Sold To A Cursed Alpha

Aria's POV:“It's a lie!” I yelled, staggering back, as panic clawed at me, but there was nowhere to run. My back was against the sink and the men approached me with strong steps.My claws itched, and a surge of werewolf strength ready to tear through them, but I knew brute force alone wouldn’t save me. I saw the weakness in my father's eyes. He was saying ‘It was over’, just not using his words.My father was a gambler, a drunkard, and a man who had squandered nearly everything he worked for after Mother died. He had always been reckless and careless, but even in my worst nightmares, I refuse to believe that he would use me, his own daughter, as collateral.My hands trembled as I struggled against the man’s grip, my claws itching to tear through them, yet I remained trapped, at the mercy of a stranger. They led me out of the house–defeated.I wanted to tell myself that it wasn't real, but I had seen his signature countless times when settling his debts, yet never had I imagined it wou

Draven's POV:‘Why did the Moon Goddess do this to me?’ I thought, staring deeply at the strange slave standing wide-eyed before me.‘Why would she dare pair me with another she-wolf when I had sworn that after losing Helen, the only woman I had ever loved, that I would never allow another mate into my life?’ My hands curled into fists, nails digging into my palms as anger coursed through my veins because the Moon Goddess did as she pleased, always had, always would, and no mortal law or instinct could ever prevent her from meddling.In anger, I released my Alpha's command causing the girls to stagger back and fall to the ground while I made my way to the pretty one who happened to be my second-chance mate. But even as I crouched before her and grasped her jaw tightly, tilting her face to meet mine, I felt the primal insistence that gnawed at the edges of my control with my wolf sensing her in ways my mind could not yet understand.I was just about to reject her, just about to force h

Chapter Six​Draven'sPOV:​I watched the heavy oak doors click shut behind Aria, leaving the room feeling oddly vacant despite the lingering scent of her wolf, which was a mix of mountain air and something sweet like medicinal herbs. My skin still prickled where I had touched her jaw, and the persistent hum of the mate bond was currently clawing at the back of my skull like a caged beast. I ignored it, straightening my coat and turning to face Ragnar, who was currently leaning against a stone pillar with an expression that suggested he wanted to punch me.​“Are you seriously going ahead with this, Draven? Or Luthor, or whatever you’re calling yourself today?” Ragnar asked, his voice echoing off the high ceilings as he pushed off the wall and began pacing. “Deceiving the Elders is one thing, but this plan is an absolute death trap because if they ever find out that the ‘Luna’ is actually a bought slave pretending to be pregnant, they won’t just impeach you, they will probably execute us

Draven's POV:“Would you look at that? A gift from the moon goddess herself,” Ragner teased as he followed behind me into my room.“Quit it!” I immediately hushed him, trying so hard to hide the smile on my face. Ragner and I would occasionally cross the lines of friendship. He had been with me for the longest and had earned the right to tease me, but now was not the time. “What's the plan to make the wedding happen this week?” I probed, taking a seat at my study desk.“I have the maids working on a menu and the decorations as well,” he replied, sitting on the other side of the table.“What do you mean decorations and menu?” I raised a brow, “keep it small, just the elders. It's all for formality, remember? She already signed the contract, so technically, we're already married.” Saying we were married felt like I was about to throw up. I was still struggling with that truth.“Absolutely not!” Ragner said. His words triggered slight confusion, which I revealed on my face. “You're the Al

ARIA'S POV:“Ahhhhh!” I yelled at the top of my voice. The only thing preventing me from jumping out of my skin was his arms firmly wrapped around me.He jumped up, startled, then freed his arms. I watched him act very nonchalant, stretching out. “It's too early for tantrums,” he said, dropping from the bed.“This is for show!” I charged, “I have no reason to wake up to cuddles. You have no right!” My veins were about to pop.“Shut your mouth!” He said very sternly. Fear, in the form of cold shivers, ran through my spine. “You were having a bad dream and almost dying. I saved you.” He walked into the bathroom.His words echoed in my ears. ‘saved me’. I thought back. I was terrified of walking out of the room. I didn't want to end up bound to a chair in a dark room a second time.The plan was to wait a little, when I could no longer hear the singing, I'd sneak out, just before Draven returned. “Oh no!” I rested my forehead on my palm. I must have dozed off.“Oh! No!” Dividence flooded