Selling Myself To The Alpha Novels & Stories

But on the other hand, he was darker, colder than every other Alpha I had met, which were only a small few, only the ones that had not found their mate and needed 'comforting'. It became clear to me after that night at the border when the Alpha came to take me back because he 'paid for me'. That definitely wasn't the first time. They had done it before. I was sold. Actually sold. Like a piece of property or a piece of meat. Sold like a slave.

I asked with my hands in my hair. “I won’t force you to become alpha. It’s your choice. But do you know what I think makes a good alpha? One who doubts herself, who asks for help, who admits when she doesn’t know everything. Those people you met? Those so-called alphas? They boost their egos, never admit when they make a mistake, and bully people to follow them. It’s a lot harder to earn respect than to make people fear you, and I know you’ll be able to earn the respect of this pack and our allies.”

I tried so hard to erase every possibility that I could be having any special interest in her. I was so strict and firm in my dealings with her, and I’m sure everyone bought my act because they were so excited when I finally offered her a job. They saw the honesty and sincerity in her eyes as she started her grievances. Now I’ll be known as the Alpha who tries to make everyone in his pack happy and satisfied. They would never suspect that I did all this on purpose, no one knows that I had always wanted to give her that job, it was meant to be hers because she is meant to be mine.

He was the one kidnapping his own people and using them for profit, so he could pay back the loans and the money he had stolen. “I think the ringmaster wasn’t lying.” Her eyes widened as she stared into space, contemplating her entire existence. “No… my Alpha wouldn’t sell me out,” she said, tears brimming in her eyes as they started making tracks down her cheeks. “No, it’s not possible.” I sighed. “I’m sorry. But your Alpha is not as good as he makes himself out to be.”

Time and time again, my choices have slowly slipped through my fingers. I finally have a grasp on it, a little taste of what I can do if I allow myself to just accept it. Is it really so bad to be a little selfish here if I really believe I could do it better than the other prospect? Because the longer we work with dad and the more I train with Matthias. The more clear the answer becomes. I think I could be a good Alpha, and I kind of want to try it. “Because, Kohen. I don’t want to be a pretty Luna. I have no desire to put on a mask every damn day and just follow you around and nod my head.”

That self-assured confidence in his power. It was simultaneously the scariest and the hottest thing I had ever had the privilege to see. I knew that if I let it, it would ruin me. The workout was a grueling three hours. At some point, I gave up on watching them and started to make a mental list of everything I would need to survive in this pack. It was a lot and it would cost a lot of money. So imagine my surprise when the Alpha walked past me at breakfast and tossed a black card at my face.

He continued speaking, "Your parents have sold you to me, Miss Rowan. You can either come with us willingly, or you can join them in the grave. The choice is yours." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My parents had sold me? How could they do such a thing? And who was this man? What did he want with me? Could this be a prank and he was lying? I tried to reason with him, "Why would my parents sell me to you? And who are you? What do you want from me?" The man remained stoic, his face unreadable. "Those are not your concern, Lillian. All you need to know is that you have no choice in the matter. Come with us, or suffer the consequences."

His mouth opened to caress them, but the grip on his shoulder suddenly stopped abruptly. Oscar's caresses stopped as well. His hand, already prepared to undo the second button, stopped moving. He waited a moment, only about two seconds, and Era spoke with a trembling voice. "Stop, Oscar." Oscar's body tensed. His face hardened and his growl made his chest rumble. "Stop?" "You can't force me and I don't want to be forced." Oscar's desire roared inside him. Era's words hit his ego. He was an Alpha. All his wishes and desires were absolute and had to be fulfilled by everyone.

"Something strange has been happening, Costanza. What's wrong? You are the seer. Aren't you suppose to see forthcoming things?" "I'm sorry my king but none of the revelations has been clear. I see the strange shadows around you and some unclear animals. I don't know what it means yet but very soon, I shall find out." "What's your take? What do you think is happening?" Tarzan asked again. "The Alpha added to your name is not just a title, my king. There's more to it. You have some abilities you are yet to find out about." Tbe old woman said. "You may leave." He said with deep breaths. The old woman left and Tarzan slowly rose up from his throne.

He felt Madox park the car and looked at him doubtfully. -Why do you stop? - - Don't you want to do things right? - the alpha showed him a wolfish smile of those he did when something not very good crossed his mind, then he took out his cell phone and dialed some numbers- You, you are too innocent to be alpha, you lack evil. Leave everything to me, I'll make you have the most perverse fun with the people who did that to your omega, plus I'm upset too, so let me enjoy-