All Chapters of The Alpha’s Purchased Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The taste of the medicine was always the same—bitter, like chewing on old pennies."Drink it," Alpha Miller commanded, standing over my cot with his arms crossed. "You want to look healthy for the buyer, don't you?"I heaved up, feeling dizzy. The dizziness seemed worse of late. I grabbed the small vial of dark brown liquid from the nightstand. My hands were trembling, an effect of the so-called "condition"—Miller's words, really. I was the shame of the Silver River Pack, at twenty-two years old—an Omega who had never shifted in her life. Flawed. Useless."Who is he?" I demanded, swallowing the burning liquid down. It hung in my stomach like a ball of lead.Miller sneered. "Someone rich enough to clear our debts. And desperate enough to take a broken toy like you."He wrenched my arm and pulled me up. I stumbled as my legs felt like jelly. Weakness and nausea defined my world. The pack doctor said I was born with some "genetic frailty"; they said this treatment was keeping me alive. S

I woke to the smell of coffee. Rich, dark, expensive coffee.For an instant, I didn't know where I was. The sheets were too soft—Egyptian cotton, cool against my skin. The ceiling was too high. Then the memories crashed back in.The sale. The car ride. The King.I sat up slowly. My body felt heavy like I was moving through water, but at least the nausea was gone. For the first time in years, the crushing fog which usually clouded my brain had been lifted. Clear. Sharper."You've been asleep for thirty-six hours," a deep voice rumbled from the corner.I jumped, pulling the duvet in and against my chin.Dante was sitting in a leather armchair by the window, arms propping up a tablet in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He wore a charcoal gray suit, no tie, top button of his shirt undone. He looked effortlessly powerful and completely out of place in a sickroom."Thirty-six?" I croaked. My throat felt dry."Dr. Evans flushed your system," Dante said without looking at me. "Lucky

I didn't expect to be summoned so soon.After the incident in the dining hall, I had retreated back to my room. My heart was still pounding with adrenaline from standing up to Elena. I sat down on the edge of the very large bed while staring at my hands. Those hands were steady. The food I had forced down was taking effect. The fog in my mind cleared, and in its place, the sharp buzz of clarity set in—one I had not felt in years.I waited for punishment. Usually, any form of back-talk, however slight, to a higher-ranking wolf in the Silver River Pack lessened your chances of punishment and more defined the style of punishment to be meted out to you. I expected Elena to come back with guards. I expected to be thrown into the cellar.Instead, an hour later, a knock on my door.It wasn't a servant but one of the elite guards, a very large man in a black tactical uniform."Alpha requests your presence," he said, with no inflection whatsoever. Purely flat.My stomach squirmed. "Is that abo

The rain started halfway home.It wasn't a gentle drizzle; it was a torrential downpour that hammered against the roof of the armored SUV. The rhythmic drumming filled the silence between us, but it did nothing to drown out the tension.The dens of the car were thick. Charged with electricity and the scent of the aroused wolves, they felt heavy.I sat in a corner of the vehicle, trying to create distance between us. My skin still tingled from the briefest graze of Dante's fingers at the gala. My heart raced, pounding against my ribs like a frantic thing.I stole a glance at him.Dante looked straight ahead, his jaw tight. Chiseled into marble; that was him, though I could see the tension gripping his shoulders. He rested both hands on his thighs, fingers clutching into fists, then relaxing, over and over."You're angry," I whispered, breaking the silence.Dante turned his head slowly. His eyes glowed like molten gold in flashes of streetlight."I'm not angry," he said, his voice low a