Bought by the Daddy Alpha Don

Catalina POV"You're a f*cking bastard Rodri, you know that right?" A man, donned with Cuban links around his neck and a diamond wristwatch, released a chuckle as he twisted his head at Papa.The bald-headed man, presumably an Alpha, laid back on a long red-leather loveseat with a glass of bourbon in his left hand, took a long swig and crushed the glass with the same hand. The shards cut into his palm and blood trickled down his arm. Then, he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and pointed his finger at me. "But, you know how to make a beautiful f*cking child."A wave of ice shot through my core, freezing me in place. The beads of sweat that formed on my forehead even seemed to turn to tiny ice cubes. It was blistering in this underground hideout, the air suffocating between the smell of cigarettes and sweaty vigilantes, however goosebumps laced my arms. The room was littered with bricks of cocaine, spare ammo spewed about, a few leather couches, a metal strip

A chandelier made of solid gold hung in the middle of the large square room, emitting dim rays of light. Velvet carpets lined the floor, and dark wood paneling outfitted the walls. A dozen sections of the room were walled off with sheer curtains. I could briefly see outlines behind one of the curtains of a person on their knees and the other standing up straight. Scattered moans bounced off the walls."This is where you'll be staying, dear." Celeste turned to face me, her amber eyes flashing a bright red as if she was aroused by something—maybe the moans.That odor of chlorine and sulfur that I smelt on the way down was just semen."No way in h*ll, Celeste. This is a prostitution ring, not a packhouse," I stated firmly. I rotated my head around to see if there were any exits other than the one we came in, but there weren't."You'll get used to it soon enough. The moans actually help me fall asleep." Her eyelashes fluttered as she confessed it. Instead of a wav

"Gentlemen," he clapped his hands together and summoned the group of men who just walked in. "Why don't we show this young lady around the place?"It felt like less of a request and more of a command.Immediately, my stomach dropped as four men surrounded me. I had nowhere to escape to this time. I could shift, but if they weren't shifters themselves, that might cause them to resort to using guns—something I wasn't prepared to take on. And regardless, I was drastically outnumbered, and I had no head start to help me. It wouldn't have done any good."Go easy on her," El Lobo, as they called him, instructed. His command didn't reassure me as 'go easy' usually implied that whatever they were going to do to me was the exact opposite of that.I kept calm and didn't make a run for it because I knew that would only lead to more aggression. Luckily, the men, all four, who were quite scruffy and unkempt, didn't put their hands on me, except one who was a bit heavy set with a

I had so many questions I wanted to ask Ginger, but I thought it would be insensitive to start our conversation with that. Instead, I decided I would let her take the lead and see what she had on her mind.While she had no problem smiling at me, she didn't seem interested in opening up, and understandably so. Compared to all the girls I had seen here so far, she seemed the most malnourished and mistreated. In fact, I couldn't see how any man would buy her in this condition. It made me wonder if she'd end up dying here like an abandoned animal.All she said was, "You're beautiful, Catalina."I put my lips together and nodded. I wanted to say, 'you are too,' but then I felt it would seem disingenuous by giving the same compliment back. Ginger was beautiful, but I knew she wouldn't see herself that way given her current appearance: bruised, scraggly hair, dirty.Given that I was still a fully functioning human being just a few days ago, able to eat whatever I wanted an

I woke up later, unaware of how long I had been operated on or how long I'd been out. All I could see was a foggy vision of a blinding spotlight above me. Then, I saw a few faces come into my distorted view as the chair I was laying in reclined upward. I heard muffled voices, and it took me a while to regain my grip on reality."Earth to 305. Earth to 305," I saw that same female nurse from before waving her hands in front of me. What the hell did she mean by 305?I looked down at my arms but didn't see any incisions. Then I glanced down at my legs and still I couldn't notice any differences. I began running my hands all over my body and froze when I felt some stitches on the back of my neck."What the hell is this?" I screamed. "And why are you calling me 305?" I frantically ran my fingers over more parts of my body to feel for any differences from before."Why dearest, that's your new name," I heard the doctor's squeaky pitch from the corner of the room. He came i