"Valerie," I exclaimed, startled by the sudden call of my name. The Alpha, now standing near the sofa, had undone the collar of his coat, his presence demanding attention. "Follow," he instructed, his tone urgent. "We don't have much time." What could this 'much time' possibly mean? A shiver ran down my spine, but I didn't dare inquire further. I was no naive child; my extensive training had prepared me for this exact situation. The purpose behind werewolves acquiring young, human virgins was all too clear. They sought... sexual slavery. I was reduced to a possession, a commodity for the Alpha's desires. --- As the conflict erupted, violence ensued. Our kind faced near-extinction. Those who survived were divided into three groups: free humans, those who served, and slaves like myself. My name is Valerie Davis. My parents were victims of a war crime, leading to their execution. I was seized and confined in a cell, destined for a life as a human slave. In that cell, I spent countless years until I was transferred to a slave market, awaiting the selection of a master. During the arid season, I stood in the display case, different from the others due to my perceived strangeness. My parentage marked me as an outcast, feared rather than desired. But then, fate took an unexpected turn when the Alpha laid eyes on me, announcing his intention to claim me.
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