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This is my life Max

Way before I was born werewolves took over the world. Humans have been slaves to wolves for generations, that is me, Max one of a thousand human slaves. I am a slave to the most powerful pack in the world, the Black River Pack. Slaves lives vary based on your rank, some breed, some work in factories some directly for the powerful wolves and some like me work in the castle. I was sold to the Black Forest Pack when I was 4, the pack my parents belonged to did not need any more boy slaves so I was sold off.

Life is hard, I get punished for any small thing I do wrong or if someone walking near me is having a bad day. Really it's just about day to day survival. I guess I can't complain too much, at least I have a roof over my head and even though it's not much I do get food sometimes. I just turned 18 years old today but slaves don't celebrate birthdays so it's just another day.

The Black River Pack has a female alpha, you might think because she is female it's better but it's not, she is very cold hearted. I see her punishing her pack members as well as the slaves all the time. Her name is Samantha but she demands to be called alpha. Alpha and I have had our run ins. She is truly sadistic with her punishments.

The times I have been punished by her it has been small things but her punishments are always extremely harsh. She does this thing where she will tell you to pick a number and then she will get creative with what the number means. For example one time I accidentally dropped a bowl, it did not even break but she grabbed me by the neck and told me to pick a number between 20-40, I tried asking what the number was for and she just laughed and said I would find out. I picked 20 and she dropped me and told me I had 20 minutes to run, once the 20 minutes passes she would start hunting me down. Being a malnourished human she caught up to me after 25 minutes. She beat me so bad I almost died. I have seen her do the number thing to others where the number would be how many lashings they would get or how many fingers they got to keep. I am incredibly lucky that I have not been permanently disfigured yet but a lot of slaves are missing fingers, toes, arms, legs and even private parts. I have deep scars on my body from the beatings and whippings but I have all my parts thankfully. I try to keep my head down and not screw up but I have gotten punished for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

All male slaves have a device inserted into the base of our penis to stop us from procreation unless you are deemed a breeder. I am glad that I am not a breeder, the idea of bringing more slaves into the world sounds terrible to me. The devise prevents males from doing whatever it is that you do to get a female pregnant. I have heard that it's amazing but I am scrawny and weak so I will never be permitted to procreate, they don't need weak slaves.

I hate my life and I have considered ending it all but I just can't do it. Today I am on kitchen duty so I need to be extra careful, I can't do anything wrong or she will know and most likely kill me. I am terrified of her, my hands shake and I sweat whenever I know she will be around, adding to the possibility of messing up.

I walk into the kitchen and Carly whispers "happy birthday" to me with a sweet smile.

"Thanks Carly" I whisper back. Carly is an omega but for a werewolf she is really sweet. She always tries to sneak me food and she has never hit me but she is also not liked by alpha so we are both afraid of her.

4 other human slaves and I make breakfast, it takes us about 3 hours considering the number of pack members. Once breakfast is made another group of slaves take the food out. The wolves don't like it when the cooks bring the food because our clothes are dirty and they don't like to see that before they eat. I wait in the kitchen for dishes to come back, holding my breath praying that the food is good.

Once a cook burned one piece of toast and the alpha came back and burned off half of his face in the fryer, he died from infection 5 days later. He may have survived if he had gotten actual medical help but as slaves they don't waste time treating our injuries.