Todos los capítulos de SOLD TO THE ALPHA WHO HATES ME: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

Serafine's POV"This girl is a human virgin. She is special. Her bidding starts at fifty thousand dollars!"Monsters. Bright light blinded me as I heard those who were celebrating my auction. I'm standing at the center of the stage of a casino. Music roared, drums beat and I heard men whistling and passing lewd remarks. The air reeked of alcohol mingled with that of a strong cedar scent."One fifty thousand.” A rough grating voice sounded. I turned my gaze to the left to the direction of the voice. A man with light brown hair and hazel eyes was sitting on a chair, surrounded by all the girls that were just sold. He looked well- built with muscular arms. He pulled a terrified girl in his lap and grabbed her waist.He stared at me like a hawk and when our gazes met, I flinched. Hair on the back of my nape rose. Lucky Luciano, the mafia lord. It was said he had a certain kind of fetish for having sex. Many girls that he had bedded were found murdered and maimed in shady streets of Pennsy

Serafine's POV The man who paid for me was tall and broad, just like the man who bought me. His sapphire blue eyes had a kind look, but were framed by a stern square face. Light brown locks fell on his forehead. There were two more men with him who looked equally fierce and imposing. The moment he paid for me, he took his jacket out and gave it to me to wear it. "I am Beta Aric," he said in a startlingly soft voice. In fact, too softly for his personality. And what was with their unusual names of Alpha and Beta. Were there any Gammas too? He introduced his men, "And these two are our warriors, Gamma Lupin and Gamma Bane." I think I flipped, mentally.I didn't know where they were taking me. Perhaps it was some kind of an organization where people were named by hierarchies. The notion of having hierarchies was dreadful, as if they belonged to some kind of mafia. Were these people like Lucky Luciano? Will I be jolted into another series of events of being a slut? Terror gripped me

Serafine's POV His touch was hot and rough against me. The contact was electric and I shivered as I became quiet for a moment, puzzled, focused at the place where our skins touched. Did he notice this or was I imagining? His face was pressed against the side of my buttock and his hot and ragged breath fell on my skin. I could feel his fingers digging in the flesh of my thighs or were they his sharp claw-like nails? He muttered curses as he carried me, gripping me tightly with both his hands. I kicked and flailed but he carried me effortlessly back. The man had hard muscles all over and I felt I was hitting a brick wall. This couldn't be happening. I was desperate to run. One week without sunlight, without friends and family in a small room. My mother was out there all alone, nervous and trying to find me, whereas my existence had come to a stagnant state, punctuated by occasional beatings. I ran twice and I was caught twice. What rotten luck. "Leave me!" I begged through my tea