3. Arrival Of The Hybrid Alpha

~Sai

“Beatrice, you…you…!” I couldn't even complete the words in my mouth. My body was already vibrating and I could feel my head spinning. I fell to my knees, collapsing onto the cold floor in weakness.

The Pack members stood frozen, their faces blank, their eyes glassy—each one under Beatrice’s spell.

“I have only one reason, Sai.” Beatrice’s voice was low, cruel. “To make my daughter the strongest she-wolf in the world. If I let you run with that pregnancy, you’ll become a threat to everything I’ve planned.”

“So, she’s pregnant?” Lola’s voice rang out as she emerged from the shadows. Her eyes flared. “Don’t tell me you’re carrying Theodore’s child.” Her voice was filled with disgust, curling into a sneer.

She sauntered toward Theo, who stood silent, stunned. Lola looped her arm around him possessively. “I won’t share you with anyone, especially not Sai. I want that thing inside her gone.”

My breath hitched. I stared at Theodore, praying for him to say something—anything to defend me. But instead, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it hard.

“Didn’t I tell you to get rid of that child?” he snarled. “How dare you lie to me?”

“You don’t have to worry, Theo,” Beatrice interrupted calmly. “She’ll regret ever getting pregnant.”

Beatrice crouched before me. My pulse pounded in my ears. Behind her, Lola toyed with Theo’s shirtless chest, her lips curled in a smirk. Did she even care what her mother was about to do?

“I’m sorry, Sai,” Beatrice said with mock sympathy. “But your precious daughter will fuel my black magic.”

I shook my head slowly. “No… Beatrice, please. I’m pregnant. This baby—this baby has to live.”

My voice cracked as I turned to Theo. “This is your child! Are you really going to let them kill your own blood?”

Theo didn’t flinch. “I don’t care. Mother wants to use it. You won’t stop her.”

Beatrice’s hands began to move—twisting, swirling in the air like she was weaving something invisible. I tried to crawl away, but my limbs were heavy. Her chants deepened. Her fingers traced a glowing green circle into the air.

Suddenly, green smoke poured from it, wrapping around me like a snake. My skin burned. A stabbing pain twisted deep inside my belly.

Something was being pulled from me.

The agony was too much. I wanted to scream but couldn’t. I was too weak. My mouth opened in a silent cry.

Warm liquid spilled from between my thighs.

I looked down. Blood.

My baby. Gone.

A sob tore from my chest. But the world tilted, and then everything went black.

*

When I woke, everything was dark.

There was a faint light somewhere, but my face was covered and my wrists were bound tightly to the arms of a chair.

Panic surged in me.

Then I heard her.

“She’s finally awake,” Beatrice said. Her voice sent chills down my spine. “It’s time for you all to taste her.”

Where was I? Why was I tied up? I blinked as my blindfold was removed, and the world came into focus.

Alphas.

All around me, powerful men from different packs sat watching me with hunger in their eyes.

I was in a slave auction.

“No,” I whispered. “No, no…”

Beatrice stood tall at the front. Theodore sat next to Lola, who held a whip wrapped in thorns. He drank lazily, as if I were nothing but entertainment.

“Can we begin the tasting now?” a young Alpha asked, licking his hand with anticipation.

I knew what “tasting” meant. I had seen it before. It was a violation, a ritual of humiliation. It was a moment when a slave is assaulted by

“She’s a premium commodity,” Beatrice said. “Trained by the Late Alpha himself. You may proceed.”

Immediately after her words, I felt an excruciating whip on my back 

“AHHHH!” I screamed as the whip tore across my back. Thorns bit deep, and when it was dragged away, blood sprayed the floor.

Another lash.

Then hands.

As I screamed, I felt three fingers entering my pussy. They came from three different men.

“It’s still fresh,” one of them said.

I sobbed but no sound came.

Beatrice had made me mute.

My pain exploded into something surreal. Their hands moved over me— my mouth, breasts, thighs, face. I was trembling, powerless.

“She has good taste. I want her,” said Alpha Greg, my father’s supposed best friend.

Beatrice raised her hand. “Because of her quality and strength, bidding starts at $300 million.”

“$500 million!” Greg shouted.

“$700 million!” came another voice.

“$850 million!”

“$1 billion!” said the Alpha licking my lips. He was infamous and was aggressively harsh on bed. He's rumored to buy women for sexual benefits and hundreds of Lunas have died in his bed.

Was he going to be the one?

“$1 billion going once… going twice…”

“$10 BILLION!” A voice Echoed from behind.

The room froze. All heads turned.

The voice was thick, dominant, full of ancient power.

And when he stepped forward, the light hit his face.

My breath stopped.

“Caspian… ALPHA Caspian?” I whispered.

The man  standing before me is Caspian, the Hybrid Alpha.

He is Half demon, Half werewolf.