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I'm sure he has many but I still ask. "You pack fears me, I'm sure you know the answer." Alpha Adrian's gaze drops to mine. "I sure do," I murmur looking down. I glance up at him again and something begins to snuggle at the back of my head, a frown form on my forehead trying to figure out what it is. "Alpha Linux is benevolent, if you choose to lay low he won't mind selling up his alliance for his friend." "I don't want his benevolence, he owes me that much."

He smirked at me. “Yes, the Spring Gala. The Alpha of the Spring Pines Pack wants to meet you. I have agreed to sell you to him,” he replied. I stand there in shock. The Alpha of the Spring Pines Pack was old and evil. Everyone had heard of the Alpha; even me. How could he sell me? I am a living person. We do not sell people in this day and age. And I am his daughter. “A dress will be delivered to you tomorrow. He will be expecting you to be radiant, and I expect you to be as well. He knows you are our slave, and he is quite excited to acquire you,” the Alpha stated with glee.

“W-what is it, Alpha?” “Good. I’m buying this young lady and you are selling her over to me. Begin and don’t waste my damn time” My eyes widened at each words that came out of his mouth. I looked at him, tears cascaded down my cheek. Just when I thought being sold died along with Michael… “Did I stutter? Start with it unless you want to unleash the other side of me, Helen” Could I oppose him that I am not an item but a human being? No and that’s because he was in control here. Not even that mean lady could dare oppose him for some fact I didn’t seem to understand.

She'd always wanted to stay alive, having this feeling that life had something beautiful for her. She was now a slave; slave to someone she knew from the past. The Alpha slowly turned to stare down at her and shook his head. "I killed the snakes thst day before they could get their venom into me. "You remember the night of the fire? The very day I shall never forget. I'm still alive though, alive and giving you the torment you deserve." Tarzan said, walking back towards her. "Get up on your feet." He breathed out the words as he watched her with all the hatred he could gather.

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Maybe he won't rape me. "Hey little guy, calm down! I'm not going to hurt you!" I hear him say, but I don't believe him. I can see him and I can smell him... He's an Alpha! And all Alpha's lie. Alphas are mean, they lie and they hurt you. Then after they've hurt you, they hurt you more. They rape, beat and torture you until there's nothing left. And even then, once there's nothing left of you. They somehow managed to take more. They somehow managed to hurt you even more.

“Please don’t hold this against me.” I knew exactly what she meant. She was afraid I’d have her punished or treat her poorly as her soon-to-be Alpha because of what had transpired here. I was not one for punishing those who did not truly deserve it--like traitors or murderers--not young girls who made fools of themselves pining after a young man who did not return her affection, even if that young man happened to be a member of the Vargas family--even if that young man happened to be me.

Elysia hesitated, then said in a low voice, “It’s true, isn’t it? He… he sold you.” I hate to admit to what she said, but woefully, that's what it looked like. “Yes,” I whispered. “That’s what they call it. A trade. A bargain. A way to keep peace between packs. I’m just part of the deal.” Elysia’s face fell. “Maia…” “It’s fine,” I lied, even though nothing about it was fine. “I should’ve known better. The Alpha King doesn’t love anyone. Not really.” I turned away before she could see the tears forming in my eyes. I didn’t want her pity. I didn’t want anyone’s pity. I just wanted to stop feeling like my whole world had collapsed finally.

It's sad to say, but this had been a regular occurrence between packs for centuries, but it would be no more. As I picked up on his anger level I began to ask Ray about the Alpha. I learned that the Alpha had 3 daughters and no sons. His anger made sense to me now. He had planned on selling his daughters off. What a worthless excuse for a man. While I didn't think the worst of all Alphas, I knew that there were many that had a God complex & it irritated me to no end. I decided to poke the bear and see what I could get the Alpha to confess to. I looked over towards Ray to see a sly smirk on his face as he lifted his drink. He glanced towards me as he took a drink, knowing very well what I int

one demanded, his eyes sliding over the other men and women inside the room slowly with new interest. "Harold was selling creatures for monetary gain. He sold me and others into slavery, where they used us for shit that would make torture look fun." I hated the tic that started in my jaw as my throat tightened with the admission of being used and helpless. "Fuck off," the alpha snapped, standing up as the lights turned off and the luminol started glowing, revealing blood splatter all over the walls, tables, and floors. "What the fuck?" The alpha sat down slowly, as if in shock.