Romans & histoires Sold To The Alphas I Hate

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

I’m about to flatly decline his offer again when I’m roughly pulled to the side by Alice, Juliet, and Olivia. “What in the bloody hell are you doing?” Juliet begins, whispering harshly while acting like she’s about to lose her mind. She has always been the more unhinged one between her and Alice, I’ve noticed. “Getting them off our stand so real customers can show up, of course.” “Don’t you realize what this means?” Alice pitches in now. “Having the Alpha Prince and his group of fuckable eye-candies at our store is a huge sales pitch.” “F-fuckable…eye candies?” I stare at her like she’s crazy.

His fist clenched and glared down at me, his eyes literally emitting fire. I was pissed, I felt worthless and used. I stood to my ground not backing down and staring at him. “You’re a monster!” I yelled. “You want to kill my father and sell off your mate as a sex slave to another wolf?” I asked in disgust. Alpha Sebastian was a notorious Alpha who buys young she-wolves for sexual pleasure. he had been all over me for a while now and Ralph obviously knows about that. To think my so-called mate wanted to sell me off to him disgusted me.

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.

“Alpha is sick.” *

“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.”

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?”