Sold To The Ruthless Alpha King Novels & Stories

A few small tears escaped my eyes thinking back to the promise I made so many years ago. Mother made my father and me promise to look after each other. I had done everything I could to care for him over the years, but… it seemed that I was never able to do enough to please him, and he just hated who I was. And then… and then he sold me. I took a sharp breath and clenched my hands. My heart ached so much with that thought that I could not breathe for a few seconds. How could he? I was his only blood-related child. His daughter. And he sold me to an Alpha with a ruthless reputation, one who could kill me at any moment.

“You’ve made me a lot of money. I sold you to the Alpha King, and you are to leave now. Pack your dirty bag. His men are outside.” I blinked repeatedly as that information sank in. My vision blurred, and a torrent of unpleasant emotions swirled painfully within me. Sold? What did he mean by sold? To be a slave or what? What could the Alpha King possibly want with me? An Omega like me? My life couldn’t have been worse. *** Everything still felt like a dream. From the moment my father divulged the devastating news to when I was forced to pack my bag, get into the car of total strangers, and journey here.

My whole mind shut down almost instantly. Not from the fact that I had just been sold to someone. No. It was from the fact that I just realized who I was sold to. There was only one person that was referred to as your highness. That person was none other than the Alpha of Alphas himself. The Alpha King. My brains fried immediately as I realized that I had just been sold off to the Alpha king.

KAEL'S POV I watched as they all made worthless bids on her. "Claim her." My wolf urged. " Twenty million coins." Silence. Absolute silence. Every head in the room turned to me, whispers erupting. The Alpha King. King Kael. The recognition, the fear. She was worth more than being with this hungry wolves. The auctioneer, momentarily stunned, stammered, "twenty…twenty million ! Going once… going twice… Sold! To the Alpha King!" He proclaimed.

I need to be smart about everything that I am going to do and be in this pack "Sometimes property is trade material," she continues. I can tell that she is enjoying what she is doing. She is clearly taunting me while acting innocent "Alfonso has given women to other Alpha Kings to seal deals. Imagine that. Sometimes it is just a trade by batter type of thing. One day you think you are special, the next day you are being handed over to some stranger who paid the right price. It is pathetic, really,” she pretends to sigh in pity. “It is just sad that this would be your fate in this pack…” she shakes her head

“A permanent solution to ensure you remember I offered you something precious—my own daughter—for your acceptance of a truce.” Disbelief, shame, and fury warred within Alara. Her throat went dry. She wrenched her arms in the guards’ grip, but they held her fast. "He is selling me?" Her chest constricted, a swirl of shock and horror crashing through her. "His own flesh and blood…" A stirring in the crowd around them, gasps, mutterings. Even some of her father’s men looked uneasy. Alpha Ezra’s face remained stoic, but a muscle in his jaw twitched. His gaze shifted to Alara, then back to Marcus.

The arena goes dead silent because Trial by combat is old law, older than the Fifth and older than packs, where one challenger faces all who would stop her, and if she wins she takes everything, but if she loses she dies, which is why no one invokes it. Draevor recovers first. “You’re unranked and you’re female and you have no—” “I have four bloodlines,” I interrupt, “and I have four Kings who are mine by bond, which makes me ranked and makes me Alpha, unless one of you wants to deny me?” Silence. Rook grins, bloody and wild. “She’s mine. I don’t deny her.” “Mine,” Silas says, almost lazy. “Mine,” Theo says, soft.

“One hundred million from His Majesty the Alpha King. Any higher bids?” No one dared. “Sold! To the Alpha King for one hundred million gold.” Two royal guards came up and untied my wrists. They draped a thin black cloak around my naked body and led me down the steps straight to the king’s box. My bare feet were cold on the stone floor. My pussy was already getting wet from his strong alpha scent that hit me the second I got close. King Darius didn’t stand. He just looked me up and down slowly, like he was already imagining how I would look stretched around his cock.

My breath hitched as he set the whip on the desk between us. “What are you doing?” I asked, but he ignored me. “Grey?” When he looked at me, there was nothing in his expression that resembled the warmth I remembered from that bar. That man had smiled at me like I was someone precious. This man looked like there was fire blazing in his eyes. "The rules are simple," he said. "You'll find I don't repeat them." He straightened and clasped his hands behind his back. “I am the Alpha and what you are is mine. Not a Beta's daughter, not Poppy Voss of Darkwood." His eyes moved over me with the same bleak detachment. "You are my pet. That is what you will answer to, and that is how you will conduct yo

Keeping my head bowed, I responded, “King Mikhail, a lot has happened that we need to fill you in on. When I arrived at the mating ball hosted by Blood Moon, I discovered that Crescent Moon was in attendance. Despite that, Alpha James felt confident that we could proceed with business as planned. He sold me six omegas, and then I discovered he had the lost princess under his roof and up for sale. Seeing the opportunity to have her for our side, I purchased her for close to a million dollars. However, before the mating ball was over, Crescent Moon found her, and they escaped. Alpha James was unable to retrieve her or the two omegas that helped them escape. Instead of refunding the money, Alph