Novel & Cerita Sold To The Alpha With Silver Eyes

I'm pretty sure Alphas have some kind of gene that makes them age slower. His eyes dart all over my face and then he gives me one of his gentle smiles. "Have fun today, but be careful and..." I slid my arm free with a pout. "Daddy, not now. You know I'm taking Leslie and Nadia. We'll be fine." "Won't you let your brother go—" "Don't you bring Aiden into this." I was full on glaring now. No one was going to ruin today for me. "Okay fine." He threw up his arms with a small chuckle.

It seemed that her young life was about to come to a tragic end. But then, something extraordinary happened. As Lucian held Irene, his alpha senses momentarily shifted. He saw a vision, a glimpse into the future, where an adult Irene was smiling radiantly beside a much older Adam. They appeared happy, their faces filled with warmth and affection. This vision, unexpected and startling, cut through the fog of his rage and hatred.

"So fucking sweet. You know, the moment I saw you...I knew I need to buy you." Buy? Me? I forced my eyes to open when terror settled in. It finally dawned into me. The collar. The stage. The gold coins and the rose tattoo. No matter how blurry my vision is, I willed myself to stand up. SMACK! Adrenaline rush washed over me and before I knew it, my bare legs sent the Alpha flying across the dimly lit room. Now, I hunched over the bed with my breathing heavy and my head throbbing. "G-Get away from me."

Despite the fact that this whole event is simply them offering themselves to the Deathstone pack for mercy, they waltz in with heads held high and prideful grins, like they’re in a parade. The convoy consists of a few advisors and some women slaves, probably purchased for the very same reason I’ve been. The Alpha’s Zeta, Beta, and right behind all of these people is the main man himself, the Alpha of Silvermoon. Once my eyes fall on the ingrate that put all these things together, I freeze at the spot with my blood quickly running cold. Oh, fuck. I immediately recognize that chestnut neck-length hair, deep brown eyes and obnoxious grin in an instant, and it brings nothing but disgusting memor

His nose masked with a leather, leaving his light brown eyes, which reveal nothing. “We all know she is a Beta’s daughter,” the auctioneer starts, “... but she remains a woman and now a slave. No woman should be worth five hundred bars of gold.” “It’s not in your place to decide. Let your Alpha speak.” The man steps closer, throwing five bags of gold at the feet of the auctioneer. “But five hundred bars—” “Deal,” Alpha Vladimir interrupts the auctioneer. “Alpha—” “Do you wish death?” Alpha Vladimir clenches his jaw.

Braden asked, his voice was deep. I looked up at Braden, worry and anger filled his eyes. "I told your mom to run. The rogues were focused on me and me only. Plus I had Allie in my arms, my only worry was protecting her." Braden was about to say something until he was interrupted. "Alpha the other wolf was taken to the cellar" a man said as he walked up to us. He had blonde hair and silver eyes. Wait? silver eyes... Tan wolf... it has to be a coincidence right.

“You know I can’t help but be a little jealous. You’ve been mine for so long! I don’t want to share you. Who would want to share you?” I tell her again, “I said don’t text me! That’s an order!” When I give an order to a member of my pack as their soon-to-be Alpha, they are commanded to follow that order, no matter whether or not they want to. She has no choice. She will never be able to text me again, unless I lift the order. I have no plans for that. It isn’t as if having her here has helped me anyway. I am still longing for Aria and my balls are practically blue from that longing.

It was gone in a heartbeat. “Then be the monster they made you, Vada Knox. Because today the Rogue Alpha and his mate are going to paint these walls red.” He released me and strode to the heavy oak chest in the corner. When he turned back he held two things: a wickedly curved silver dagger with runes etched along the blade, and a thin black leather sheath. “Phantom Wolves hate silver almost as much as regular wolves do,” he said, pressing the dagger into my palm. “This was forged from the blades of the ones I killed. Use it. Don’t hesitate.”

“Alpha Devon., if you want her, you can have her. The judge said. My heart pounded against my chest, my hands were trembling as tears streamed down my face as I expected the worst. “Scarlet White, you have been sold as a slave to Alpha Devon of the Bloodmoon pack!

"He's stronger. Faster. His eyes... they changed color when he was angry. More red than gold." Mother paused, studying my face. "You're truly afraid of him." I nodded, not ashamed to admit it. "You should be too." She walked to her desk and pulled out a small wooden box. When she opened it, I smelled something sharp and metallic. Silver. "Silver worked before," she said, lifting a small vial of silver powder. "It will work again." "Mother!" I was genuinely alarmed now. "You're talking about..." "I'm talking about protecting what's ours," she cut me off. "About securing your future as Alpha."