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Iris’s POV Easton Andersen, the future Alpha of the Silver Peak Pack, my big brother, will be back home today. I was informed by Noah, the son of our Beta David, also Easton’s close friend. Hmm..Of course, I don’t believe he is here for Olivia’s birthday party, that’s my mother, not his. When I last saw him was 2 months ago, and the last words I got from him were" Fuck off".He hates Olivia, and he hates me, even though I thought he loved me three years ago.

“I'm asking you this for the last time, Alpha Austin Radford. Where is Alvina, your daughter?” Beta Hudson asked in an angry tone, as though he wanted to cut off Alpha Austin's head. However, Alpha Austin's Beta, whose name was Alfredo, couldn't say a word because he knew how dangerous and powerful the Black Soul pack was. If he dares to fight Beta Hudson for shouting at the Alpha, then their pack would be taken down by the black soul pack within minutes.

His captor snorted and turned around, giving the Alpha a false hope that he had been spared but just before the Alpha could let out a sigh of relief, life was drained out of him in the blink of an eye. The last thing he saw before leaving the works was the eerie smile of none other than Mark now standing tall before him while he laid on the floor, his body covered in blood. "Idiot," Mark hissed out, his eyes containing fury as he stared down at the naked and bloodied Alpha his wolf had dismantled. He knelt on the floor on one knee and picked up a bottle of liquid. He gently opened the lid and poured every drop of it on the body of the dead Alpha.

When the dust settled, the pack was gone — scattered, wounded, or worse. They stood there, breathing hard. Another trial survived. Another line crossed. “This place will tear us apart,” Rose muttered. Franco looked at her, eyes hard. “Only if we let it.” But they weren't done yet. They were surrounded now, unfortunately Rose pheromones started moe Alphas. They were out of escape plans. Before they could make their way out, they were grabbed. "He is a beta, no use of him, kill him!" one voiced.

Storm only growled at the insult, but did not reply. "What can I do for you three little hooligans?" I asked. Luck was on my side since they did not understand what I was saying so they let it slide. "Alpha King Elio, is it true that you are not a good Alpha and that you want to sell us?" One of the little ones said, as if I would make any money off them. They are just pups, what good would they be to anyone? "If I did that your parents would kill me." I replied, the one who asked the question turned to the others and smirked.

I reached out instinctively, my hands moving toward the neatly dressed man who had orchestrated this nightmare, trying to plead with him, to touch him and make him see my desperation. The sharp crack of his boot against my chest cut me off and bain exploded through my ribs, but it wasn’t enough to silence my screams. So he leaned in and said. “You can choose between going to Alpha Draven and becoming his breeder, or getting sold to a harem or a brothel, where the physical abuse will be far worse.” I froze, my mind spinning. “No… Please!” I whispered, tears streaming freely because the idea of being subjected to the horrors of a brothel or the dominance of an Alpha with a cursed lineage was s

I bite the Alpha’s throat before he can get the word “reject” out of his mouth, because I’ve been sold, collared, and called a peace bride for the last time. His blood hits my tongue hot and wrong. Copper, winter, and something electric that tastes like the air before a storm tears the sky open. I expect him to howl, to throw me to the ground, to show the whole arena what happens to girls who draw Alpha blood. He doesn’t.

"And since you're so desperate to know, Aria... this isn't just about Vanessa. It's just a first step to my path of greatness, I would be the greatest alpha the pack has ever had and you my lovely dear, has been sold." The words froze me where I stood. "S-sold?" I stammered, my body trembling. He nodded once, smugness dripping from him. "Yes. To the Winchester Alpha. As proof of our alliance. Consider it your final role, your last usefulness. You'll make a fine little offering to keep the peace."

Vince cut me off. "How can you be so selfish, Cali? You should be happy that you are of use to us for once in your pathetic life," he grimaced. I glare at him, and he drinks his whiskey, continuing to go through the terms. The brothers want this pack under them to prevent war with their natural enemies as it is right in the center, and whoever owns it will have an advantage. However, I don't know why they have to sell me when they can make a deal with them. 'They would have done it sooner or later just to get rid of us,' my wolf barked. She hated these two, but we couldn't do anything. Vince was the Alpha of this pack, and I could only obey, even if it were against my wishes.

The same shock rippled through his men. “My brother controls the supply of weapons within our pack,” My eyes fixed on the Alpha Lord. “He’s the inventor, the mind behind every blade, mechanism we use. Because of that, I can’t smuggle any of our weapons out to offer you as support. So instead, I’ve decided to share my own fortune with you. These are my personal treasures, use them to buy or commission your own weapons. Whether you choose to deal in the mortal lands or the immortal realms, it will be your choice.” The Alpha Lord didn’t answer. His voice seemed to have deserted him as his full attention remained fixed on the contents of the case. The light from the torches flickered across his