Sold To The Alpha Novels & Stories

"How did your meeting go?' Hazel said to avoid embarrassment. "Oh that, this is it..." Hazel looked at him, as he kept narrating everything that the alpha said but what got Hazel confused was the part that the alpha was about to sell some of the pack members to other packs for slavery, no alpha will disclose that to anyone, even if he was going to involved in the slave trade. "He didn't tell me that," Stefan answered he didn't want her to ask him that. "Then how did you get the information?" Hazel finally asked.

he said. “What did he find out?” I ask, leaning towards him. “The rogue wolves attacking packs were turned by an alpha”. Confusion mar my features. “What do you mean, turned by an alpha?’ I ask, not getting it. “What I mean is that an alpha is turning wolves into rogues and that’s why they smell off. They smell like death and rotten corpse” he said. “You’re joking right?” I exclaimed as I crossed my arms tightly across my chest. “No Luna, he’s not” Derek speaks up, staring at me. That can’t be possible, who could be so heartless to do such a thing like that.

The driver pulled the car to life, and drove out of the mall. "The Alpha wants to see you two." A guard came to us the moment we got to the pack house. Princess Riley and I exchanged glances before following the guard. "Go in." We got to his suite, and the guard opened the door, motioning for us to go in. We both went in, and there was Alpha Jared. He was sitting on a couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand. "Why did you call for us?" Princess Riley spoke up. Alpha Jared drank from his whiskey before dropping the glass, he took the whiskey bottle and began refilling the glass. "Where are you both coming from?"

I wonder how many flights we have passed, but looking at it, I know I can’t climb these flights of stairs without stopping to catch my breath. We finally came into a large hallway, beautiful flower pots were placed on each side of the large windows in the hallway. It was covered in sparkling marble from top to bottom. People moved about their business, only stopping to bow to him. They never seemed to care about the pygmy little thing curled up in his hands. “Alpha!” A voice echoed behind us and he stopped walking. Is the call for him, and why was he directed as an Alpha? I have only read about Alphas in werewolf books, well, I’m a huge fan of werewolf books and movies. But I never believed

I asked, leaning in just a little closer. “Where else would I go?” she shot back. “I had no other family. My mother died birthing me. No one else wanted me. I didn’t have a choice.” I nodded slowly. “And then he gave you away,” I said to myself. "He didn’t just give me away,” she corrected. “He traded me like a piece of property. For an alliance, he thought would bring him power. It did pay off. He became Alpha.” “He sounds like a real bastard,” I muttered before I could stop myself.

Alpha Lucian looked at me and said, "What do you think? I can use the imprint to erase his memory and sell him back to his imbecile uncle. He'll put him out on the slave market again. Only this time, he won't be able to be sold at a good price. Nobody wants a second-handed fucktoy." "You are out of your mind! You can't..." His smile was filled with cruelty. "I can do whatever I want to do. That's part of the pleasure of being an Alpha."

“Raya is no longer up for purchase. The sellers have decided that…” “Ten thousand.” The room suddenly falls silent, and I whip my head around so fast that it might hurt later on. “Alpha Rex?” the elder seated at the center blinks. “Ten thousand for the girl,” he repeats, his voice as cold and hard as steel. “Any outbidder?” Everyone starts talking at the same time. Mouths fall wide open, and even the high council isn't left out. “Alpha Rex, she isn’t up for…” “I decide whether she is up for sale or not,” he cuts in, leaning back in his chair. “And I have just offered a bid. Well?”

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

“I am excited to be your new leader from now on, I have to appreciate all of you that are here today and that witnessed the naming.” Right, I had been late for that. “The Warren brothers have come in representation of their father and the crimson colony pack as they will be crowned alphas in very little time from now. The silver thistle pack have decided to offer one of our own, Alma Dixon, as a treaty to them.” My ears pricked just as my eyes widened. He had clearly said my name. Clearly! Fear flowed down my back as my face squeezed into a horrified look. I'm being sold!

“A permanent solution to ensure you remember I offered you something precious—my own daughter—for your acceptance of a truce.” Disbelief, shame, and fury warred within Alara. Her throat went dry. She wrenched her arms in the guards’ grip, but they held her fast. "He is selling me?" Her chest constricted, a swirl of shock and horror crashing through her. "His own flesh and blood…" A stirring in the crowd around them, gasps, mutterings. Even some of her father’s men looked uneasy. Alpha Ezra’s face remained stoic, but a muscle in his jaw twitched. His gaze shifted to Alara, then back to Marcus.