A Signed Contract

Sasha

 “Shall we get this over with? I have places to be.” The man’s husky voice comes as he strides towards the table in the middle of the room.

His slow, deliberate movements were like a predator stalking its prey, every step a silent promise of impending doom.

The surrounding aura radiates something like power and dominance My father smiles like he just hit the jackpot, walking to the table, when I see the high priest walking to the table as well.

The man takes the pen from my father and signs the document; his gaze fixed on me. The way his eyes are trained on me sends an icy chill down my spine, there was no mistaking it – this was a man who thrived on fear.

I quickly avert his gaze.

 My father would kill me if I ever stared at him this long, but curiosity gets the better of me as I turn to look at the man again, watching him write on the paper.

I am getting married to a man whose name I don’t even know. I have tried to find out from Rhett and Länna, but they both seem not interested in telling me who this mysterious man is.

“Sasha. Here,” the priest hands me the paper. I swallow hard, not sure what to do. I never got the opportunity to learn how to read or write. My father made sure of that, and my mother never bothered to speak on my behalf.

“Here,” The priest gestures for me where to sign. I take the pen in my left hand and bite my lower lip. I don’t know how to sign or write. The only thing I can think of is my name. I write my name on the paper and then step back.

“The money should be in your account.” The man says to my father, who beams with a smile. My heart shatters, feeling a lump in my throat. He just sold me to someone I don’t even know.

I thought I was getting married, but he sold me.

“Thank you, Alpha Cassian. Let me know if you need anything,” He adds. I freeze in my step. My legs are almost giving in.

He sold me to the cruelest man to ever exist. Why didn’t I realize this sooner? Cassian Whitehorn? Oh, goddess. I stagger back, my chest rising and falling as I glance at my father, then turn to look at the man I just got married to.

The Alpha King? The man who recently killed his new bride in a fit of rage, driven by the dark secrets that haunted his past.  Everyone knows His terrible deeds in recent years have left a trail of devastation and fear.

 The whispers of his cruelty spread like wildfire. He is not a man but a monster. And yet my father wishes me to marry him?  What kind of cruelty is this?  What kind of life awaits me?

The thought of being married to this man makes my heart pound so hard and my hands tremble.

 “Is something wrong?”

“No.” My father is the one to respond. Of course, something is wrong. My father just sold me to you. Everyone knows the kind of man you are. I want to scream those words at him, but my voice gets stuck. I am just some weak and useless omega.

The Alpha King tilts his head, a brow raised, but I quickly school my features. I know better than to ruin this for my father.

“I’m sorry,” I bow my head. I don’t want to risk being hit by him.

“If you don’t mind. Can I have a word with my daughter in private before?” My father asks me. My eyes are on Cassian; I give him a pleading look. I don’t want to be left alone with my father.

Cassian narrows his brows as he stares at me. “No. I don’t have time. You can call her to speak to her,” he dismisses my father and then turns to me.

 “Let’s go. I don’t have the entire night,” he growls, then makes his way towards the door.

I swallow hard, glancing at my father, then make my way towards him. I am leaving this god-forsaken pack; I wonder what kind of life I will live where I am going.

The rumors surrounding this man are not pleasant. Growing up, they told us stories about what kind of person he is. For him to travel from where his pack is to come and buy me? ‘

Something is wrong. He wouldn’t have known who I was or if I existed.

I want to ask him if he bought me as a breeder or a wife. But my father has taught me never to question a man, so I keep quiet, following him behind. I glance up at the staircase. I can feel someone watching me, but there’s no one.

I would have loved to say goodbye to my mother, even though it’s been weeks since I last saw her or my little sister Nikki. I stop in my tracks, staring at her room, and tears fill my eyes.

“Sasha,” Cassian calls, and I lower my head. “I’m sorry.”

He grunts and then makes his way toward the car. I guess my new alpha isn’t a man of many words because all he does is growl and grunt