บททั้งหมดของ BOUND TO THE RUTHLESS ALPHA : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Soraya's POV Sammy grabbed my wrist tightly, dragging me through the hall like I was nothing more than an object being delivered. My heart pounded against my ribs, my thoughts racing faster than my feet could keep up. He was taking me to Madam Felicia. Madam Felicia stood at the counter when we arrived, she was busty and bold in a spaghetti top that barely contained her heavy chest. Her cleavage spilled over, threatening to fall out completely, and she didn’t seem to care. Her long fake lashes blinked slowly as she brought a glass of liquor to her mouth and took a long gulp. She didn’t look at me at first, but I felt the harshness in her glance the moment her eyes met mine. Sammy cleared his throat. “Um, Miss Felicia, I have Soraya with me.” Madam Felicia hummed as she emptied her glass and set it down, stepping forward with a sway in her hips. The scent of alcohol hit my nose sharply when she leaned in, and I instinctively turned my face away. Her perfum

Soraya's POV I wanted to scream, but my voice was stuck somewhere between my stomach and my throat. He was taking me? Where? Why? What the hell was going on? “You—you can’t just—” Felicia began, but then stopped herself. Her lips parted, then closed again. “I’ll deposit two million dollars,” he said simply, as if he were buying a painting or a new suit. “I’m taking her with me.” Two…million? Felicia’s eyes almost popped out of her skull. She coughed and then plastered on the fakest smile I’d ever seen. “Of course, Mr. Darius! Absolutely. She’s yours, take her. Right away.” She even waved her hand like she was presenting me as a gift. My brain felt like soup. I rolled my eyes inwardly. Flash money in that woman’s face and she’d sell her mother. Darius turned around without another word and walked us toward the exit. My heart thumped wildly. I was leaving? Like, really leaving? I didn’t know whether to be terrified or relieved. He didn’t even glance back.

Soraya's POV“Isn't this girl the whore Darius brought home? Why is she having dinner with us?”I froze where I stood, my hand trembling in mid-air. The voice came from the girl with long blonde hair and brown eyes, her expression twisted in disgust as she looked at me like I was filth. My chest tightened, and my feet refused to move forward.Before I could gather the courage to sit down, the woman who seemed to be in her forties spoke up.“Emily, don’t say things like that. Why would you say such a thing? She’s Darius’ guest, probably.”But the sting of the insult still clung to my skin. My throat burned, and I tried to keep my gaze fixed on the table, as though ignoring them would make me invisible.Then the man who I recognized spoke.“She’s not Darius’’ guest, Aunt. She’s his mate.”Emily’s eyes widened in shock as she turned her glare back to me, almost as if she couldn’t believe what she’d heard.“His mate? What? His mate is a whore?”“That’s enough,” Darius snapped, his tone f

Darius's POV.For years, my wolf had been nothing but rage and chaos. I could never keep him under control or calm him down.My human side was supposed to be dominant. My wolf was supposed to listen. Yet, it took over at will and made me go berserk. And so, I left home for a while to cool off. I couldn't risk losing control and hurting my family.I left for a week, and now I was stepping back into the mansion, the familiar scent of home wrapped around me.“Darius, you’ve been away for so long.” My mother’s voice broke through the silence. She stood not far from the dining hall, her eyes laced with worry.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to ease the tension from my shoulders. “Mom, it was just one week,” I muttered, walking to the dining table and sinking into the chair.She sat down beside me. “One week is a lot. You didn’t even tell anybody where you were going. And you left your mate in there.”“I needed to clear my head” I sighed.“It's your wolf again.” She said softly, look

Soraya's POV.I let out a long sigh as I dragged the comb through my hair, staring at my reflection in the mirror. No matter how many times I pulled the strands straight, they still seemed to fall stubbornly out of place. My thoughts, however, weren’t on my hair at all. They were on him.Yesterday, when Darius suddenly pushed me down to the bed. My heart couldn't stop racing in my chest. He didn’t tear at my clothes. He didn’t touch me like the others would have. He just stayed there with his eyes locked on me.Now, the memory of that moment sat in my mind. I hated how my chest tightened whenever I thought of him. It had only been a little over a week since I ended up here, and already I was feeling strange things I couldn’t explain.But why? Why hadn’t he done what men usually came to the brothel for? Why hadn’t he forced me like he so easily could have?Was it because I was his mate?The word slipped into my mind again, sending a shiver down my spine. I didn’t know much about were