All Chapters of BOUGHT BY CRUELEST ALPHA: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lily The doctor removes his glasses and sighs. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice steady but heavy. "We're doing everything we can. But your mother... her condition is critical. She's dying." No. The word echoes in my mind, sharp and suffocating. My legs threaten to give out beneath me. I bite down hard on my lip, fighting back the tears that burn behind my eyes. "We'll keep monitoring her," he continues, "but in cases like this... our options are limited." His tone is calm, professional—the kind of voice doctors use when they’ve delivered this news too many times before. When all they can offer is a front-row seat to the inevitable. This man is one of the top specialists in the country, in one of the best hospitals, and yet "But..." My voice cracks, raw and desperate. The tears are coming now, no matter how hard I try to hold them back. The doctor hesitates, then exhales. "Unless you can secure the funds for another surgery... I'm afraid there's nothing more we can do." My

Lily Arthur’ bodyguards open the gates once they see me. We get in, followed by the other car. I get off and two of the men follow me. I see a woman coming out of the second car. “Who are you?” I ask them and then I recognize the woman. I’ve seen her on TV. She’s a reporter. I take another look at them and I know it - they all are reporters. “What are you going to do?” I ask, my eyes searching their faces. “This will be over very soon, “ the woman smiles at me. “Now, take us in. The faster this happens, the faster it will be over. “I’ve only been to the manor once and it was a week ago but I remember where everything is. We get inside and cross the big entrance hall. Then we get to one of the heavy, wooden doors at the end of the corridor. But when the woman opens the door, Arthur is already on his feet. He is with another man - a stranger I’ve never seen before. The man is blond with bright blue eyes. He is standing right behind Arthur. It’s like they knew we were comin

The gun pressed harder, cold and unyielding. My pulse roared in my ears, drowning out the silence. I didn’t dare blink. Didn’t dare breathe. Arthur’s face was a mask—no rage, no fear, just that chilling calm that made my skin prickle. Then, so quiet I almost missed it, he said, "Out." A single word. The man hesitated, barrel still kissing my temple. Arthur didn’t raise his voice. "I won’t repeat myself." The pressure vanished. Footsteps retreated, chairs scraped, the girls murmured as they were ushered away. The door clicked shut. And then it was just us. He moved before I could react—one moment standing across the room, the next pinning me against the wall, his body a furnace against mine. His hand slid down, rough palm settling over my belly. I flinched, expecting cruelty. But his touch was… different. Not gentle, not quite, but deliberate. Like he was mapping something beneath my skin. I swallowed. "Arthur—" "Quiet." His voice was low, a rumble that vibrated through

The first thing I notice is the silence. Not true silence—no, this place is never truly quiet. It hums. Breathes. The walls themselves seem to shift when I turn my back, the floorboards sighing under footsteps that aren’t mine. I press my palm flat against the windowpane, the glass cool and slick with condensation. Outside, the forest stretches endlessly, a sea of black under the swollen moon. I don’t know how long I’ve been standing here. Time moves differently now, sluggish one moment, racing the next. A knock at the door. "Luna." The title still makes my skin prickle. I don’t turn. "Come in." The door creaks open, and the scent hits me before the sound—something sharp, earthy. A wolf. Reid, I think, though I haven’t learned all their names yet. "Dinner is ready," he says, voice carefully neutral. "The Alpha requests your presence." Requests. As if Arthur has ever requested anything in his life. I finally turn, and Reid stands there, broad-shouldered, his blond h

The ceremonial robe scratches against my skin, rough-spun linen dyed the color of dried blood. It hangs loose over my swollen belly, the sash tied too tight beneath my breasts. I keep pulling at the neckline, but there's no fixing this—no hiding the human frailty beneath the borrowed trappings of a Luna. The clearing hums with restless energy. Wolves move through torchlight like shadows given form, their murmurs blending with the crackle of the central bonfire. The scent of pine resin and something darker—musk, iron, anticipation—thickens the air until each breath feels like swallowing smoke. Reid appears at my elbow, offering a clay cup. "Drink." The liquid inside smells like crushed herbs and rainwater. "What is it?" "To strengthen the bond." His eyes dart toward the tree line where Arthur stands surrounded by elders. "And calm the child during the Shift." I almost laugh. Nothing could calm this child. Not when the moon hangs fat and heavy above us, its pull like fingers k