Enslaved By Alpha Gunner

Mila’s POV My hands continued to tremble, as I sat in the back of an SUV alone, that I was quickly escorted out of the building to, and I had to wonder what was happening inside the building after I had been forced to leave the stage by a group of Alpha Gunner’s men. It was clear that the auctioneer had made a grave mistake putting his hands on me once I was sold, but I had to wonder who else in the building was going to pay with their lives, for just looking at me, after I was now officially his possession. It is said that an Alpha is very territorial of their breeders, since they are his possession, but left unmarked by them, due to the fact that the only she wolf to bear their mark is their mate and Luna. Story has it that only those trusted by the Alpha are allowed to set eyes on his breeders, and all others that do without his permission pay the price of death for doing so, and it was a lonely life I had to look forward to. The back

Gunner’s POV “She’s eating, Alpha.” Beta Ryker tells me as he enters my office, while I try and deal with the mess that I had made tonight at the auction. Thankfully, I didn’t foresee any of the other packs holding it against me, since I had purchased the she wolf fair and square, and the auctioneer should have known better than to touch what was mine. “Good. She is no use to me if she dies. Make sure she continues to eat. I’m entrusting you with her wellbeing.” I inform him, as I continue to look down at the stack of papers on my desk, coming now across the paperwork from the war that happened against Crescent Moon in my absence, wondering who the hell placed an order to take action against them. “May I ask a question, Alpha?” Beta Ryker now asks me, as I began to read over the paperwork sent to me from the council about my pack’s actions towards Crescent Moon. “What is it Beta?” I asked him, not looking up from the pape

Mila’s POV Exhaustion must have taken over me when I finally laid my head upon the pillow, and the bed had felt like a heavenly cloud beneath me, after what I had been forced to sleep on for the past couple of days. In my dream, I dreamt of my family all alive again, sitting around the dinner table like we had done every night, with smiles on all their faces, as we talked about our day. It brought me comfort seeing them all once again, even if it was only in my dream, because it was the first time that I had seen them in my mind without the way they looked when I last saw them, after the massacre. As the dream continued, and I sat there at the dinner table with them in silence, listening to their voices gracing me with the pleasure of hearing them again, I couldn’t help but shed a tear, as I knew this was all just a dream. My mother at that moment got up from the table, and I watched as she disappeared into the kitchen, praying that she would come back

Mila’s POV The sound of his shoes walking acrost the floor was the only sound other than my heart beating heavily in my chest in the dining room, as it was clear that he was making his way to me. I braced myself for what was to come, as I knew he was about to make a mockery of me in front of his whole pack to see. As I stood there on shaky legs once again, I knew that I would never have the courage to fulfill my plan, as there was no way that someone could win the heart of a man as cold hearted as he was. His own pack feared him, as I could now feel their fear in the room, making my own fear rise with each step that he took towards me. To my surprise, his footsteps stopped at his Beta, and I kept my head lowered, too scared to look up at him to see what he was doing, as another growl rumbled from his chest, before he stepped around him, and moved to stand in front of me. My heart was now pounding so hard that I thought that I just might

Mila’s POV Trina quickly made it very clear that I was not to her liking, and that she wasn’t happy that Alpha Gunner had pulled her from what she was doing to escort me to change and then to training. I tried to do my best to find something in the room suitable for training, but most of the clothes were not meant for such a thing, and I had to wonder why if he had planned for me to train, he wouldn’t have provided me with the right attire to do so. “Hurry up. You’re going to make us late.” Trina yells at me from within my bedroom, as I frantically look for something to wear in the walk-in closet. “I’m sorry, but there’s nothing appropriate to wear in this closet.” I call back to her, becoming frustrated, because the last thing I want to do is make an enemy with her, so that she can make my life even more hell while I was forced to be here. A chuckle comes from within my bedroom, before I hear her say, “That doesn’t surpr