Traded to the Ruthless Alpha

ReyaThe fairy tale did not even last until midnight. The very second our carriage pulled up to the Oakwood estate, the illusion shattered into a million pieces. We barely made it through the front doors before the first heavy crystal vase came flying across the grand parlor, smashing directly into the mahogany wall right next to my head. Shards of glass rained down onto the carpet. "I won't do it! I absolutely won't do it! I will not let that plain, useless loser have him!" Bernice shrieked at the top of her lungs. Her perfect golden curls bounced frantically around her face as she stomped her feet like a toddler having a tantrum. Her cheeks were bright red, and tears of pure rage were smudging her makeup. "Alpha Skylar belongs to me! He is supposed to be mine!" I stayed near the doorway, casually brushing a stray piece of glass off the sleeve of my green dress. I kept my hands inside my pockets so nobody could see how hard I was clenching my fists. "He doesn't belong to you, Berni

ReyaThree full days passed, and I quickly realized that living in the guard wing of the Blackwood fortress was basically like being a ghost. Alpha Killian completely kept his word about ignoring me. He did not check on me once. A quiet, elderly omega servant brought a tray of minimal rations to my room twice a day, usually consisting of stale bread, a bowl of thin broth, and some dried meat. I did not complain about the food. I ate every single bite because I needed to keep my physical strength up. I spent my daylight hours sitting by the small, drafty window of my room, studying every single detail of the fortress courtyard below. I watched the Blackwood warriors train in the muddy snow for hours. They were brutal, efficient, and completely serious about their combat. There was no laughing or showing off like the warriors back in the Southern Valley. This pack lived on the edge of survival, and it showed in every movement. By the third night, the temperature dropped significantly,