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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.

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."

"All you need to know is that once your blood hits this paper, you belong to me. Body, soul, and every breath you take." He picked up the dagger. I looked at Eric, who was watching with a look of intense concern. I looked at the Elders, who were waiting like vultures. Then I looked at Rider. "Sign it, Bailey," he murmured. His voice was a low vibration that seemed to command the very blood in my veins. "Accept your place in this pack, and I will ensure your life is one of luxury. Defy me, and you will learn exactly why they call me the Cruel King."

One of them blushed as Ryan complimented her dress, something she’d made herself. Suddenly, the doors burst open. A violent chill jolted me as a group of soldiers, at least six of them, strutted into my restaurant. Each wore the crest of Marcus Hayes: a wolf with black eyes and white smoke streaming from its mouth like a dragon. “In the name of the Alpha King,” one of the soldiers ordered, “all mateless females must step forward at once.” The Alpha King. I’d heard he’d taken control of the other celestial packs in the last few years. A greedy, arrogant beast.

So much for not breaking down in front of the Alpha King. Suddenly I’m yanked by the collar around my neck that the Alpha King has placed on me. I guess since werewolves were forced to wear collars, Killian is repaying me with the same kindness. My eyes flash open to be faced with a fuming Killian. He’s going to kill me. He’s going to take my virginity, enjoy my body for his pleasure, and kill me. Everything flashed before my eyes and I couldn’t stop myself from shaking more, nor could I stop the small sob that escaped.

Smoke screamed at the young girl sitting on the throne surrounded by subordinates. The girl's outer ring of her eyes flashed golden as she leaped up and screamed “MATE!” Everyone was startled as it dawned on them that the Mad Alpha had her wolf, that her mate was the future Alpha King, and that her inlaws were the Moon Goddess and God of War. This was unprecedented! The Alpha King watched as his son slowly approached this stranger, when it all suddenly clicked as the pieces fell into place in his mind. He reached out a hand and stopped his son in his tracks.

Gina murmured quietly. "What makes you think I'll let you go so easily, merely because you played a game and defeated me? You were sold to me right after your mother used you as collateral. You belong to me. You're my property. Only I have the right to decide if you live or die. Until you repay your debt, you have no personal life. I have complete control over your privacy and your body. You'll serve as a sex worker until your mother repays every dime she borrowed from me," the Alpha declared, gripping Gina's neck tightly, causing her to struggle for breath. Finally, he released his grip when he saw she was losing consciousness.

He continued speaking, "Your parents have sold you to me, Miss Rowan. You can either come with us willingly, or you can join them in the grave. The choice is yours." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My parents had sold me? How could they do such a thing? And who was this man? What did he want with me? Could this be a prank and he was lying? I tried to reason with him, "Why would my parents sell me to you? And who are you? What do you want from me?" The man remained stoic, his face unreadable. "Those are not your concern, Lillian. All you need to know is that you have no choice in the matter. Come with us, or suffer the consequences."

I protested. "You don't have a choice. I've already made the deal. The alpha king has paid a handsome sum for you. You belong to him now," he said with a cold tone. I felt like the ground beneath me had given away. How could he do this to me? My stepfather had always been distant, but I never imagined he would sell me off like a piece of property. "Please, stepfather, don't do this to me. I beg you. I don't want to go," I pleaded.

Alexander said, handing the alpha a letter, the alpha took it, opening it without no interest, a scowl appeared on his face, as the scent of gross perfume wafted from the paper, not reading completely what she wrote, he tore the paper into shreds. "Now should we go Alexander, to buy ourselves a slave." Aiden said, looking at his cousin, "A slave, just one slave." Alexander asked, surprised that the king walked all the way down here to buy a single slave. "Yes, or are you planning on buying the whole establishment." He asked, looking at Alexander, a scowl on his face. "No, just a slave Alpha Aiden." Alexander bowed down, submitting himself to his alpha. ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶