SOLD TO THE ALPHA KING
Maia Wardthe scent that made him minewolf at the doorbought by the ruthless lycan kingthe omega he rejected, the white wolf he craves
“You already sold your daughter.”
My breath hitched.
“So we know about that,” he continued, his grip tightening, “we know you sold her off like she was nothing.”
“I had to,” I rasped.
He laughed. “You didn’t have to waste the money.”
“I didn’t waste it,” I protested weakly.
Another hit.
This time to my face.
I tasted blood immediately.
“You call this not wasting it,” one of them said, gesturing around the room.
“I’ll fix it,” I said again, my voice barely holding together.