A Surrogate For The Alpha King
'Azalea,' I mumbled over and again, testing the name on my tongue while the slave handler continued to speak.
"Are you certain of this, Alpha? You haven't checked out the other girls yet, and—" Desmond, my beta, had whispered something.
My decision obviously took him aback because, on a regular day, I would carefully examine several slave girls before choosing one. Even for him, this was unusual conduct.
But I didn't care, and I repeated. "Yes. She's the one I want.” I affirmed.
The slave broker had cleared his throat after my declaration and waved a poster at me. He began talking, telling me the fee, which was relatively large - I paid without a doubt - and then informing me that Azalea was
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