Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned by the Ruthless Alpha: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

ARIA The music was too loud, the kind that sank into your bones and refused to let you think. Glasses clinked, men laughed too hard, and the smell of alcohol clung to everything like it belonged there, and so did I. I balanced a tray of drinks carefully. Nights like this were always the same, too many hands brushing where they shouldn’t, too many eyes lingering too long. But I smiled anyway, tips depended on it. “Table six,” my manager barked from behind the counter, not even looking at me. “I’m on it,” I muttered, already moving. This was my life. Late nights. Cheap pay. Endless exhaustion. But it was honest work, more honest than anything my father had ever done. I pushed that thought away quickly. Thinking about him never ended well. By the time my shift ended, my feet ached and my patience had run out hours ago. The cool night air hit my skin as I stepped outside, and for a moment, I just stood there, breathing. The streetlights flickered like they were too tired to stay a

ALARIC The door shut behind me with a dull click. The air was stale, thick with age, cheap alcohol, and something weaker beneath it. Fear clung to the walls. My gaze drifted over the building as I walked, cracked paint, broken railings, a staircase that groaned under the slightest pressure. Everything about this place was falling apart. A man who lived like this had no business borrowing money from me. And yet, Magnus had. The first time he came, I had already known. I remembered the way he stood in front of me, nervous and sweating, trying too hard to appear confident. The smell of desperation had given him away long before his words did. I had taken one look at him and known he wouldn’t be able to pay it back. Still, I gave him half of what he asked for. Not out of kindness, but out of curiosity. The second time he returned, asking for more, I almost laughed. A man who couldn’t repay his first debt was asking for another. My wolf had stirred then, amused, circling beneath my

ALARIC The first one died too quickly. My jaws snapped shut around his throat, bone and flesh giving way beneath the force as a satisfying crunch echoed through the night. His body went limp almost instantly, collapsing beneath me like he had never mattered at all. I dropped him without a second glance, turning just as another lunged. This one didn’t shift. He came at me in human form, a blade flashing in his hand, his movements faster than any normal human.But not fast enough. I moved before he could strike. My claws tore through him like he was nothing more than paper, his scream cut short as I slammed him into the ground. Blood filled the air, the smell was warm and familiar. Around me, my men fought as well, some in wolf form, massive and deadly, others still human, choosing speed and control over brute force. A snarl ripped from my throat as another wolf charged me, its fangs bared, its eyes wild with desperation. Fool.It leapt, and I met it mid-air. The impact shook the g