Mishap: Sold To The Ruthless Alpha

Lindsey’s POV Despite the fact that my father was our pack's beta, I was raised as an omega because my mother was an omega, and I was the unfortunate result of adultery. However, I never had to bear the burden of being an omega because my mother, always tried her hardest to protect me from the harsh realities of life by keeping me hidden from the outside world. Regarding my so-called father, he never cared for me, and I was unaware of his existence until my mother died a few weeks ago, leaving me defenseless in this harsh world that showed no consideration for the weak, not to mention a female omega. Unfortunately, Lucas Johnson and I continued to cross paths despite all his attempts to avoid me, so he eventually adopted me. But he told anyone who would listen that I was an orphan he felt sorry for and was only attempting to help, and being a beta's housekeeper was an honor, but not for me. Petra Johnson, my stepmother, didn't have it. She knew something wasn't adding up with her husband's sudden desire to help a stranger. She did her research until she found out who I was to her husband, and this even made her hate me more. At first, I hoped my dad had adopted me out of love or just guilt; unfortunately, it was simply because my mom’s best friend, Linda, threatened to make my existence public, and he feared the consequences it would have had on his reputation. Linda was very busy and weak, so she couldn't always look after me when wild warrior wolves came by to abuse vulnerable omegas with no protection. She had no choice but to wish me a better life than what she and my mother had, so she did what she could, and my father took me to his home, barely said anything to me, and abandoned me to the mercy of his furious wife. When I was placed in her care, I only spent a few days there before she began taking advantage of the situation. She wasted no time, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of the packed council’s great hall, my heart pounding in my chest. “My adoptive daughter, Lindsey, standing here, will be sent as a gift to Alpha Orlando for his pleasure.” She declared with venom. Dread and horror coursed through me as I heard what she was suggesting. “What?” I shivered out loud. I had heard rumors about our Alpha Orlando's ruthlessness and reputation for abusing his female companions, and the thought of being at his mercy made me fearful and angry. “I will never be a gift to any alpha—over my dead body!” I yelled to myself as I ran out of the hall, bursting into tears. The walls were adorned with ornate wallpaper, and the floor was made of polished marble that glimmered under the chandeliers. It was bigger and nicer than my humble small house, and I couldn't help but feel like an outsider in so much luxury. As if that wasn't enough, the alpha's house was only a few hundred meters away. Just as I was about to walk out into the compound, Petra, my stepmom, appeared before me, her eyes scanning me from head to toe with a sinister glint. I felt a chill run down my spine. "I have been looking for the perfect time to get rid of you, little brat, and now is the perfect time. It seems like a chance from the heavens has presented itself," she said, her voice laced with malice. Despite my fear, I refused to show any weakness. “What makes you actually think you've gotten it? Because my father will never let this happen. I am just 17” I retorted, my voice steady but unassured. Yet I added, "And there is no way I will be submissive to that wicked Alpha. I will never be his toy, and I will never go to him in the first place—never!" She laughed. "Well, we shall see about that," she said, her words laced with cruel confidence as she walked away. Her heels clicking against the marble floor. "We will both be going to Alpha's residence at sunset," she added, with her figure disappearing around the corner. I couldn't help but feel anxious. My father was untrustworthy, Aunt Linda lived a long distance away, and the Alpha was a powerful man in our society who could not be crossed. What could I possibly have done? A little girl like me. I thought about it the whole time and how to escape, but I couldn’t find a way out. Later that evening, as the sun began to set, we made our way to Alpha's house, and nobody objected. The warm orange rays reflected off our skin. I could not believe what was happening. My heart was full of fear and apprehension. I could feel myself shivering as I prepared to face the powerful Alpha, knowing that my fate would be in his hands. He who was so revered and feared by all, who was I? A mere ant that couldn’t fight him. As we approached the grand mansion, I was lost in thought when I heard my stepmother's angry command, "Now go!" My heart pounded even harder as she stopped in front of the gate. It was just then that I started to understand the truth of the situation and that she would not be by my side anymore. "Aren't you coming with me?" My voice was trembling with fear as I whimpered softly. "What for? Am I to share the same bed with you?" She sneered and burst into cruel laughter. A wave of anger and betrayal washed over me. I was on the brink of erupting as I was tugged out of my denial. “PLEASE…” I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't stop myself from doing so. "Please stop doing this to me. I'm just 17 years old—a minor." "I don't think that matters to the Alpha," she cracked up, shoving me towards the gate. My legs felt like heavy bricks as I stumbled forward, my body quivering with fear. She pushed me into the gate, and the door was immediately locked behind me. As I was led into the mansion, I met a man named Marcus, who introduced himself as the main enforcer, a burly werewolf who sneered at me and roughly grabbed my arm, leading me inside. My heart almost fell into my stomach as I was brought before the Alpha himself, — Orlando. He sat in his throne-like chair, his eyes glinting with a lustful grin that made my skin freeze. The thought of being at the mercy of a powerful man like him sent chills down my spine. I was shivering like a scarecrow blown by a heavy wind, feeling a blend of disgust and dread as I was not sure of what was about to come next. Orlando was a towering figure, with broad shoulders and an imposing physique that made him look larger than life. As he sat in his throne-like chair, his posture exuded confidence and power. He had a commanding presence that sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel small and insignificant in his presence, like an ant at the root of the biggest mango tree you have ever seen. His eyes were a piercing blue, cold and calculating, and I could feel his gaze roving over my body as if I were nothing more than an object to own. His chiseled jawline was set in a hard line, and his lips were thin and tightly pressed together. "Hey, from now on, you do as I say," he finally said, his voice full of malice and arrogance as he grabbed my arm and drew me closer to him. His wicked smile caused my skin to twitch, and I couldn't help but feel trapped. Despite my fear, I tried to stand my ground, determined not to show him my weakness. "I don't want to be here," I confessed, my voice shaking slightly, and I'm not sure where I got the courage, or should I say audacity, but I added, "I am not a toy for you to play with." I pouted. Unfortunately, his smile only widened, and I could see the amusement in his cold blue eyes. He didn't notice or consider my feeble warning because I was too weak. Instead, he tightened his grip on my arm, making me wince in pain. "Oh, little omega girl," he said, his tone condescending. "You have no idea what you've got coming," he said as he led me to his quarters, specifically into his room. My body stiffened with fear and rage, and my fists clenched. Although I didn't intend to submit to Orlando, I was in a risky situation where my consent wasn't even required, let alone submission. Tears filled my eyes at the thought that he could do whatever he wanted to me like I was his possession. Finding a way out was all I could do, but he had everything planned out as if he had been waiting for me for years. He pulled me into the room, locked the door behind him, lunged towards me, grabbed me roughly by the arm, and pulled me towards him. I fought back with all my strength, using my agility and speed to dodge his advances, but his strength was so overwhelming that all I did seemed like it was just in my head. I could feel the fear rising in my chest, threatening to overwhelm me. I held my chin high, determined to show him that I was not afraid of him, but how I wished that what was in my head was what I was actually doing; my tears couldn't stop flowing. His grip tightened as he pressed me against the wall, his cold breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine as his hands rolled over my body. I struggled to break free with tears rushing down my cheek. I was completely powerless. Nonetheless, I continued to resist, just for him to land two solid slaps on my face, and I began to see stars. I screamed in shock and cried more loudly. "Shut the f* up, you little brat! You think I don't know your type and how much you want me?” he drooled lustfully. I was disgusted by his language, his body, and everything that constituted him. I became angry out of fear because I didn't want to become one of his many victims. As soon as the dizziness from the slaps subsided, I fought back with all my strength, driven by an adrenaline rush that I couldn't pinpoint. I delivered a well-aimed kick to his groin, causing him to stumble back, stunned, but he attempted to grab me again. I looked around and noticed an iron jar on the table, which I grabbed with all of my strength before delivering a powerful blast to his face, and I felt a satisfying crunch of bone on his middle head. He fell back, striking the back of his head on the table's sharp edge and landing on the floor, unconscious. The satisfaction was fleeting, although I was paralyzed by fear as I realized what I had just done. I couldn't believe I was the one who had knocked him down. Yet I was happy because he hadn’t succeeded to penetrate me.