La Esclava Odiosa Del Alfa Novels & Stories

I knew I was not worth much in their eyes, but I couldn't help but hope that someone with a kind heart might rescue me from this hellish fate. The first bidder offered a considerable sum, but it was quickly surpassed by the second bidder. My eyes met theirs briefly, and I saw nothing but greed and cruelty reflected in their gaze. I shuddered, hoping they wouldn't win. Then, the third bidder entered the fray, and my heart skipped a beat. He was a tall, mysterious man dressed in business attire. And then I recognized him; he was none other than Alpha Rodriguez, the Alpha of the Blood Canine Pack. What could he be doing at a slave auction when he could easily order for them in his house? There

ELENA’S POV "Elena!" Alpha Vance’s voice tore through the chaotic din in disbelief. His frame was still skidding backward over the slick mud, his heels gouging deep trenches into the earth as his defensive guard fractured. The lead corrupted wolf—a magma-veined monstrous entity that had once been an elite Northern loyalist—was leaning over him, his clawed fingers hardened into jagged obsidian spikes that dripped with a boiling black fluid. The creature's eyes were solid, burning pits of liquid fire that leaked molten ash down his rock-crusted cheeks.

she asked. "Who sits in the other chair, the one beside Cole's?" I asked her. "That's Alpha to you! Don't ever call him by his name!" she snapped, glaring at me. "Sorry. So... who sits in that chair?" I asked her again. "Beta Chad," she replied, not looking at me. "And the bitch I hit?" I asked, my tone sounding a little harsh. "That's Paris, she's Beta Chad's slave," she said in mocking tone.

I groaned as I managed to lie on the bed. "Then stay off that slave. Didn't you see how the Master carried her on his back? That is to tell you how special she is to him and..." Maria was still speaking when I shut her up with a resounding slap. "Shut your mouth Maria. She's never, and will never ever be special to the Alpha. I'm the only one who he cares about not that girl" I gritted my teeth while Maria held her cheeks staring at me in shock. Madison's POV:

Though his pack was nowhere near as large mine, it was widely acknowledged that the Silvermoon Pack was the strongest in the Forest. And it's Alpha was my mate... By the Sacred Luna Goddess. I don't like Alphas. Never have, not since I became a slave. AIphas dominate. They enslave. I've had enough slavery to last me nine lifetimes. And now, now I am mated to one. Im-howlin'-possible. This must be some cruel joke Fate is playing on me, nothing more. It can't be real. The Goddess Luna was not known for cruelty, but for her compassion. There was nothing compassionate about being bonded to an Alpha. It is a death sentence. Especially with an Alpha like the Silver Wolf himself! I don't know what

That witch! “No…no…no,” I mumbled as I forced myself up from the bed and reached for the napkin box on the top of my vanity table. I wiped the tears off my face. My make-up was ruined. But at that moment, I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t let that bitch win. She was just an omega. A low-rank wolf. A mere slave. While I was an Alpha. A high-rank wolf. A Luna. The only child and daughter of Alpha King and Luna Castriel Hardwell of one of the most powerful kingdoms. I shouldn’t be crying because of her.

Luna Prese, standing off to the side, looked livid. “This is ridiculous!” she snapped, stepping forward furiously. “You should have executed her! She’s dangerous, Alpha Lyran!” Alpha Lyran didn’t even glance at her. His focus remained on Adolfa, his black eyes gleaming with something dark and unreadable. “She is mine now. And nothing will ever stop me from having her,” he said simply. Adolfa’s breathing quickened. No. She wouldn’t let him tighten his grip on her. Not when she had come so close to breaking free.

Not even to save myself. “Pathetic,” Dickson commented as I crumpled to the floor. “The mighty Luna, brought low by a mere servant.” He knelt beside me, grabbing my chin. “Ready to remember your place?” Through bloody lips, I managed a smile. “Go to hell.” His eyes darkened. “You first.” He stood, straightening his suit. “Alisha, remind our Luna what happens to those who defy their Alpha. Make sure she has a good view of her warrior while you do it.”

He sneered. “Why would anybody want her after all she has done!” The second scowled. “You think you can run away? Nobody messes with us and goes free.” Black, the heir said with a dark smirk. Alysia’s face grew paler with every word that was said and she was drenched in her sweat. “She’s so disgusting! She seduced the alpha and tried to kill him, she doesn’t belong in a pack with other wolves, she belongs in a cage, she’s nothing but a wild animal. Such a dangerous omega!” Their words dripped with disdain.

My heart sinks in despair. “Do you know who Alpha S is?” Elsbeth asks, leaning against the wall of the cell. I start to shake my head, then remember Veronica’s words just before she sent me off. ‘Don’t worry, Alpha S will like you,’ she’d said. “Who is he?” I ask, dreading the answer. But I need to know, for the sake of my own survival. “He’s a sick, twisted Alpha,” Elsbeth replies, voice heavy with hatred. She nearly spits out his name as it passes her lips. “Absolutely disgusting. He likes to buy pretty, broken she-wolves like you and play with them until they die.”