Sold to the Alpha King"Chapter 1”Alara awoke to the sound of distant shouting. It was morning, although in the dreary corridors of her father’s fortress-like home, dawn brought little warmth or comfort. She inhaled slowly, pushing herself upright on a straw-filled pallet.Her chamber, if it could be called such, was a cramped space above the kitchens. Every morning, the scents of yeast and baking bread drifted upward through the floorboards, bitter reminders of a castle’s life that she existed within but never truly inhabited. She stared at her hands, callused from hours of scrubbing floors and polishing silverware. "If only my father could see how far I have fallen," she thought, though she knew the truth—he did see it; he had orchestrated it. "Alpha Marcus… my father…" The name felt bitter on her tongue.He was once a man of strength and dignity, or so she remembered, glimpses of a father who had once laughed with her, teased her, lifted her high onto his shoulders. Then her moth
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