Owned for the Alpha's pleasure
I was sold at dawn and delivered to hell before sunset.
I did not bow when I met him. I do not know why. Every instinct I had screamed at me to lower my eyes, to make myself small, to survive the first night by becoming invisible. Instead, I looked directly into the eyes of the most dangerous Alpha alive, and I said something I should not have said. Something shifted in his face that I have not been able to stop thinking about since.
He claimed me in front of his entire court that same night.
Not as a servant. Not as a slave to be shuffled into the lower quarters and forgotten. As his. Personal. In the chamber next to his own, behind doors that only he has the key to, close enough that I can hear him breathing through the wall when the palace goes quiet.
I know what he wants from me.
I know what men like him take from women like me.
What I did not know, what nobody warned me about, what I was completely and devastatingly unprepared for, was that the wanting would go both ways.
Enemies are closing in from every direction. His former lover wants me dead. The uncle who sold me is feeding my secrets to the pack's enemies. A rogue army is building in the dark and I am at the center of all of it, the Omega nobody was supposed to notice, the girl nobody was supposed to want.
The wolf who claimed me will burn his entire kingdom to the ground before he lets anything touch me.