Rejected by my mate who loved my sister more than me, my father resolved to auction me to the highest bidder to save our family’s face. To everyone’s surprise, and my own biggest fear, HE showed up in flesh and blood. Alpha Salvatore Arturo, the mafia alpha rumoured to possess demons in his stead. “50 million.” He says, and the entire hall falls silent. I am bound in shackles and dropped at his feet. “You’re mine, Omega.” He says, as he touches my chin. “Now, you would join me and bring all of Winter Clove to its knees.” He is the embodiment of darkness, sin and destruction in a body, yet, when I look into those brooding dark eyes, his wolf calls to me. “Mate.” Would I, a mere slave for his sexual satisfaction, be able to tame him? Or would he sink me into a darkness, steeper than anything I’ve ever known?
Lihat lebih banyakFirst Person's PerspectiveElena I was sitting on my small bed, carefully sewing a hole in my favorite blue dress when the door suddenly opened. The sharp needle slipped and poked my finger. A tiny drop of red blood appeared on the fabric as I looked up, surprised. One of the maids stood in the doorway, her face blank. "The Alpha wants to see you right now," she said in a flat voice. My stomach twisted into knots. Why did Salvatore want me? Since that terrible dinner with his mother and his future wife Hermione, he had left me alone. Did I do something wrong? Was he angry with me? I wiped my bleeding finger on my old skirt and stood up. The walk to his office felt like it took forever. Each step made my legs feel heavier. When I finally reached the big wooden door with fancy carvings, I didn't wait for permission to enter - I knew better than to make him wait. The study smelled like leather chairs and smoke from the fireplace. Salvatore sat behind his huge desk covered with
First Person's PerspectivePercy's POVMy whole body wouldn't stop shaking. Hot tears ran down my face, ruining the expensive makeup that had taken three hours to apply. My beautiful white wedding dress - the one I designed myself with special lace from France - now felt like a stupid costume. Like I was pretending to be happy when my heart was breaking. The door opened quietly behind me. "Percy?" Massy's voice sounded worried. "The wedding starts in twenty minutes. Why aren't you..." Her words stopped when she saw my face. I turned away quickly, wiping my wet cheeks with angry hands. The black makeup smeared on my fingers made me feel sick. "Percy, what happened?" Massy rushed to me, her pretty pink bridesmaid dress making soft noises as she moved. "Are you feeling sick? Should I get you water?" I tried to speak but my throat hurt too much. How could I tell her? How could I say that Ron - the man I stole from my sister Elena, the man I bragged about to everyone - had been
Chapter Twenty TwoFirst Person's PerspectivePercyThe wedding preparations were making me crazy. Everything was going wrong and I couldn't stand it. I wanted everything to be perfect for my big day, but no one seemed to understand how important this was. I looked at the flowers on the table and felt my face get hot with anger. "These flowers are completely wrong!" I shouted, hitting the table so hard it shook. The glass vase almost fell over. "I asked for white roses! These look like dirty weeds!" The poor flower lady, a small woman with scared eyes, stepped back. "But Miss Percy, these are white roses..." "Don't lie to me!" I grabbed the ugly flowers and threw them against the wall with all my strength. Petals flew everywhere like snow. "Leave right now! Don't come back until you bring real white roses!" She ran away so fast she almost fell over her own feet. I turned to the baker next. He was sweating like he had run a mile. "What about my cake?" I demanded. He wiped h
Chapter Twenty OneFirst Person Perspective Elena The dream still clung to me like a second skin when the door creaked open. My body stiffened before I even saw him, my pulse jumping beneath my throat as if it knew who stood there before my eyes could confirm it. Salvatore filled the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly brushing the frame. Moonlight from the hall spilled around his silhouette, casting long shadows across the floor that stretched toward me like grasping fingers. His dark eyes swept over me, taking in my tangled hair, the sheen of sweat on my skin, the way my fingers twisted helplessly in the sheets. "Another bad dream? or still shaken by the one from last night?" he asked again, voice low. I swallowed, my throat dry. "Y-yes." The word came out too small, too weak. He stepped inside, the floorboards groaning under his weight. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing us in together. My back pressed harder against the headboard as he approached, the mattress dip
First Person Perspective Elena 's POV For days, I watched everything with careful eyes, studying every movement, every habit, every tiny crack in the pack’s security. I listened to conversations, to footsteps, to the way the wind carried voices from one end of the estate to the other. I learned the patterns, the weaknesses—. the small, careless mistakes that could be my way out. The guards were predictable. They changed shifts at the same exact times every single day, never early, never late. The night guards were the laziest, their discipline slipping as soon as the moon rose high. By midnight, most of them were slumped against walls or snoring quietly, their weapons forgotten beside them. The east gate had been broken for weeks, a jagged hole in the metal barely hidden by overgrown vines. They kept saying they would fix it, but no one ever did. The kitchen staff, tired and overworked, always left the back door unlocked when they dragged the heavy trash bags outside, too exhauste
First Person Perspective Elena The heavy door clicked shut behind Salvatore with finality, sealing me once more in suffocating silence. His words coiled through my mind like poisonous vines, their roots digging deep into my consciousness where I couldn't pry them loose. *There is nothing for you beyond these walls.* *I am the only protection you have.* I pulled my knees tighter against my chest, the rough fabric of my thin nightdress scratching against skin still tender from healed lashes. The dying fire cast flickering shadows across the stone walls, making the room feel alive with unseen threats. Maybe he was right. My father had sold me for a handful of silver. My mate had chosen my sister without a second thought. Even if I managed to escape this gilded prison, what awaited me? Empty forests? Hostile towns where no one would shelter a runaway slave? But then I considered the cost of staying. My freedom - gone. My will - broken. My very soul - bartered away to a man who
First Person's PerspectiveElenaThe door creaked as it opened, the heavy wood scraping against the stone floor. I didn’t need to look to know who had entered. The air changed, growing heavier, thicker. That familiar scent—leather and crisp winter pine—wrapped around me before I even heard his steady footsteps.Salvatore stood in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space. The dim light from the window cast long shadows over his face, making his sharp features look even more severe. He didn’t speak right away. He just stood there, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes."Still sulking?" His voice was low, rough, edged with something I couldn’t quite place.I kept my gaze fixed on the cracked stone wall behind him, refusing to look at him. "I’m not sulking."The bed dipped as he sat beside me. My body tensed. His warmth pressed too close. Too overwhelming. A firm hand gripped my chin, forcing me to turn my face toward him."Look at me when I speak to you."Reluctantly, my eyes
First Person's PerspectiveElenaI curled up under the thin blanket, trying to get comfortable, but it didn’t help. My back ached so badly that every little movement sent sharp pain through me. My body felt sore all over, a painful reminder of what had happened yesterday. Of Salvatore’s anger. Of the belt hitting my skin again and again.The door was locked now. I had lost the small bit of freedom he had given me. Just like I had lost everything else in my life.I clenched my fingers into the mattress, squeezing my eyes shut as I thought about my father.How could he do this to me?I always knew I wasn’t his favorite. He always treated Percy better. Percy got the best clothes, the softest words, the proudest smiles. And me? I was just there. But no matter how unfair it was, I never thought my own father would sell me like I was nothing. Sell me like an object. Like an animal.And Ron.My chest ached at the thought of him.He was supposed to be my mate. He was supposed to be mine. But
First Person's PerspectiveSalvatore's POVMy knuckles throbbed as I yanked my fist back from the shattered mirror. Pieces of glass rained onto the floor, some bouncing off my shoes, others embedding themselves into the rug, some even piercing my knuckles, but that was the least of my concern. My chest rose and fell with each angry breath, but it still wasn’t enough. The rage inside me boiled hotter, consuming every rational thought I had left. Not even words can describe how..how... betrayed....angry... disrespected, I feltI turned, my eyes scanning the room for something else to destroy, I just needed to vent my anger on something, or even someone. My hands landed on a wooden chair, and before I could think, I grabbed it and hurled it against the wall. The sharp crack of splintering wood echoed through the room, but even that didn’t calm the storm in my head.Through it all, Ares sat by the fireplace, his face unreadable as he watched me vent my frustration. He didn’t flinch. Stupi
Elena’s POV“Father, please!” I fell to my knees, the cold stone of the throne room biting into my skin. My chains rattled with every movement, the sounds echoed through the walls of the throne room. I cried, but no one was there to help me. I was all alone.“You can’t do this to me. I’m your daughter!”My father, the great Vac Alderwood, alpha king of Winter Clove barely looked at me. My dearest father’s dark eyes were void of any compassion.He stood tall, proud, and entirely indifferent to the pain choking my voice.“You are not my daughter,” he said, his tone flat, almost bored.“You are a disgrace. An omega. You were rejected! What would the people say about the daughter of an alpha king being rejected? How would the people, your people, look at us? How would they respect us? How can you rule a kingdom after me, when you can’t even keep a man?!” His tone had gone from bored to angry in a matter of split seconds, and all that vile was directed at me.The words struck me like a p...
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