents, there was speak of an emerging nobility that apposed the hierarchy of the King and Queen. They demanded the abolition of slavery, and it looks like Marlon and some other noblemen on the conservative side were planning on assassinating the reformists of the new nobility.
Reading the documents, I began feeling ill.
Before I could fully stuff them back in the book, the bedroom door swung open. I almost jumped out of bed entirely, but the sudden movement of my body sent a sharp pain through my spine, and I could feel the tightness in my chest growing more intense.
Alex stood at the doorway, staring at me intently. He cocked an eyebrow up as he noticed the documents in my hand.
“What are you doing?”