The Barbarian Alpha's Slave

“I can't believe you'd say that. Ravena doesn't deserve any of this!” I lashed back at Cleo, my finger tucked into a page of the book in my hand. 

“Well, I'm going to say it again. Everyone in Lithuan's park deserves what's coming for them, including his Ravena, his daughter!” Cleo's boots ground on the wet street we walked. 

While other college students party, do drugs, and get wasted, I argue with my best friend (with an alarming obsession for fictional werewolf men) on the street, at midnight, while we walk back to our dorm.

Despite all my numerous personalities, the antisocial me decided to be the main character in my college story. 

Cleo, my hot, geeky high school friend, has made it her life's ambition to initiate me into her obsession with her fictional crushes. And I'm just not buying it. 

“Rygar prayed to the gods for death in his 15 slave years. But Lithuan enjoyed making him suffer and humiliating him. He raped and killed his mother and sisters right in front of him. I'm so glad he finally sliced that bastard’s head off.” Cleo continued like the fanatic that she is. You would think these people were real if you were walking past us.

“But what does that have to do with Ravena!” I groan frustratedly.

“Everything! Everything, Miss Eve Jones!”

Uh oh. 

Cleo pulls up my full name when I've rattled her up. She's about to bring some detailed deconstruction on why I'm an idiot for not buying her theory that has no basis in reality. 

“Eye for an eye is Karma in four words, Eve. It's how the barbarian world works, and frankly, I love it! Who doesn't love a good revenge story? Rygar would be merciful to give Ravena a quick death.”

“What's worse than that?” 

“Ehr… rape, not by him…nah, she's too low for him…, but the omegas of his pack…in the muddy squeally barbarian ground of the north…right in front of the whole pack”

Urgh!

“You disgust me, Cleo. I'm ashamed that a 21st-century bitch like you would be obsessed with monsters like Alpha Rygar.”

Cleo swung her hair in the breeze, a knowing smile tucked her lips, like that was a compliment. “You're right, am I,” she winked.

Okay, that's it for me. Cleo was outrightly creeping me out now. 

And no, she isn't done.

“You bet I made myself cum while clutching to the page when Alpha Rygars swings his giant sword and conquers the Lithuan park.” Cleo bit her bottom lip and squealed a slick moan

“Ewww, get away from me, Cleo…” my voice cracked into a vocal fry as I stepped out of the side work to the empty road, trying to get away from this horny freak.

Trust me when I tell you that when Cleo gets like this, there's no going back. I'm going to get the horniest rendition of her sexual exploits with her fictional werewolf crush.

Cleo followed after me, squealing and moaning, her eyes shut in ecstasy. “It was like his wolf was calling out to my wolf. Both of us fated mates, yet in different worlds. He showed me no mercy as he drilled me from behind…”

“Cleo! Ew! Get the fuck away from me…” I squealed an embarrassed laughter. “Help…somebody…I'm gonna get raped!” 

I was so caught up in getting away from Cleo, that I didn't hear the blazing horn up the road, nor the grinding engine getting closer and closer to both of us as we laughed ourselves to tears on the main road. 

It was quick.

The last thing I saw was a flash of light.

The flashing light of the vehicle that knocked me out.

—--

A crippling coolness took over me. 

Did I…die?!

“Get off the ground, you sniveling, skimming lots!” I heard a growl echo in the distance.

Fuck! 

Who was that? 

I couldn't see a thing. 

God, is this hell? 

This is what I get for talking horny shit with my best friend?!

Suddenly, I felt a soft smack on my face. “My lady! My lady, please wake up!”

“You're our only hope! Please, my lady!”

My eyes stirred back to consciousness, and all I  saw was the snowy skies with very strange, dirty faces hovering above me. 

Where am I?

“She's alive!” I heard someone sing. And suddenly, everyone around me held their chest in relief.

Alive? I held my head as I sat up. The people who surrounded me were almost naked, their necks strung by shackles. They were wounded, their clothes thorned and tattered, ridden with mud, snow, and… God! What the fuck is that smell?!

I held my nose and winced away from them! 

“What the…?” I stammered 

“Who dares to stop the line!” I heard another growl that almost popped my eardrum. The people around me shuddered to their knees. 

“On your knees, you good-for-nothing sick Lithuan blood!” 

Did I just hear Lithuan? Is this a joke? I quickly shot up on my feet, looking around. Everything looked familiar. Like I had imagined it before. I know these people yet I've never seen them in my life.

“Where is Cleo?” I spat, looking around at the terrified souls around me. “We were on the road just now.” 

“Please get on your knees, Lady Ravena!” The lady before me begged.

I didn't get a split second to process that before the beast, which growled like a wounded dog, lunged before me and slapped me to the muddy ground.

“On your knees, you wretched whore!” Growled the ugly giant man who slapped me. 

I quickly wiggled up to my knees, holding my burning cheeks. 

This can't be what I think. No, it can't. 

That woman called me Ravena. 

This is how reincarnation works in those stupid books Cleo shoved down my throat. 

I can't be…

I looked down at my muddy, dirty hands, and my long, jet black hair fell limp on my shoulders. I don't remember outgrowing my curly bob hair! I winced back to the mud like I was trying to get away. From myself.

The man who slapped me threw his head back and laughed. “The tyrant's daughter has gone mad.”

No

No 

No!

This can't be happening. I can't be….

“What's going on here?!” a growl from the distant cut through my thoughts. I heard his boots grind on the muddy ground till he was right in front of me. 

My bones cracked with fear as I looked up. It was like looking right into the eyes of the devil himself. Those eyes, that wild hair. The scar on his left eye that I now remember vividly Lithuan gave to him.

It's Alpha Rygar Drathen Skarr!

I fucking reincarnated!

“She fell and hit her head! We thought she was dead!” The woman before me said. That woman. From her torn grey robe, she must be Aglet, Ravena’s maiden.

“Is that so?” Rygars scoffed without turning to her. His eyes still on me. Suddenly, he shoves his hand right to my neck and tilts my head forward so I match his eyes.

“Is journey wearing of your clean little feet, my lady?” He spat. 

“You got the wrong person!” I tried to squirm my way out of his strong grip.

“You're right.” he pulled me so close I felt his breath on my face, his voice a fierce whisper in my ears. “Giving the years of torment your father put me and my family through, I should be more slow and careful with your death.” He shoved me back to the ground. And matched to the line of slaves. These were Ravena's people.

“Line the men up!” Rygars growled.

No, no, no. 

The slow death…

The rape!

Why do I have to reincarnate as Ravena?! 

At this fucking time! 

Rygar’s men seized ten men. And lined them up in front of me. 

Wait! These men are clad in black robes. These are Alpha Lithuan’s warriors.

In a blink of an eye, Rygar swung his giant sword and slew them all to crumple. Blood splattered everywhere. 

And then with his sword still pointed at their fallen body, he turned to me, his eyes burning hot with bloodlust. “When we get to my park. You'll be next.”