Sold To The Alpha With Silver Eyes Novels & Stories

His beta wolf whimpered with anxiety as he quickly departed, clearly relieved to escape the tension-filled room. From her position on the floor, Sarah turned her gaze toward me. Despite her injuries, her beta eyes sharpened with observation. Her attention fixed on my right hand, which was bleeding profusely through the bandages where I had gripped the silver-infused wolfsbane gun. The silver essence was burning my palm, preventing my alpha healing abilities from closing the wound. "Alpha Silverstone, your hand..." she said softly, her voice strained from pain. "Let me help stop the bleeding."

“She wouldn’t know how to absorb a silver blade without shedding a single tear. She wouldn’t have the muscle memory to flinch away from a hand simply reaching to touch her chin. And she damn sure wouldn’t look me in the eye and dare me to starve her, cut her, or lock her away as if it were a routine Tuesday.” His grip on my wrist tightened just enough to let me feel the terrifying brink of his physical power. “You have the eyes of a wolf who has spent her entire life being hunted by her own pack. So I will ask you one last time before I drag your Alpha down here to identify you himself. Who are you?”

A cloaked figure emerged from the darkness and stopped several feet away before lowering their head. “The seal is breaking.” For a moment, nothing happened. Then the Alpha smiled. It started at the corners of his mouth, small and almost imperceptible, before slowly widening into something far more dangerous. “Is it now?” The figure remained silent. The Alpha rose to his feet and looked toward the distant horizon. A strange excitement flickered across his face, the kind that bordered on madness. After all this time. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword. At the same moment, his blue eyes bled into silver. “Good.”

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

“Yes, my Lord?” The Alpha opens the ornamental box revealing a hairpin. Meticulate golden curves depicting that of a crescent moon and the feral eye of a ferocious wolf crafted from iridescent purple and blue onyxes and citrine amber. Her eyes were blinded by the treasure displayed before her. “What’s this?” “A token.” The Alpha said. “Wherever you go, as long as you are under my service, you must wear it.” “Why..? This is too precious. This is something you should give to the brothers, not to me.”

His cold eyes locked directly onto me. Then widened in recognition. Silas went completely rigid beside me. Pure hatred flooded his face. The Alpha smiled slowly. “Well,” he drawled coldly, “there’s my runaway breeding stock.”

They moved with a silent, lethal grace, surrounding me before I could even think to run. At their head was an Alpha. His fur was a striking, luminous silver, and he carried an aura of age and raw power that made the air feel thick. His intelligent yellow eyes swept over me, dismissive at first, then sharpened with keen interest. They locked onto the satchel at my side, where the Moon Tide shard was wrapped. “The scent of old magic,” he rumbled, his voice a gravelly vibration. “You carry a piece of the world’s bones, little human.”

Both were slightly leaner than the alpha but no less imposing with their broad chests dusted with dark hair, rippling abs leading down to thick, veined cocks already hard and glistening with precum. The silver-furred one had piercing blue eyes; the dark brown one, a scar across his jaw that made his grin wicked. "Beta and Gamma," the silver one—Beta—said, his voice dripping with promise. "We'll start gently and take our time to build you up slowly." The alpha shifted back against a nearby tree, his cock still semi-hard and slick with our combined fluids. He crossed his arms, eyes glowing possessively as he watched. "Take care of her," he rumbled. "She's ours now."

“And I have just offered a bid. Well?” “Going….Going once. Go…ing twice….” "Sold!" Alpha Rex interrupts again, rising to his feet. His eyes find mine once again, and I feel every word as he mutters. "And if she's been touched, I'll make the wolf who dared wish they'd died before I found them."

“I’ll give my Alpha a call after the meeting and have him send a few extra warriors ahead of him.” “Again, thank you.” He raised his glass in the air before taking another sip. As the sun shined through the window, I got a good look at him. It looked as if he was having an internal battle with himself. It was as if his wolf and human were at odds with each other, which was not uncommon, but rare. The more I looked at him, I could see his eyes changing from blue to green. Usually, our eyes change when our wolves are coming forward, but from what we were told, this particular Alpha’s wolf was known to have silver eyes. I kept those thoughts to myself as I rose from my chair before heading to t