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Poseído Por El Alfa

In a world where the mafia and werewolves collide, a fragile balance is shattered by an unexpected claim. A powerful Alpha, driven by instinct and a ruthless past, sets his sights on an unlikely target. Caught in a web of criminal intrigue and primal desire, the protagonist must navigate a dangerous game of submission and survival. As secrets emerge and loyalties are tested, the line between predator and protector blurs in this intense urban tale.
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Chapter 5

Emery's POV:

Bebí el trago lentamente con una sonrisa traviesa mientras limpiaba la boca del vaso con mi dedo índice.

"El Master me concedió permiso para hacer lo que quiera, y este es mi momento para aprovechar el permiso que se me otorgó" sonreí con malicia a Maria, que me miraba fijamente.

"¿Qué exactamente vas a hacerle, Emery? ¿No crees que estás llevando este odio demasiado lejos?" Maria arqueó las cejas, y la miré con molestia.

"¿Qué significa eso? Tú no me dices qué hacer. Ya obtuve permiso del Master Stone, ¿qué más necesito para hacerla miserable?" reí histéricamente.

"No creo que ella te haya hecho nada malo. Sería justo si usaras tu permiso para otra cosa, ¿y si el Master se enfurece contigo?" replicó Maria, y yo resoplé con incredulidad.

"¿Por qué se enojaría conmigo? Ella es una esclava aquí, no una Princesa. Además, me concedieron permiso para hacer lo que quiera" chasqueé la lengua ruidosamente.

"Tú también eres una esclava, Emery. ¿Por qué no eres considerada? No creo que lo que planeas hacerle sea justo" Maria intentó convencerme, y estiré la mano hacia ella con furia.

"¡Cállate, Maria! ¡No te atrevas a decir una maldita palabra otra vez si no quieres que te ponga en tu lugar!" le grité, y ella tragó saliva con fuerza.

Justo entonces, escuché un leve golpe en la puerta y una sonrisa escapó de mis labios. No necesito un adivino para decirme que la estúpida esclava está aquí. Es demasiado hermosa para haber sido traída a este castillo, no puedo permitirme tener una rival.

"Maria, abre la puerta" ordené, y Maria se levantó de mala gana y caminó directamente hacia la puerta. Tomó la manija y la abrió de golpe. Allí estaba la hermosa esclava con un rostro inocente. La ira me envolvió, pero intenté controlarme.

"¿Puedo pasar?" habló con tanta calma como un ángel. Para ser sincera, su voz sería más agradable si se usara para cantar.

"Sí" Maria la dejó entrar, y ella caminó visiblemente asustada. Va a perder su supuesta belleza cuando termine con ella. No puede ser una amenaza para mí con ese rostro hermoso. El Master podría decidir convertirla en su favorita.

"¿Miss Emery? ¿Me mandó llamar?" frunció las cejas, mirándome en espera de una respuesta. Me senté en mi enorme cama con las piernas cruzadas mientras le sonreía con malicia.

"¡Cállate, miserable pedazo de basura! ¡Hablas cuando yo te diga, maldita perra!" le grité, y ella tragó saliva nerviosamente.

"Lo... lo siento" murmuró. Miré su rostro tan hermoso por un momento, y todo lo que veo en ella es alguien que me quitará al Master. Mi odio hacia ella aumentó aún más, y rechiné los dientes con rabia.

Madison's POV:

Me quedé de pie frente a Emery, que estaba sentada con las piernas cruzadas. Se veía tan hermosa como una princesa. De hecho, su habitación no se parece en nada a la de una esclava.

Se levantó y caminó hacia mí. Todo lo que veo en sus ojos es odio, y me pregunté por qué.

"¿Quién te crees para estar de pie frente a mí con tus sandalias puestas?" sacudió la cabeza con un gesto de desaprobación. Me quité las sandalias rápidamente.

"Lo siento, Miss Emery. Soy nueva aquí y no sé cómo se hacen las cosas" me disculpé de inmediato mientras ella rodaba los ojos. La otra dama estaba al otro lado de la habitación observándonos.

"Arrodíllate" ordenó, y abrí los ojos con asombro.

"¿Eh?" me rasqué la cabeza intentando entender por qué me trataba como basura.

"¿Qué sigues haciendo ahí de pie? ¿Vas a arrodillarte o quieres que te lo haga más difícil?" me gritó, y me estremecí. Me arrodillé de inmediato porque no quería problemas.

Agarró mi cabello y hice una mueca de dolor mientras hablaba con los dientes apretados. Continuó tirando de mi cabello aún más fuerte.

"Esclava inútil, yo soy la Reina aquí. No tienes permitido hacerme preguntas" dijo con enojo. Quise preguntarle qué fue exactamente lo que hice, pero me detuve de inmediato.

"¿Rodolfo?" llamó, y la puerta se abrió con un chirrido. Los guardias Rodolfo y Basil entraron con unas esposas. Los miré con las cejas arqueadas porque estaba confundida. Pensé que Lady Delia me había dicho que si hacía todo lo que se supone que debe hacer una esclava, no tendría problemas en el castillo.

"¡Tus manos!" Rodolfo me habló con voz cruel, y extendí mis manos hacia adelante. Él me esposó.

"Sabes exactamente dónde llevarla, ¿verdad?" Emery chasqueó los dedos, y me llevaron mientras ella nos seguía. Aún no comprendía qué estaban planeando. No recuerdo haber ido en contra de las reglas y regulaciones.

Me arrastraron hacia la otra entrada. No he ido a ese lado del castillo desde que fui liberada de la celda fría y vacía. Continuaron empujándome como si fuera una ladrona que iba a ser sacrificada, mientras Emery caminaba majestuosamente detrás de nosotros con una sonrisa malvada. ¿Es realmente así de miserable mi vida?

Caminamos cada vez más profundo. Cuanto más avanzábamos, más oscuro se volvía el lugar. ¿Por qué me están llevando aquí? ¿Por qué este lugar es tan oscuro y vacío? ¿Es una orden de mi despiadado Alpha Stone, mi Master? ¿Él ordenó que me lastimaran? ¿Van a decapitarme?

El miedo se apoderó de mí al pensar que podrían decapitarme y arrojar mi cuerpo a un pozo.

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