Alpha’s Slave Luna
Chapter 11

Conrad's POV

After leaving the ring I went back to my place and lay down on the couch alone.

I didn't want to think about anything else, I just wanted to rest, but Otis popped into my head so often I couldn't control my mind.

Images of her and Marsh's training kept flashing in my head, making me feel very irritable.

What the hell was I thinking? It's just normal training!

But you're jealous!

That's when I remembered my wolf's words.

Was I jealous of him? Jealous of Marsh? No, I wasn't! How could I be jealous of Marsh because of Otis! The weakest in my Pack is the lowest of the low! How could I be jealous of a weak and lowly slave like that? Time passed slowly, and soon it was time to finish training, but I still didn't see Otis.

Why hadn't this slave returned? Shouldn't she be preparing dinner for me by now? What the hell is she dawdling about? Was she going to slack off?

A million questions appeared in my mind, and after waiting for a little while longer, I felt I couldn't continue to wait here.

Damn it! I must punish her severely if I replace that she slacks off.

I left my room and walked to the training ground to look for Otis, and it wasn't long before I caught a glimpse of her.

She and Marsh were standing together, talking and laughing as they watched the battle on the stage, and Marsh had even put his hand on Otis' shoulder!

An indescribable fire suddenly appeared in my chest. This scene made my eyes sting.

What are they doing here?

Otis, her! This slave! As my maid not preparing dinner, relaxing here with a man! And she's this close to Marsh!

Otis looked at the warriors fighting in the ring with adoring eyes, and this gaze made me feel even more unbearable. The irritation inside my heart suddenly strengthened many times, this irritation seems to form a force that is difficult to release, so I can't help but

want to vent.

Come! It was a simple fight! Why are her eyes so obsessed? I am much stronger than those fighters, okay? Whether it's those fighters or Marsh, they're no match for me, okay?

I felt a strange emotion in my heart, which made me very hard to bear.

After the fight was over, I couldn't control myself and walked up to the high stage. I looked at everyone in the room and I looked at Otis.

"Does anyone want to challenge me?"

Otis's POV

"Marsh, my Beta. It's been a long time since we've had a fight."

I could hardly believe my ears when I heard that.

Conrad was going to have a battle with Marsh! Why would he do that?

I looked over at him as Conrad stood on the high platform, his body as strong as a mountain. The pressure that emanated from him just now caused the other fighters to avoid his eyes.

Although I always knew he possessed great strength, I had never seen Conrad's full power. The last time he very easily tore apart that group of rouges, I was so focused on the fear that I didn't get a good look at how he fought them.

I couldn't help but start looking forward to it.

If I had been able to watch their match, it would have taught me a lot. It was a chance for me to become a part of the shortening distance between the strongest and the weakest.

I heard a shout of surprise, and Conrad took the lead in attacking Marsh, and they began to fight. The sound of fists hitting flesh reached my ears. I could feel that their strength and speed were much stronger than those of the previous fighters, making it almost difficult for me to see how they were fighting.

The fighters on the stage were cheering. They were very excited, this open fight between Alpha and Beta was rare for them too.

I watched their fight intently. Conrad was particularly serious, his attacks were getting faster and faster, and Marsh's defense was getting more and more strained. Suddenly Conrad sent an attack from a difficult angle that sent Marsh flying off the stage. OMG!

I worriedly ran towards Marsh who fell to the ground and lifted him from the ground to lean on my arm.

"Marsh???? Marsh? How are you feeling? Are you okay?"

My voice was tinged with urgency.

Marsh was my second real friend after Mrs. Wynna. He was very careful with my training and taught me many fighting skills so that I was not as weak as before. He would also keep me company when I was down. So I was very worried about his condition. Marsh coughed and seemed to want to say something, but Conrad suddenly came towards us. He stood in front of me, his face fierce as he grabbed me by the shoulders and yanked me up, and the force coming from my shoulders made my shoulders start to ache. "I made you come to the training ground so you could get training. But what are you doing? Are you trying to get rid of your slave status by seducing my Beta?"

His voice was surprisingly loud as if he was roaring, and it spread throughout the training ground. Everyone in the room looked over at us, and I could feel their eyes falling on me.

I felt so aggrieved and ashamed.

Why did Conrad humiliate me like this in front of everyone? I had been training very hard and had no spare time to seduce Marsh!

At this moment, I felt like I was back in Grey Pack again. This is how those brutal Grey Pack members treated me. I felt as if I had fallen into an abyss of humiliation.

I wanted to retort, but then I saw Marsh's red, swollen shoulder. It wasn't even a simple, minor injury that needed immediate attention.

I didn't understand why Conrad's punch was so powerful, and not only did Marsh fail to resist it, he suffered such an injury. Why would he do that?

Marsh looked over his shoulder, and he seemed confused as well.

"Are you okay?" I asked him with concern.

"Fine." Marsh stood up from the ground, "It's just a small injury, I'll just take care of it a little."

After that Marsh walked towards the clinic in the distance.

I looked at his red and swollen shoulder, which could not be described as a minor injury at all. Even the numerous beatings I had endured in Grey Pack rarely resulted in such an injury. Marsh is my friend, and I felt I should go up and help him. I was ready to follow, but then Conrad's menacing voice rang out.

I heard a shout of surprise, and Conrad took the lead in attacking Marsh, and they began to fight. The sound of fists hitting flesh reached my ears. I could feel that their strength and speed were much stronger than those of the previous fighters, making it almost difficult for me to see how they were fighting.

"Stop right there!"

My body shuddered and I turned my head to look at him.

"Follow me."

He turned and walked off in one direction, and looking at his back, I was both worried and confused.

What was he going to ask me to follow him for? Did he think that the humiliation he had just inflicted on me in front of everyone wasn't enough, so he was going to treat me even more harshly?

I felt some fear and didn't want to follow him anywhere else, but I didn't dare to disobey him.

Soon Conrad took me back to his room. He took out medicine from the cabinet sat down on the couch and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Didn't you notice that I was hurt too?"

He had some annoying voice that sounded, "You are my maid, the one who should be concerned should be me, not other men!"

I looked at the bruises on his chest and was speechless.

The reason he misunderstood me was actually that I didn't notice that he was also injured?

I felt aggrieved. After all, from my point of view, Marsh was the one who was knocked to the ground, and he was my friend I had to check his state.

"Here. Move."

The pillbox was thrown at me by Conrad. I didn't dare to hesitate and quickly fished out the ointment for the bruises from inside the medicine box, opened the cap, and approached him.

Conrad's body has a special aroma, he seems to be sweating, this aroma mixed with the smell of hormones in his sweat got into my nostrils. I felt as if my mind went blank for a moment.

I felt thirsty, and a kind of... craving.

Why was this happening to me? Why did I replace the smell of Conrad so appealing?

Just as I was frothing, Conrad's impatient voice rang in my ears again.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

His voice brought me to my senses.

I refocused my attention on his chest. His wounds were partially hidden by the collar of his shirt, so I gently unclasped his collar.

I held my breath.

Moon Goddess! What is this?

The outline of Conrad's muscles was clear in my vision. His muscles were stronger than Marsh's and looked flawless, like a perfect work of art created by the gods of heaven. The bruise was right in the middle of his chest, and instead of ruining this perfection, it made me more excited because of this different color. This site, along with the scent of his body, affected my brain like crazy.

This was the first time I had seen a man's body so close up, and I could never have imagined that I would be so attracted to it. He wasn't even completely naked!

I was almost losing control of my sanity. My soul was being pulled by something indescribable, wanting to merge with him.

It was so beautiful.

I bit my lip to restrain my impulse to squeeze out the ointment and dip a cotton swab into some. But I was standing on the edge of the couch, and if I wanted to medicate Conrad, I had to get even closer to him.

Just as I was hesitating, I was suddenly wrapped around my waist.

Conrad pulled me right over and pressed me against him!