Sold to the Ruthless Alpha Billionaire

POPPY’S POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the light. It came in sideways through the curtains, too bright for how my head felt, and for exactly three beautiful seconds I didn't remember anything. Then I rolled over, and the other side of the bed was empty. The pillow still held the faint shape of where his head had been, and I stared at it for a long moment.My hand pressed flat against the cool sheet beside me, like touching it could tell me something but it didn't.I sat up slowly, the sheet pooling around my waist, and looked around the room in the thin morning light. His jacket was gone from the chair but the glass of water he'd set on the nightstand was still there, yet he wasn't. There was no note on the pillow, he was just gone.“Of course.” I mumbled, dragging a hand down my face. “What was I expecting?”I got dressed in my clothes, and let myself out of the room. I stepped out into the cold morning air and stood on the pavement outside the building for a momen

GREY’S POVI had a system for traitors but it wasn't complicated. The complicated part which included the investigation and the gathering of evidence were already done when they were brought to me and by the time I was involved, the only thing left was the end of it.Dorian Hess had served in my inner circle for three years. He stood at my right shoulder in council meetings and nodded along to every word I said.I always thought him loyal and impossible to betray me. It turned out that I was wrong. He knelt in the centre of the lower hall now, his wrists bound, and two of my guards at his back. "You don't have to do this," Dorian said. His voice was mostly steady. I gave him credit for that."I know," I said.I was leaning against the far table with my arms crossed, watching him with patience. When I was younger, I used to let anger lead but the aftermath was always messy so I learned better.His throat bobbed. "My family-""Will be provided for," I said. "I'm not punishing them f

POPPY’S POV"I'm not going anywhere with you."The words came out steadier than I felt, which was a miracle, because every part of me was trembling. Grey stood in front of me with that insufferable half-smile and those amber eyes that had no business being as beautiful as they were on a man this terrible.He tilted his head slightly, studying me the way someone might study an insect that had wandered onto their shoe. "That wasn't a question, pet.""Stop calling me that.""No." He turned and said something to the golden-haired man beside him, completely dismissing me mid-conversation as though I hadn't spoken at all. It was like I was just furniture that had briefly made a noise. His attitude infuriated me beyond measure and I curled my fingers into a tight fist. I stepped forward. "I said I'm not leaving with you. I am Poppy Voss and my father is Beta Voss of the Darkwood pack and if you think for one second that—""I know who your father is." He didn't even turn around when he sai

POPPY’S POV"No." I snapped, my voice coming out in a growl. I was still standing in the middle of his office with my arms crossed and my heart slamming against my ribs."You're out of your mind," I continued with pure hatred. "I want you to know that."He pushed off the desk and moved around to the other side, then opened the top drawer and pulled out a long, corded black whip. My breath hitched as he set the whip on the desk between us.“What are you doing?” I asked, but he ignored me. “Grey?”When he looked at me, there was nothing in his expression that resembled the warmth I remembered from that bar. That man had smiled at me like I was someone precious. This man looked like there was fire blazing in his eyes."The rules are simple," he said. "You'll find I don't repeat them." He straightened and clasped his hands behind his back. “I am the Alpha and what you are is mine. Not a Beta's daughter, not Poppy Voss of Darkwood." His eyes moved over me with the same bleak detach

POPPY’S POV“Oh my God, I feel like I’m going to be sick.” The words left my throat as I stared down the balcony. The drop was higher than it had looked from inside. “I can’t do this. Shit!” I cursed and stepped away from the railing. Maybe before this, I had thought of myself as someone who didn’t fear heights. Now I wasn’t so sure. If I didn’t land properly, I was sure to break a bone or two. I realized this at the precise moment I was already committed. My hands gripped the balcony railing as the stone face of the mansion dropped away beneath me into the dark. “No.” I shook my head, muttering to myself. “No, I can’t do this.” Going back inside was not an option. I let go. With my breath held, I threw myself off the railing and landed harder than I’d intended. “Goddess!” I cried out. The impact shot up through my bare feet and into my knees. Another cry tried to escape, but I bit it back and stayed crouched in the shadow of the building for three seconds, listening