Stark Varg Alpha Price Novels & Stories

Not just the best — I fetched the highest price in the land. He nodded, unfazed, as if it was nothing. “My Alpha will offer five million. Half now in an untraceable account when you sign here” — he pulled a form out of thin air — “and the balance when the target’s heart has ceased to beat.” I had a hard time keeping my composure. But five million would cover Chito’s treatments — and then some. I could leave all this, start over somewhere the pack couldn’t follow.

The Alpha had arrived. My heart hammered as I heard him approaching. The door opened, and he stepped inside. He was tall, his figure filling the doorway. His gaze was cold and assessing, as though he were looking at something he was about to buy. “This is her?” he asked, his voice smooth but carrying a chilling edge. Lycril nodded eagerly. “Yes, Alpha. She’s strong and obedient,” she said with a smile, as if she were presenting a prized object. “No trouble at all.”

No standard rates. Complete vulnerability. Alpha William leaned back in his chair with a smile. “I might be willing to help. Fifty thousand immediately. Twenty percent interest, payment due within six months.” Twenty percent. The bastard. “I can offer thirty thousand,” Alpha Davis said. “Fifteen percent, one year repayment.” The offers came slowly, each one with terms that made my skin crawl. “I’ll provide seventy-five thousand,” another Alpha said. “But I want monthly financial reports submitted to me personally. Full transparency about how every dollar is spent.”

the main vamp with the mic asks the crowd. A fellow Alpha raises his hand, and I raise mine again while sending him a side glare. I watch as Alpha Hu gulps. He finally lowers his eyes, and the vampire on stage smirks. "Sold for $30,000 to Alpha Gunnar," the vampire calls out to the crowd with a smile. I observe my purchases. They both send me fleeting glances before looking back at their feet. They will need training, but vampires come in handy. "Kraven, take them to the car and have someone bring me another drink," I order, never taking my eyes of the two males.

I know he had been summoned to the Alpha's home yesterday, but he had never mentioned what happened or what was said. “When we go out there today, keep your wits about you. The Alpha already has his radar on you. Don’t give him a reason to end your life. No matter how much he paid for you, his wolf craves the scent of blood and Vargr has a quick temper. He will act without thinking.” He kept his voice low, so no one else could hear him, just me.

The small white card was damp from Helen’s grip, and Valkira turned it over under the dim light, her eyes settling on the logo printed across the front. A sharp silver wolf’s head stood against a pitch-black background, with clean white letters underneath that read: THE BLACKWOOD PACK. Valkira’s eyes went cold as she stared at the name. Her thumb pressed harder against the card until the thick paper bent beneath her grip. Aaron. The new Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. He had lost a fortune at the Laurel Tower city auction when Valkira outbid his family on every property they wanted, and a week later she cost him millions more in the stock market.

Maverick barely held back until the end of Alpha’s statement and said, “We don’t need your empty words, Mr. Waller. We want answers! Do you have the proper reasoning for this fluctuation in prices? Why is your company dragging us down?” As his query pierced through the air, Xavion’s face darkened, his wolf was offended by this continuous insult. As an Alpha, he only had a teaspoon of patience, and they had already exhausted it within minutes. So, he shattered the façade of politeness and spoke curtly. “Obviously, I haven’t come here unprepared, Mr. Maverick. I am aware of the importance of your capital!” He then asked Beta Alvaro to distribute the copies of a file and spoke,

Stella hissed in a breath through her teeth as she heard Alpha Harding begin to chuckle. "Oh that's quite enough Reed. As you can see you're going to your have hands full with this one. You can see how feisty she is while she's heavily dosed with wolfsbane and silver. Once she's off of it you're going to have to teach her exactly what her place is. Of course I imagine once she loses her mate it will subdue her considerably." Alpha Harding lifted a glass of wine to his lips and Stella forced herself not to look at her brother or at any of the doors to the room.

I muttered to myself again, still racking my head for names. Suddenly, like a lit bulb in my head, my eyes narrowed to the carving of the man with the stone in his hand. "Vargan," I whispered his name with an excitement in my tone, caressing the carving on the wall with my fingers. Vargan was the only last option who was of Alpha Bloodline and had more than enough reasons to shatter the moonstone, and destroy Rya. She ridiculed him, turned his family away from him, threw him into a dungeon like a common slave, and took his throne.

My heartbeat thudded painfully as I whispered to myself that my grandmother's birthday gift might cost me eighty million—far more than I'd planned, but still within my means if I liquidated certain assets. But before I could decide, Olivia's cool voice cut through the tension: "One hundred and twenty million." My breath caught. The number hung in the air, impossible and final. I lowered my paddle, acknowledging the inevitable defeat. No one else dared to challenge after witnessing such a display of wealth, clearly backed by Alpha King Ethan Silver. "Sold to Ms. Stone for one hundred and twenty million dollars," the auctioneer announced, unable to hide his excitement at the astronomical price