Traded to the Wolf King

Amara POV My blood was unique and for some reason it was the only substance that could help cure Catherine’s rare heart disease. It’s the only thing they valued about me, I knew it…even as they at times take it forcibly. Today the entire pack was to celebrate the news that only I was dreading. The news that my sister would be named as the future alpha of the pack. It would be a grand ceremony, enough money had been thrown into it, a night fit for the princess that she is. A night the pack will never forget. All would attend, it was expected by the alpha and luna. All but me. I was the illegitimate daughter, the one my father wishes to forget. My sister, Catherine, is to be the next alpha. Yet, I am older than her…I was meant to be the heir. She would be the one to inherit my lands, inherit my title…and he would do it in front of everyone to prove the point, yet keep me away. He was in charge; he was the big scary alpha of the Mystic Hallows pack. Nobody dares defy him, n

Amara POV She was lying…yet why couldn’t I forget this niggling feeling deep within me. I couldn’t let her words get the better of me, I had too much to do. I had a breakfast to help prepare and I’d rather do it without the judgemental stare of the cook. I creep down the staircase, praying I wouldn’t need to fake a smile to anyone this morning. I just wanted to be alone, but then in being alone I would spiral. My mind would implode in on itself from her lies. Busying myself with breakfast, I didn’t even notice I had cut myself with the sharp kitchen blade until blood flowed onto the chopping board. “Damn it.” I say out to myself, running the cold kitchen tap before placing my finger under it. It wasn’t much of a cut but worry still washed over me as I placed a plaster upon it. I wasn’t allowed to hurt myself; I wasn’t allowed to get injured. Ever since they found out that my blood kept Catherine alive all my training came to an abrupt stop, also my private alpha training

Amara POV “You will trade mates Amara, Catherine will mark Jason once and for all.” Stepmother giggles out, clapping her hands together in excitement as if my heartbreak was a romantic notion for her to witness. As if I could bare to witness Catherine marking my mate before my very eyes. “What, now?” I gasp out, tearing my eyes away from the rogue…a strange frenetic energy buzzing between us. “No time like the present.” Stepmother manoeuvres over to Father, her arm hooking around his. Father’s cold expression leaving no room for negotiation. Not that I would even try, I was merely their puppet, my fate in their hands. My eyes frantically glance to the office door, if I dart for it now, I can escape. I can’t watch this; I can’t be a part of this. But one alpha command from father and my legs would stop, each footstep like stepping through thick mud. He truly had control over me. “Get on with it.” He grunts out, his eyes flickering to the rogue stood next to me. “I, Cathe

Amara POV “Don’t worry Amara Bloodstone, I won’t mate with you….not yet.” A darkness settles upon the already darkly lit hallway, Erik’s eyes turning sultry…and hungry. If the electricity worked in this house, I would expect the lights to flicker as an eerily cold atmosphere settles over us…something dark. His words silence me, my tongue becoming tied under his intense gaze. “Let’s see if the upstairs fairs better than the downstairs…” He offers out, his hand extending out to take mine. With a deep breath in he briefly closes his eyes, seemingly forcing his wolf back...those amber eyes not as red as they had just been. With hesitation, I place my hand out for his to take, that electric shock between us still as powerful. I look down at my hand which is now completely covered with his…I hadn’t even realised how small my hands were until now. I start to move up the stairs, the side railing rotten through as that smell of damp continues to linger. Embarrassed, I

Amara POV It has been a fortnight since Erik was banished…and I hadn’t been prepared for the fall out. I wasn’t expecting this pain in my chest, from his absence…a bond between us to be ignited from our marking, only then to be ripped apart. It’s worse at night time. That’s when the nightmares come. I wasn’t welcomed into the alpha house, not like before. If I thought I was an outcast then; I really wasn’t prepared for being even further pushed to the edges of pack society. I wasn’t allowed to eat dinner with the family, not like before. I was expected to attend the alpha household to attend to my duties, then go home to my new dwellings…my pack house near the monkshood farming fields that was starting to burn at my chest. Depending on the wind direction over the past two weeks, some days I wouldn’t even dare open the windows. The smell of my own burning lungs left me feeling sick along with a hacking cough at night times that nothing seemed to cure. The only food I ate w