Sold To The Alphas I Hate Novels & Stories

“I might have met you just a few weeks ago. But I know fifty percent of who you are. You're that easy to read and know.” I couldn't help but give him a big smile. It was the best thing I had heard in a while. “You wanted to tell me something?” he reminded me. I nodded, and asked. “Why does Alpha Bran hate me so much?” The warmth in his expression faded immediately. He stared at me without response. I pressed on. “I had a deal with him. And in return, he would let me go.” Grayson’s eyes sharpened. “What kind of deal?”

I told you little Alpha, you will be mine by hook or by crook. —If you have to go so low for me to reciprocate, you make me even more disgusted and sad, you must use your magic to incite me, no matter how hard you try you will not succeed, you can light my manhood, but I will vomit as soon as you get close, which the more I hate you is your putrid smell —You are very insolent little Alpha, but I don't care, I will take your essence no matter what the cost, Alpha Andrews

But thinking about it, wasn't someone whose line of business or whatnot was just like Vincenzo's supposed to be hiding his loved one from the eyes of many? Yet, Alpha Alex had done the total opposite. I soon threw that thought out the window, choosing to focus more on the fact that I had just five minutes to go back down the stairs and talk with him or more like question him as to why he bought me for a huge sum. How ironic was it that someone who was my mate and whom I deeply loved had sold me for just a thousand dollars and yet, a total stranger had bought me for fifty times more than Vincenzo sold me for.

I smelled him nearby. I met with the alpha the Riverwood pack. Alpha Alec wasn't an enemy but we weren't exactly best buddies either. It was impossible for us to be buddy buddy since we were so territorial. "What did you want from me, alpha Ambrose?" Alpha Alec growled. "It's not like you to call anyone for help." "What are you trying to say?" I smirked. "I'm saying you are an arrogant asshole because you think you are stronger than all of us," he snarled.

Delivery by Friday. It was Davan’s handwriting. He didn't just sign me away; he traded me. He traded my life to buy a luxury car for Zola. “He sold me,” I whispered, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. “He actually sold me.” I flipped the page, my eyes blurring as I read the fine print. Recipients: The Vord Alphas. Caelum and Rysen Vord. Everyone across the northern and southern territories knew those names. They were the twin Alphas, men who ran their territory with absolute brutality. They didn't take unranked girls. They didn't do charity.

“That’s your excuse.” “It’s the truth,” he said calmly. “We have never had to share a woman before. We didn’t know how to react, how to act, how to stop being what we were raised to be.” “And what were you raised to be,” I asked. “Alphas,” he answered. That word sent a spike of irritation through me. “So that makes it okay.” “No,” he said immediately. “It explains it.” I shook my head. “You always do this. You explain instead of apologizing.”

That is why he did not want Xena to come along. “I am curious, how much did you plan to sell us for?” I can’t help but ask and he acts all wronged. It all makes sense to me now. The three Alphas are making these people a lot of money. They have to let them rest at some point, but if they had more of us to fight, this becomes a twenty-four-hour business. Ryan would have gotten rid of us. “I know that you all don’t trust me, and I don’t blame you. My pack did a lot of evil things, but I am not like that. I will prove myself.”

It's not only gross; it's rude. "I have been told that Alphas are the worst of all. Ruthless, cold, and merciless. Most often, we learn how many monsters suffer because their Alphas are, how do I put this in, selfish, immoral assholes." Although she doesn't mention anything to compliment me about, her voice is too calm. Usually, people show emotion when they talk about topics like this, at least a hint of anger, but Enya acts like everything she just said is the most natural thing to bring up.

I pointed to the she-wolf. “My own Luna would come crying to my mother asking for some help, for relief from the pain she couldn’t escape. That smoothie my packmate offers you is what my mother would give our Luna and any of the she-wolves who were being wronged by their mate.” I explained. “My Alpha didn’t stop with hurting us, with raping our females. He was selling them. He was selling his own people. The people that, as an Alpha, he was sworn to protect. An Alpha who will mistreat his people is no Alpha.”

“Because Alpha Dante’s merciful. He’s offering you a chance to avoid a conflict that you can’t possibly win.” The words stung, but I kept my expression neutral. “Go on.” “Alpha Dante plans to destroy every alpha who stands against him and take control of their packs,” the older warrior continued, his tone matter-of-fact. “But out of respect—or perhaps pity—he’s willing to offer you a deal.” I clenched my jaw, barely containing the anger simmering beneath the surface. “What kind of deal?”