All Chapters of Traded to the Ruthless Alpha. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The hall stretches before me, it's dark entrance engulfing me as I walk through the doors. Gabriel's growl, "Come out here, girl. “We're not finished”, echoes in my mind, a sharp snap that frays my nerves painfully. My boots scrape the stone, every step more burdensome than the one before, the dagger abandoned in my room a phantom heaviness on my chest. He’s standing still, a massive figure in the wavering torchlight, his hair streaked with silver gleaming like the fur of a beast. His eyes sparkled, malice honed to a razor's edge, and I halted a few steps away, chin raised even with the quaking in my legs. “You still imagine yourself as his daughter?” he mocks with a smirk, his voice saturated with disdain. Before I can respond, his hand darts forward, seizing the leather string around my neck, Father's charm, a crescent moon sculpted from bone. My final fragment of him. I reach for it, but he pulls strongly, the chain digging into my skin before it breaks. The pendant falls to th

The servant’s last words, “he's got an announcement” drove me out the door, her panting gasp still echoing in my mind. My boots struck the stone firmly, every step sending a jolt through my swollen hand, while the dagger secured in my belt provided a chilling solace against my hip. The pack square emerges in front, an unsettled ocean of wolves beneath a darkened sky, their whispers humming like wasps disturbed from a hive. I navigate cautiously, my throat constricted, the wound from Gabriel's knife yesterday throbbing as sweat trickles down my neck. Five days until the trade, and now this, whatever “announcement” he has, it’s yet another blow directed at me. Gabriel walks out, a wolf in disguise, his silver-flecked hair shining in the torchlight. That mischievous smirk stretches across his face, teeth exposed as if he’s already achieved something I can't grasp. The audience quiets down, and he spreads his legs apart, his voice echoing across the square. “In three days, Evelyn wil

Kade’s broad shoulders stood tall, his chest pumped up, but it was not as frightening as his robust six foot frame that guarded my doorway like a fence. My heart thrummed rhythmically while I watched the torchlights shed dark shadows across his scared face, that Sun Pack tattoo, a sun split in the middle by a claw, sketched boldly like a caution on the side of his neck. One eye, cloudy and pale, fixed on me like a rooted tree, while the other glows with a bloodthirsty delight. “Jason has ordered that every step you take is being closely watched,” he grumbles, his voice raspy like stones scraping against a dry bone. My heart pounded heavily against my ribs, the dagger I gripped so tightly trembled in my strong hand, its blade glinting in the light yet seeming too little against his towering menace. He moved two steps nearer, leather squeaking, and something slips from his grasp, clattering to the ground, my Father’s pendant, the crescent moon now broken, tainted with a streak of d