Sold to Four Alpha's Who Worship Me

No Way Back

I was trapped between the cold glass of the window and the massive presence of the four Alphas.

The room, which had first looked like a sanctuary of luxury, now felt like a cage, the air thick with the scent of predatory masculinity that made me dizzy.

Silas took the first step.

He had removed his jacket, and the first few buttons of his white shirt were open, revealing the base of a dragon tattoo climbing up his neck. He no longer looked like a businessman.

He looked like a butcher who had just found his favorite prey.

“You should not look at us that way,” Silas said, his voice vibrating through my chest. “As if you are waiting for us to strike. We do not beat what belongs to us. We worship it.”

A shiver ran down my spine.

Worship?

The word sounded wrong, coming from a man who had bought me as if I were an object.

“You bought me,” I said, my voice coming out steadier than I expected, even though my hands were trembling behind my back. “You don’t worship something you buy at an auction.”

Kiran let out a dark laugh and moved with supernatural agility, appearing at my left side.

He leaned in, his shoulder brushing mine, and breathed in near my ear.

“Sweet thing, your father sold you because he is a fool who cannot see the treasure he had,” Kiran whispered, his voice laced with poisonous sweetness. “We paid one hundred million because we know exactly what you are. You are the bond our pack has been waiting a century for. A pure human with the blood of a wolf queen, but without the burden of the shift.”

His lips curved.

“You are… perfect.”

Before I could process his words, Dante approached from the other side.

He was the roughest of them all.

Without warning, he grabbed my waist and pulled me away from the window, pressing my back against his steel-hard chest. A startled sound escaped me, my hands instinctively flying to his muscular forearms.

“So small,” Dante murmured against my hair. “I can feel your heart beating against my hand. Are you afraid, princess? Or are you beginning to understand that here, no one will laugh at you? No one will call you useless.”

I tried to free myself, but it was like trying to move a mountain.

His strength was absolute, but he did not hurt me. He only left me powerless.

“L-let me go,” I whispered.

But my body was starting to betray me.

The heat radiating from him wrapped around me like a fog, stirring confusion and attraction I did not want to admit.

Silas stopped in front of me and gave a small signal.

Dante released me slowly, but he stayed right behind me like a shadow.

Jaxon, the silent Alpha, walked to a mahogany table. But before he picked up the case resting on it, he hesitated.

His electric-blue eyes moved over me with a strange intensity.

“Silas, are you certain?” Jaxon’s grave voice silenced the room. “She is human, Silas. Fully human. If her soul cannot withstand the weight of our mark… we will destroy her.”

Dante released a low growl behind me, clearly irritated by the other Alpha’s hesitation.

“She looks strong enough. Stop hesitating like a coward,” Dante snapped, his voice rough.

“No other girl has made it past the first mark without losing consciousness. Jaxon is right to question this,” Kiran said from the shadows, watching me with clinical interest.

Silas took one step forward, his commanding aura instantly silencing the tension between the Alphas.

He looked deep into my eyes, his icy seriousness stealing the breath from my lungs.

“Look at her,” Silas ordered, his voice sharp. “She survived our touch. She breathed in our scent, looked into our eyes, and instead of breaking, she challenged us. She is not like the others, Jaxon. Her body may look fragile, but her essence has already accepted us.”

His gaze hardened.

“She will survive.”

Jaxon held Silas’s stare for a second before finally opening the black velvet case.

Inside it lay a white-gold choker set with four black diamonds that seemed to swallow the light in the room.

It was not merely a jewel.

It was a symbol.

A luxurious collar.

“W-what is that?” I asked, my breath faltering.

“This,” Silas said, lifting the jewel from the case, “is the sign to the rest of the world that you are under the protection of the Black Blood. But before you can wear it, you need our mark.”

“I am not a deer to be branded!” I shouted, stepping back, only to collide immediately with Dante’s chest.

“That is not the kind of mark we mean,” Silas explained, his eyes glowing with a deep amber light. “Common wolves mark with their teeth.”

His voice dropped.

“We, the Black Blood… mark with the soul.”