Sold To The Alphas I Hate Novels & Stories

Their deep, booming voices blended into a wall of noise that instantly made my head ache. I walked along the edge of the hall, near the walls. That was always the most comfortable path for me. I didn’t want to catch anyone’s attention. As I made my way forward, weaving past the tables, my ears caught fragments of conversation. “The Alphas really hit the jackpot. Their new human sacrifice looks tastier than the last one.” “You’re right. Alpha Ragnar, Alpha Villion, and Alpha Bruno are going to feast well on that woman…” I kept my head down and continued walking.

If the death of a pack member did hurt a servant, what about the Alpha, who is their leader? “Crying?" I said, my voice low. Ivy smiled dryly, then wiped her tears. She indeed cleared my doubts. Werewolves aren't as terrible as I thought. Because right here was someone sobbing over the death of a pack member. “That's bad, Ivy." I paused and stared at the floor for a while. “But why is your Alpha reluctant?" I returned my eyes to her. Ivy breathed terribly. Then stepped closer. "They betrayed him," she said quietly.

For a moment, she hesitates before a strong sense of denial laces her expression. “It is common for the Alpha to hide at such a time. If he lives on, then Red Graw does too.” Denial, Marko realised as he stood to approach her. They must have only had such Alphas that treated them like pawns and tools where he no doubt used words like ‘I did this for you’ to keep them loyal and bearing a sense of debt when in reality, their alpha simply bore a charisma so terrifying that it should not be allowed to thrive. He almost felt sorry for the witch, but his nose caught a whiff of something familiar, the same pharmaceutics that were on Alba’s scent!

There’s a heated discussion at the table, but I don’t care at all; I just want to watch the show. I press the power button. “I heard that Alpha is fretting these days. Business at the pack is getting worse; it's about to be untenable. Gamma Anto, is that true?” Huh? Why won’t the TV turn on? I check back and forth; nothing seems wrong. “It’s been pretty tough. Alpha is planning on selling some of the useless wolves to the big guys as slaves. Lest they waste our food.”

At this point, most of the crowd had begun to dissipate as there were no more girls to sell. It was the scrawny man from before. As soon as he reached the podium, he eyed me and licked his lips. I felt my skin crawl and I dreaded being handed over to this man. To my surprise, Alpha Jordan shoved the man away, sending him falling hard to the floor. "None of my girls will be given to the likes of you, you cheap ass bastard! Get the fuck out!" I shivered at the sound of his voice, watching as the scrawny man stumbled out of the room. Silence fell in the room and I could see Alpha Jordan face me once again. "And you…" he muttered, his voice low.

I bite the Alpha’s throat before he can get the word “reject” out of his mouth, because I’ve been sold, collared, and called a peace bride for the last time. His blood hits my tongue hot and wrong. Copper, winter, and something electric that tastes like the air before a storm tears the sky open. I expect him to howl, to throw me to the ground, to show the whole arena what happens to girls who draw Alpha blood. He doesn’t.

Alpha James is the Alpha of Mystery pack who was rumored to be a bald and potbellied ugly man with a weird fetish. Not only is he older than my uncle, but all the women who were sold to him are rumored to die one way or the other in less than a week. How can it be that it was that useless person Alpha Henry wanted to sell me to, especially when I may come across my mate tomorrow? How can he be so cruel to me? My heart broke at the thought that my family who should protect me were now the ones scheming against me.

It takes a long second for the words to register, my head still swimming from the agony of being rejected by my mate. I slowly lift my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. “What?” Alpha Storm gazes down at me with his arms tucked behind his back. The blazing fire behind him is both hypnotic and frightening. “I’ve sold you as a breeder to another pack in the South.” My mouth drops open. “W-What?” Sold me? My mind reels.

“I am sure you know what the situation is like out there, alpha keeps getting visits from different alphas seeking to buy you so you can have babies for them.” “If that is all you have to tell me then I am leaving.” I already knew all that, I didn’t know why she thought it would be important to me. as I took a step forward, she spoke once again. “Do you also know that alpha sold you to alpha Lucien for five million and is about to sell you to alpha Vincenzo for double the amount?”

I dug my nails into the leather armrest, the material popping and tearing under my grip. 'You’re really in here?' I whispered into the dark corners of my mind. "And as your father," he cut in, his voice snapping the thread of my thoughts, "I won't let your mate be anything less than an Alpha." My stomach turned. This wasn't about love. It was a transaction. I felt a sick flicker of pride that he thought I was worth an Alpha, but it was drowned out by a wave of dread. "Father, I don't—" "I’ve already made the arrangements," he said, his voice rising to drown me out. "The future Alphas of the four packs will each have their chance to claim you."