Semua Bab Sold to the cruel alpha : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Sitting in front of the whole pack, my legs and hands were tied to the chair, as I await the final judgment they have for me. Will I be banished? Or I will be given a death sentence. My heart were pounding against my chest too hard. It felt like it was growing bigger with each seconds that passed by. I might end up dying from heart attack before I hear their final vindict.What was my crime? I had killed a man. Tyler Parish, is a monster! He likes to put in hands into little kids dresses and touch us inappropriately. And he made a mistake of doing that the night I had shifted into my wolf for the first time. I didn’t actually have the intentions of killing him, but who would have thought that monster was just a weak feeble man. It was just self defense, I was protecting myself from him. But no one seems to believe me, I expected other victims of his to stand with me but everyone was silent and looked at me like I am a monster. They locked me up and every day didn’t pass by withou

Today is the day I turn eighteen, and this is definitely not how I had imagined my eighteenth birthday to be like. I imagined you know fantasying about meeting my mate, who it would be and how handsome he would be.But how could I meet my mate when I am nothing but a slave in Alpha Devon’s palace. I hit my pillow angrily, I felt so angry and powerless. I can’t believe I would be mateless for life and work as a slave till I die. I stared at myself in the old wooden mirror, I am very beautiful, one of the most beautiful ladies in the Bloodmoon pack, I am just ill fated. I pulled my long ombré air to the back as it cascaded down my back, I brushed my hair as I prepared for the lots of work I have to do today.The head maid had told me we were expecting some guests. A new Alpha would be visiting Alpha Devon today and everything must be perfectly in order, she had said. I wondered who the Alpha is. I have to be around Alpha Devon and I hope I don’t make any mistakes again.“I’ll deal with

Luther’s POV I carried her in my arms as I raced down the stairs, people stared at me in shock as I kept running. I took her to the pack house hospital, and when the doctors had seen her clothes they were reluctant to take her in. “She is a slave, we don’t treat slaves.” The doctor had said to me as I stared in shock. What was this madness happening in the Bloodmoon pack! My pack the Silvermoon pack, doesn’t discriminate against slaves, maid or Omega! Everyone was allowed to be treated in the pack house hospital.“Is this how Alpha Devon rules his people?” I screamed at them, as the doctor looks at me in horror. “Alpha Luther… he said slowly as he recognizes me. I didn’t know it was you. Please bring in her.” I scoffed at his behavior.I would have dealt with him, but there isn’t any time for that, I laid her on the bed as they carried her in. I followed them closely, her eyes were still shut, she looked so pure and beautiful even in this state. I hope she will be fine.“You have t

Scarlet’s POVThe hospital room felt colder than the dungeon, though the sterile walls were a far cry from the damp stone I’d grown used to.My back still burned, each breath a reminder of the lashes that had torn my skin apart.But it wasn’t the physical pain that kept me awake, staring at the cracked ceiling.It was the ache in my chest, the lingering pull of the mate bond I couldn’t shake, and the weight of Luther’s offer hanging over me.Leave with him to the Silvermoon Pack, or stay here, trapped in Devon’s world of cruelty and contradictions.The door creaked open, and I tensed, expecting another confrontation.Instead, it was Mei, the maid who shared my room. Her small frame slipped inside with a tray of food.Her eyes avoided mine, as usual, but there was something different in her posture—less hostility, more… caution.“They said you need to eat,” she muttered, setting the tray on the small table beside my bed.It held a bowl of thin soup and a chunk of stale bread. Hardly a

Scarlet’s POVThe dungeon’s damp chill seeped into my bones, the stone floor biting through the thin fabric of my dress. My wrists ached where the guards had gripped me, dragging me down here after Isabelle’s accusation.The darkness was suffocating, broken only by the faint drip of water somewhere in the distance. My mind raced, replaying the scene in the banquet hall—Isabelle’s smug grin, the damning letter, Devon’s cold order. And that scent… rose oil and blood. It clung to my senses, a puzzle I couldn’t solve.I curled into a ball, my back pressed against the rough wall, the cuts from my earlier punishment stinging with every movement. Blair whimpered in my head, her presence faint but steady, urging me to stay strong.But how could I?Isabelle had framed me, and Devon believed her. Luther’s protests echoed in my ears, but he was just one voice against a pack ready to condemn me. And the letter… I hadn’t seen it before, but its existence felt like a noose tightening around my neck