Sold To The Strongest Alpha

1

Maxine.

It was the night of the annual moon festival. This was a very auspicious moment for ud werewolves.

The place was buzzing with excitement from every corner. I noticed a few influential people. Powerful and influential Alphas came to this festival.

I couldn't contain my excitement.

"Tonight," I muttered to myself. "I will awaken my wolf and get chosen as a Luna." I felt confident in myself.

After all, I was very pretty, and I had the perfect body. So who wouldn't want me as their Luna?

I couldn't contain my anticipation. My father had high hopes in me since he was an Alpha himself. He dreamed of the day that I will be mated to a man that carried the same prestige as him.

"Now, the young wolfless should attempt their howl. Should they be successful, their wolves will come to them."

The person who gave these instructions was a man revered highly in the werewolf community. He is Elder Joseph, one of the oldest and wisest werewolves out there.

"This is it," I uttered quietly in excitement. "The night I embrace my true self."

With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and lifted my head to the sky, ready to unleash the primal howl that laid dormant within me.

"Here goes nothing!"

"..."

I attempted the howl and found nothing but silence greeting me in return.

My heart sank as the realization washed over me—my wolf remained asleep.

"Why won't you come out!" I didn't realise when I blurted with rage at my wolf for refusing to heed my call. I grinded my teeths as I mustered every ounce of energy in myself. I huffed and puffed but nothing worked.

"What's happening?" I met the gazes of the people gathered, I was overcame by embarrassment - The daughter of a powerful Alpha could not transform despite reaching 18 years of age.

Some werewolves awaken their wolves by 16. Some even younger.

My chest became heavy. I was filled with nothing but shame and dissapointment. All my expectations were shattered.

I watched as other werewolves around me awakened their newfound powers.

Their howls reverberated through the night. Each powerful cry felt like a dagger to my heart. I wanted to turn invisible and vanish, I couldn't even meet the gaze of my father.

The moon reached its zenith signaling the time for the Alphas to choose their mates. I pushed aside my dissapointment.

I hoped to be chosen. "Maybe, just maybe, I'll be chosen."

I didn't know what I was thinking, who would possibly take a werewolf that couldn't transform as their Luna?

One by one, the Alphas passed by me. They didn't even spare me a single look. The few that glanced at my direction looked at me like I was nothing but trash.

None of them wanted me. This revelation stung me like a fresh wound.

Just then, Gerald, the Alpha chosen by my father as his successor walked towards me. My face lit up. I always had a crush on him, is he going to take me in? Another wave of hope surged inside of me.

However, once again, that hope was crushed.

"I'm sorry, Maxine," he uttered giving me a sympathetic look.

"But I can't mate with someone who can't even awaken their wolf. You're not fit to be by my side."

Earlier it was daggers. But now, It was as if a bazooka was aimed and fired at my heart exploding it into millions of pieces.

"I, Alpha Gerald reject you as my Luna."

In the end he picked my childhood friend, Rhea to be his Luna. It's as if the night was meant to torture me mentally and emotionally.

I had a small body. But tonight, I felt smaller than ever. I felt like a rat within the midst of wild cats.

I did my best to contain my tears. But, a single tear still escaped tracing a path down my cheek.

I turned away, unable to bear the pitying looks that followed me.

In that moment, I felt utterly alone.

I returned home with a heavy heart. I rushed to my room to drown myself with my tears of pity.

That night, I couldn't sleep. His words kept playing in my head in repeat.

I couldn't escape the harsh reality that awaited me.

My father, Alpha Harold, came to my room, he gave me a stern look. This was the very first time he looked at me in such a way.

"You've brought shame upon our family, Maxine," his voice was laced with venom.

"I never thought I would live to see the day when my own daughter would fail so miserably."

"Father..." I wanted to explain myself but he cut me off.

"Don't interrupt me child. I'm not yet done talking." His eyes looked as if they were set ablaze with rage.

I tried to speak, but my lips wouldn't move. I was suffocated by the weight of his words.

"I wish you were never born," he whispered. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that my own father could possibly hate me this much.

He turned and walked away...

"I should just die." For the first time in my life, I understood why some people committed suicide. This was the worst day of my life.

I was rejected by the first man to capture my heart. And my very own blood rebuked my existence.

***

The first break of sunlight hit my face. I wiped away the remnants of my tears. In the end, I couldn't bring myself to take my life. I braced myself for whatever fresh hell awaited me.

Father stood at the doorway, he gave me a stern look. It was devoid of any emotion.

"Come."

I didn't know what he wanted, but who was I to disobey my father?

I followed him in silence with a heavy heart, we went outside and boarded his car.

The ride to the unfamiliar grounds was suffocating.

Father didn't talk throughout the journey. He didn't even spare me a glance. As such, I zipped my lips with the fear of offending him.

We pulled up to the gates of a grand castle, its presence loomed over us like a silent sentinel.

My heart hammered against my chest as we stepped out of the car. Father leads the way with a hastily stride.

As we entered the castle, my eyes widened in disbelief at the sight before me.

The man who stood before us was revered and feared throughout the supernatural world as a ruthless dictator - Alpha Liam.

"Harold."

"Liam."

The two greeted each other but the tensed atmosphere was enough to tell that they weren't acquaintances so I assumed us coming here was something akin to a business.

My father turned to me.

"I can't bear the shame of your failure any longer, Maxine," he spat. "I'm giving you away to Alpha Liam. He's the only Alpha who would take someone like you. Perhaps he can instill some semblance of discipline into you."

The words hit me like a physical blow. For a moment, time seemed to freeze.

"Don't do this, father," I begged, "Please, don't leave me with him. You heard the stories, I promise, next year I'll awaken."

But my pleas fell on deaf ears. I clung to him desperately, my fingers digged into his legs as he turned to leave.

The omegas surrounding us pulled me away. I watched helplessly as my father disappeared into the distance, his figure dwindled until he was nothing more than a distant memory.