The Ruthless Queen Bound To The Feral Alpha King

Morgan's POV

News reached ears about my arrival, and the roads cleared, devoid of any breathing creature. Even the grass cracked under my feet, as they had preferred to rather dry up than witness the weight of my feet alive.

Whispers died down at the auction and the head guard welcomed me as their grand customer. I knew most of my subjects hated me, but they never dared to show it to my face.

Male alphas are feared, but what about female alphas? Exactly.

They simply refused to hand me over my rightful position, so I snatched it from my elder brother. That's a story for another day.

Right now? I needed to contain my insatiable sexual urges.

When I wasn't tending to pack matters or causing chaos, I was busy dominating men much bigger than I am in bed. I loved to tie, chain them up and give them permission to pleasure me.

I came in search of my next victim to be purchased and dragged to my bed from the dozens of male slaves captured from other packs.

The last time I was here, I bought two slaves, but put together, they just weren't doing it for me.

It pissed me off.

Whoever I take with me tonight will do so much work, he might just die on me.

Slaves have lasted here for months, looking for buyers, looking for a brighter future, but anytime they saw me, they hid their faces. They dreaded the thought of being picked by me, and it fascinated me every time.

It didn't matter though. I didn't care about faces. All I needed to see was their muscular build. I liked men like that because they were so intimidating, it made me want to step on their necks and make them submit to me.

My gaze suddenly fell on a slave in the crowd, and all my earlier beliefs about not caring about faces dissipated. He caught my attention instantly like he dragged me to him.

He had this dark, unsettling aura around him that felt as if air bent to his command, and he didn't need to do much to be noticed.

He felt too superior to be there, I could feel it, and that made him so perfect to be humbled.

He already passed the muscular department. He looked like he could overpower me in bed and knock me unconscious if I let him, but too bad I was never the sub. It meant weakness, and I will never subscribe to being weak again.

“Which one would you like, Alpha Morgan?” The head guard interrupted my thoughts, bringing me back to the present.

My consciousness already made its decision before I could even think further, and I found my hands pointing right at his direction.

“Him.” His gaze snapped to mine, and my heart dropped.

While I could hear horrid gasps from the other slaves, my wolf suddenly growled, her claws scratching my back, itching to be let out, and I stumbled backwards in shock, and pain.

The pull was too maddening, it felt external. I took subtle deeper breaths, and I put a hand to my chest to relax when I recovered.

That has never happened in my life before.

Most times I forgot I had a wolf. She hates me so much, she never felt the need to ever agree with me about anything or even speak. We've been keeping malice for over a year now.

But now, she has found herself an interest. I had a feeling I was definitely about to have loads of fun with this slave.

He was dragged out and tossed at my feet, and while I didn't approve, I lowered myself to a squat.

I raised his face upwards by his chin, and I ran my hands through his shocking smooth face.

“I'm Morgan.” I swiped my tongue over my lower lip shamelessly as I stared, heat instantly creeping up my neck.

He hit me with harsh silence and just dropped his head, bored and uninterested.

He was uninterested.

My hands clenched as I snapped my head to the guards.

“He doesn't speak?”

“Not that we know of, Alpha. He's just been sitting there since the morning he was brought here.”

I stole one more glance at his hair as he was now facing the ground, and I shook my head.

That won't do. I like hearing the men make hot erotic noises at my touch. When I dragged his face up again, his eyes went icy, and very cold. He was…glaring at me.

Fuck.

My blood burned. Now I want him. No matter what, I will make him speak.

I let out a determined breath.

“I'm taking him. Let me know how much he costs, I'll pay, and you have him delivered to my place, well showered and shaved.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Before rising to my feet, I reached for his face, and I breathed into his mouth because I couldn't stop myself.

His features were infuriating and disgustingly erotic without basic effort.

“We'll have such a great time, dear slave. I'll show you you're special. You'd like that, wouldn't you?”

Soulless eyes stared right back at me, unfazed by my promises, and I felt sharp unease, a feeling of deja vu assaulting my brain. He felt awfully familiar, but there's no way I could've seen him before and forgot. He's hard to forget.

“You haven't paid for me yet.” He whispered, his deep voice shaking my insides abruptly as my eyes grew wide, a moan almost escaping me.

He just spoke? I shut my eyes for a moment, reminiscing on the thick, grave voice I had just heard.

That's it. He has to be on my bed tonight.

I rose up so fast, and I headed to the pay point as though something beyond me was pushing me.

His price was outrageous, but I had failed to hide my desperation, so I suffered the brunt of it.

When I turned back around, he was being dragged away to get prepared for me.

Our eyes met again, and I swallowed.

My wolf, Alma, stirred awake in a deafening growl, but it wasn't in pleasure.

She seemed to retreat, to hide back in her shell. What just happened?