“Do you think locking me up here will make me yours?” I whispered, eyes burning with unshed tears. “I’m not a thing you can own, Alpha. I will never be yours! You have the deed to my body, but you’ll never have the deed to my soul!” He stepped closer, his gaze unwavering.“You’re right. I don’t own your soul. But I will make you mine in ways you’ll never expect. Besides, wildflower, you’re already mine in ways you can’t even understand.” ************************* When the new Alpha King’s regime was implemented, the whole werewolf world was turned on its head, and corruption, greed, and terror spread across the land. The old alphas fell from power along with all their packs and families. Verania Waters was no exception—as the daughter of an old alpha, she received the worst treatment. Raised by a woman who hated her, once she turned twenty-one, she was sold in an auction to the notorious Rasmon Olafur, dubbed the Cruel Alpha, to become nothing more than a tool for procreation. A breeder. Ruthless, cold, and commanding, he kept her locked in his mansion, where her only purpose was to give him heirs. However, as the days went by, Verania began to see glimpses of a man behind the cruel mask—one haunted by secrets, fear, and a dark past that shaped him into who he is. It called to her in ways she couldn’t explain. But the truth was far darker than she could ever have imagined. In this deadly game of deception and power, could Verania trust the Cruel Alpha? Or would the lie she spun trap them both in a world where love was the greatest risk of all?
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I was woken up by the feeling of a stick biting into my legs painfully. I opened my eyes and saw Madame Freya standing above me, the stick she used to whip all of us whenever we wronged her or made a mistake in her hand. "Up!" she barked. "Today is the day I'll finally get rid of you." I didn't know what she meant but I had the feeling that it was something bad. For years, she was my guardian, calling me a burden and complaining about the time and money it took to feed me. I wasn't like the other girls. I didn't work in the brothel, pleasing the countless men who knocked on her door on a regular basis. Madame Freya's brothel was the most popular one in the city, mostly because she always had fresh girls to replace the old ones. What happened to the old ones remained a mystery even to me. We never saw them again after they were declared unfit to satisfy men's desires. For years, I wondered why she never trained me to be a part of them. I didn't have illusions—I knew she didn't care about me. Her intentions were wicked and far from pure. And today, I'd find out exactly what her plans for me were this entire time. The other girls sat up and looked at me. Their eyes were wide and curious—they were all younger than me. According to Madame Freya, I turned twenty-one a week ago. "Pack your belongings. Make sure not to steal the pretty dresses or I'll have your hand cut out. You know the rules." I sank to my knees on the cold hardwood floor and she stood over me, watching me as I folded what few articles of clothing I owned and filled a rucksack with them. When I was finished, she signaled for me to stand by hitting me with the stick, then ordered me to head downstairs. Behind me, I heard a small, "Bye, Verania." I turned around, raised a hand to wave at the other girls, but Madame Freya's stick hit my wrist. Pain exploded at the joint. "Walk! What do you think this is, a going-away party? MOVE!" I left our small bedroom in the attic—a room that I called my own since I arrived here ten years ago. It was right after the world as we knew it changed. The rogues took over and all the old alphas were slain—my father was one of them. I watched as they slit his throat right after killing my mother and older brother. I was only eleven years old but I understood everything. They spared my life and brought me to Madame Freya. I became her personal slave—cooking and cleaning for her. Taking her beatings whenever I made a mistake. Watching as the other girls my age were raised to become prostitutes and playthings for all the pigs who came to her brothel. Yet, I never joined them. I remained her slave. Until now. What to descend the long wooden stairs that led from the upstairs floor to the bottom, which was where the brothel operated. Fear made my heart beat faster. What was this about? Was I going to join the others? Would I be forced to sell my body? Madame Freya took one look at my face and laughed heartily. "Look at you. Trembling with fear, are you? Are you scared?" I said nothing and simply stared back at her. Madame Freya narrowed her eyes at me and spat at my feet before wiping a hand across her mouth. The bartender along with everyone else standing around laughed. My cheeks became red with anger and humiliation. "You were the worst slave I ever owned," she declared. "Never listened. Always made mistakes. I suspect you did it to challenge me. See how far I'd go with you. Isn't that right?" "No, Madame Freya." "Liar!" she hissed, stepping so close to me that I could smell the whiskey she liked to drink in the morning on her breath. "You disgust me. Insolent slave. We'll see how well you'll fare with one of the alphas. They'll rip you apart from the inside out. They'll break you beyond recognition." My throat tightened and although I wished to maintain this air of confidence, I faltered and Madame Freya caught it right away. "Hm. Finally, something that scared the little brat. You'll be sold in a few moments. The stage is being set up as we speak. Your virginity—one I ensured would be maintained—will give me a lot of money. Finally, you'll be worth something to me. But make no mistake, Verania, you're still nothing but garbage." A man approached us. He wore a uniform I didn't recognize—all black with gold trimmings. "The stage is set up, Madame. Everyone is waiting." "Perfect," she claimed before gripping my arm and dragging me across the main room of the brothel. Her fingernails were digging into my arm. I was sure her touch would leave bloody crescents behind. "Let's get going." Panic made me fight against her by digging my heels onto the floor. She whipped her head in my direction and smiled, to my horror. "Embarrass yourself all you want," Madame Freya claimed. "You'll only make your situation worse. They're not here for your attitude—they're here for your body." "Where are you taking me?" I demanded angrily. "To be sold. I already mentioned that, didn't I, you dumb slave? Now, move," she gritted out after giving my arm a sharp tug. "Let's get this done and over with." Despite my efforts, Madame Freya managed to drag me all the way to the other side of the room, where she opened a door covered in a soft velvety red material, and we entered a dimly lit room with walls covered in mirrors. The stage she mentioned was right across from us. The room was covered in men who were dressed in fashionable and expensive clothing, all seated and watching us with a morbid fascination. It scared me. I was filled to the brim with disgust. "Hold her," Madame Freya muttered to one of the uniformed men. They immediately grabbed me, each taking one arm, and we followed her up the steps. I raised my feet, hoping they'd release me, but they never did. I didn't want to be sold. Over the years, I'd gotten used to her beatings and curses. But to be sold to a man for goddess-only-knew-what? An Alpha? That was too much for me to bear. Madame Freya tapped the mic and splayed her arms, showing them her charm while I fought the two men holding me. They stood perfectly still, my kicks not bothering them. "Welcome, gentlemen. I thank you all for coming here. As you can see, the woman you'll be buying today is standing behind me. She just turned twenty-one some days ago, and she's perfectly healthy and clean. She's a virgin, beautiful, but I must warn you that I failed in making her perfectly obedient. That is why her starting price will be slightly lower than usual." I heard murmurs. I got tired of fighting and stopped, breathing harshly, my head hanging. I raised my head and saw every man in the room watching me. Appraising me. I wanted to spit and curse at them. I wanted to tell them that I'd never belong to any of them. But the words were caught in my throat, frozen by fear. I couldn't utter a sound. "I'm sure that with the right motivation, she'll be tame enough. Just show her the stick and she'll quiet down like a good little dog. She'll make a fine breeder—she has the hips for it. Well, shall we begin?" Breeder. After hearing that word, my whole world fell silent. The auction began. Hands went up all over the room as amounts were mentioned. I felt like I was going to pass out. Could this really be happening? "Sold!" Madame Freya suddenly yelled, pulling me from my thoughts. "Congratulations on your buy, Alpha Rasmon. I'm sure you won't regret it." Alpha Rasmon? The Alpha Rasmon? I looked up, making eye contact with the only man in the room who was standing. And my heart nearly beat right out of my chest.VERANIA I opened my eyes suddenly, and for several moments, tried to figure out where the hell I was. What was going on?My senses were slowly returning to me and with them came a soreness deep in my muscles that made me shift and groan. I tried to shift in the bed I was lying on—at least, I assumed it was a bed—but found that I couldn’t, for some reason. Moments later, I realized why. My heart started slamming against my ribs mercilessly when I looked down and saw an arm wound tightly around my waist. The hair on it suggested that it was a man’s arm, and for several moments, I panicked like I was sinking into a lake of ice-cold water. I tried to figure out where I was and why the hell a man had his arm around me. My last memory slammed into me. It was one of those males in the woods, chasing me. I had to get away. I had to find a way to escape. Slowly, I started inching out of bed. I became painfully aware of how my body was pressed against his. He held me tightly like he was
RASMON For three days, the breeder burned with fever. According to Violet—the old woman who took care of this cabin of mine—it was a miracle she was still alive. “There’s something about that woman that keeps her heart beating,” she claimed as she stirred sugar into the tea she was preparing for me. I felt weak because I had to touch the silver trap to free her. Though my symptoms weren’t as bad as hers, I still felt sick. “She’s a warrior. Stronger than most.”I didn’t know what to say to this. The truth was that I felt guilty about what happened. If I hadn’t left her, those men would’ve thought twice about attacking her. I’d been careless, and now, I was about to lose the one part of my life that I’d been looking forward to the most. Revenge. But it was more than that. The problem was that I could never admit the words out loud. They would stir too much trouble and I didn’t need that, not when things were already so complicated. Violet slid the teacup to me and watched me clo
VERANIAI was glad I saw the man getting closer to me because that gave me some time to hide. I watched him from a distance and saw that he was looking around. Was it for me? I swallowed the nervousness trying to choke me and continued watching him. I couldn’t take my eyes from him for a second. But then another man joined him and every bit of calm I felt just jumped out the window. Where had they come from? Where was Alpha Rasmon? He was taking longer than was normal. I started panicking, because what if he had gotten hurt? What was I supposed to do?The men started moving closer toward me while looking around. I knew they were looking around for something and I had a feeling I knew what it was. Slowly, I started backing away. I was hiding behind the huge boulder I’d been sitting on, and I had to find a better hiding place because they were coming toward me pretty fast. They’d seen me before I hid—they were looking for me. I kept my eyes on them while moving backward, determined
RASMONOnce the car was ready, we got going. I had to get the breeder as far away from my pack as possible because when Arius found out what happened, he would want to meet her, and that couldn’t happen. Not a chance. My plans would be ruined. I had to make sure she was hidden, and it couldn’t wait, because news of Franco’s death would spread like wildfire, and I wasn’t going to take any chances. She sat in the passenger’s seat while I was on the wheel. Nobody could know where I was taking her—not even my most trusted men. I had a place deep in the mountains that I had built in the case of an emergency, and not many people knew about it. That was where I’d be taking the breeder. Perhaps not taking her there directly after the auction was a grave mistake. Then again, I couldn’t have imagined that she’d be attacked under my own roof. Anger coursed through me at the memory of that man attacking her and Lucan. By the goddess, if I could go back, I would’ve taken my sweet time with
VERANIAI continued fighting him off and using every part of my body to defend myself. I bit the hand covering my mouth, and tried to kick him so he would get off me. Nothing worked because the man was too heavy, and the worst part was how his hands roamed over my body. I never locked the door because I didn’t have the combination. Alpha Rasmon hadn’t locked me up in a long time, and usually, nobody ever came up here. Until tonight. “Relax, little wolf!”I screamed as soon as I had the chance, wondering if someone would even hear me. I kept on kicking and fighting him, and finally, someone came. But it wasn’t the person I expected. “Verania!” Lucan exclaimed as he raced toward the bed. “No, Lucan. Get out of here!”The boy refused to listen to me and climbed onto the bed. Before the man could register what was happening, Lucan kicked him in the face. For a ten-year-old, the kick was impressive, but the man was either too strong or too drunk to be able to register that kick, and
VERANIA I could hear the music, but I couldn’t see anyone apart from the people who arrived. I knew there was no point to me watching them—if anything, I just felt lonelier. It wasn’t that I wanted to join the party. On the contrary. I probably wouldn’t have anything in common with the people downstairs. It was just that this all served as a reminder that I didn’t really have a life. While everyone had the liberty to go wherever they chose to, I was stuck here, in this room, with no idea what was going to happen to me. The thought was…depressing, to say the least. Finally, after a while had passed without people showing up, I moved away from the window and sat on the edge of the bed. I kept the lights off because I felt more hidden this way. There was privacy. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed. It was hard to keep track of time when I was in this room. A knock on my door made my heart skip a beat because I had no idea who could be standing on the other side. “
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