Traded to the Ruthless Alpha.
Marcy, a delicate but clever daughter of a deceased Alpha, is traded to the ruthless Sun Pack, a treachery devised by the new Alpha, her deceased father's lieutenant, who aggressively weds her mother and plunges her into a realm of enslavement and retribution to hide his secret. Bound by Jason, the powerful Alpha of the Sun Pack, who holds her lineage responsible for his wife's demise, Marcy's optimism fades amid hunger and brutality. However, when she discovers a stash of letters filled with secrets, betrayal crafted by those she relied on the most, 7her flight sparks a perilous pursuit through darkened forests.
Saved by Nicklaus, Jason’s brooding and merciless son who loathes her pack, Marcy discovers an unexpected friend whose cold heart melts with her affection. Together, they unveil a web of deceit: killings disguised as allegiance, a mother’s unsettling aspirations, and a father’s violent ascent to authority. As their connection intensifies into an illicit love, the risks escalate, immortality teeters on the edge, and the caverns of destiny call with a ceremony that may spell doom for them both.
Betrayal follows each move, alliances crumble, and the distinction between foe and rescuer fades. Amidst turmoil and shocking truths, Marcy faces the creators of her suffering—will she crumble beneath the burden of her heritage, or ascend to seize a love and legacy shaped by adversity?
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Chapter: A Time To Break or EscapeKade’s broad shoulders stood tall, his chest pumped up, but it was not as frightening as his robust six foot frame that guarded my doorway like a fence. My heart thrummed rhythmically while I watched the torchlights shed dark shadows across his scared face, that Sun Pack tattoo, a sun split in the middle by a claw, sketched boldly like a caution on the side of his neck. One eye, cloudy and pale, fixed on me like a rooted tree, while the other glows with a bloodthirsty delight. “Jason has ordered that every step you take is being closely watched,” he grumbles, his voice raspy like stones scraping against a dry bone. My heart pounded heavily against my ribs, the dagger I gripped so tightly trembled in my strong hand, its blade glinting in the light yet seeming too little against his towering menace. He moved two steps nearer, leather squeaking, and something slips from his grasp, clattering to the ground, my Father’s pendant, the crescent moon now broken, tainted with a streak of d
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Chapter: Chapter 5: Whispers of a Deathly WelcomeEvelyn’s scream, unfiltered, enraged, extinguished like a flame, drives me down the staircase, my boots pounding the aged floor.My inflamed hand aches, Idle at my side, yet Father’s dagger jangles against my hip, a pulse of steel driving me forward. The hall stretches wide and vacant as I come to a halt, the torchlight dancing across the stone, the air dense with pine and something more intense, perhaps fear, or anger. A broken glass sparkles in Evelyn's regular place by the hearth, sharp fragments reflecting the light, with water gathering like blood. My breath catches, fear surging intensely in my chest. She was present, yelling, then vanished. Gabriel steps out of the darkness, his grin a mark of victory, silver-flecked hair tousled as if he’s been grappling with something untamed. "She’s slowly knowing her place," he tells, tone hushed and pleased, eyes sparkling as they meet my gaze. My stomach churns, what did he do? Injure her? Worse? I move ahead, my good hand clenched, b
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Chapter: Chapter 4: The Chains of a Forced OathThe servant’s last words, “he's got an announcement” drove me out the door, her panting gasp still echoing in my mind. My boots struck the stone firmly, every step sending a jolt through my swollen hand, while the dagger secured in my belt provided a chilling solace against my hip. The pack square emerges in front, an unsettled ocean of wolves beneath a darkened sky, their whispers humming like wasps disturbed from a hive. I navigate cautiously, my throat constricted, the wound from Gabriel's knife yesterday throbbing as sweat trickles down my neck. Five days until the trade, and now this, whatever “announcement” he has, it’s yet another blow directed at me. Gabriel walks out, a wolf in disguise, his silver-flecked hair shining in the torchlight. That mischievous smirk stretches across his face, teeth exposed as if he’s already achieved something I can't grasp. The audience quiets down, and he spreads his legs apart, his voice echoing across the square. “In three days, Evelyn wil
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Chapter: Chapter 3: A Mother’s Love Turned to AshThe shadow remains still. Evelyn remains in place, outlined by the soft light of the hall, her dark silks absorbing the moonlight as if it were a chasm. The entrance of my room feels like a frontline; her quiet gaze from just moments before, when I had stumbled in, injured and bleeding, seared into my memory. My hand aches, fingers swollen from Gabriel’s kick, and the gash on my neck hurts with each swallow, but it’s her gaze that tightens my stomach. Chilly, penetrating, boring into me as if I’m a target she’s assessing. "Why were you present?" I burst out, my voice trembling even with the anger I forced into it. My strong hand clutches the doorframe, fingers dragging along the wood. She approaches nearer, slowly and purposefully, her heels tapping against the stone. The atmosphere grew thick, laden with an unidentifiable weight, perhaps intention, or a hidden truth she holds too tightly. Her blue eyes fixate on mine, unwavering, and I recoil, anticipating words, a strike, anyth
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Chapter: Chapter 2: Beneath the Alpha’s Cruel HeelThe hall stretches before me, it's dark entrance engulfing me as I walk through the doors. Gabriel's growl, "Come out here, girl. “We're not finished”, echoes in my mind, a sharp snap that frays my nerves painfully. My boots scrape the stone, every step more burdensome than the one before, the dagger abandoned in my room a phantom heaviness on my chest. He’s standing still, a massive figure in the wavering torchlight, his hair streaked with silver gleaming like the fur of a beast. His eyes sparkled, malice honed to a razor's edge, and I halted a few steps away, chin raised even with the quaking in my legs. “You still imagine yourself as his daughter?” he mocks with a smirk, his voice saturated with disdain. Before I can respond, his hand darts forward, seizing the leather string around my neck, Father's charm, a crescent moon sculpted from bone. My final fragment of him. I reach for it, but he pulls strongly, the chain digging into my skin before it breaks. The pendant falls to th
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Chapter: Chapter 1: The Gavel of a Traitor’s Trade(Marcy’s POV)The shaded hallway.The scent of the Moon Pack.Similar to wet stone and ancient blood, a grave for my father's heritage. I positioned myself close to the backend, arms firmly crossed over my chest, my nails piercing my skin to prevent my hands from trembling. The pack elders sit against the walls, their aging fur covering stooped shoulders, their whispers a gentle buzz beneath the flickering torches. Gabriel lounges across the Alpha’s throne, my father’s throne, his large body overshadowing the intricately carved oak. His hair, streaked with silver, shines like a knife, and those once-trusted warm brown eyes now sparkle with a strange chill, something I can't identify. He pounds his fist against the table, the noise a thunderous boom that straightens my back. “It has been decided,” Gabriel shouts, pounding his fist onto the table. The crack echoes through the corridor, piercing like a bone breaking. “In seven days, Marcy will go to the Sun Pack.”A wild spread of
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