Sold To The Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 4

I let out a grunt and stood on my feet, exhausted from intense lovemaking. "Clyde, babe, what is your plan for me? When are you going to make me your Luna?" It was Abigail, one of the boldest girls to ever approach me. I didn't kill her because I needed someone to warm my bed. Not that she was the only one; we were compatible, but she wasn't my mate.

"How many times must I tell you, Abigail? You are not my mate. Whatever we're doing now is just a fling. The next time you ask me about making you my Luna, you'll be leaving this room with your head in your hands." I got dressed and left. She knew I meant every word.

I was bothered. The prophetess had just come to me unannounced and told me that my mate was ready and in bloom. I didn't know who she was. The first prophecy was that my mate was from another pack. Because of that, I had gone around killing almost all the Alpha's daughters. I didn't want to meet my mate; I believed they would limit me.

My dad had married his mate, and where did that get him? He became weak, and that led to the destruction of our pack. It took me years of practice and thorough training to be able to defeat those who enslaved us. I did it alone because nobody had the guts to join me.

I just wanted to have numerous bed warmers and no mate. The news of my mate being in bloom left me disturbed. I was in my personal chambers when some of my men came to tell me they had captured a young girl found trespassing with her father. Her father had somehow managed to escape, but his daughter was here with us. "Should we kill her off?" one of them asked.

My heart skipped a beat. Why was I feeling this way? "Please, let it not be that she's my mate," I prayed. One of them called me to draw my attention back. "I want to see her first," I said, and they were shocked. This was the first time I was demanding to meet a prisoner.

I walked ahead of them into the prisoners' room. As I approached the room, I knew without a doubt that whoever was inside there was my mate. I decided that I just wanted to see what my mate looked like, and after that, I'd end her. Since she was still in bloom, it meant she was still tender and wouldn't be able to detect who her mate was yet. She was still young.

The door was opened for me to enter, and inside was a tiny little girl, innocent and naive. Her eyes were round and cute. She had blonde hair, the first of her kind. I had never seen a blonde wolf. Her face was perfect, and I found myself shaken by her beauty. She was staring at me before she lowered her eyes.

I couldn't help but bend to lift her jaw; I hadn't had enough of her hazel eyes. When I lifted her face and our eyes locked, I resisted the urge to kiss her, and the words left my mouth: "You belong to me now." I was shocked, but I composed myself and quickly left the room. I know I told myself I was going to kill her, but after seeing her, her innocence made me want to keep her around me always. She was like a ray of light in my dark world. I would keep her here with me, and when I was tired of her, I would end her instantly.

I returned to my chambers, where Zekiel and Lucas walked in without seeking permission, although they didn't require it, being my most trusted wolves. They managed the affairs of the park while I merely held the title of Alpha.

"The girl, she is the second successor of the Ravenheart Park. Her dad is an Alpha, and she has an elder brother who is the first successor. That's the only significant information we were able to gather after you sent us a message."

"Yes, I did. I have the ability to communicate with almost all the members of my pack from anywhere. As soon as I saw the girl, I knew instantly that I needed to learn more about her. I sent a message to my trusted men, but their work wasn't entirely satisfactory."

"Oh! I forgot to mention, she just turned 18," Lucas added.

"I see. Is that why the prophetess said she was in bloom? She's still a very young wolf. My little wolfie," I smiled at the thought of the name I came up with for her. "Wait! Clyde, are you smiling?" Lucas asked, surprised. "Well, I rarely smile, and I'm smiling because of that little wolf. It's not a good sign."

"You guys can leave now; it's late. Make arrangements and send food to our prisoner. We wouldn't want our little princess to starve." They both stood up and left. I reclined in my chair. It was another night to be haunted by memories of my past.

I had always been haunted by memories of how my family was murdered. I attributed my dad's weakness to my mom because she was his mate, the tool used to destroy him. They captured her first and used her as bait to get my father. If he wasn't in love with her, he would still be alive today because they wouldn't have had anything to use against him.

The noises came, and just like every other night, I held my head as the screams echoed—my father's cries, the cries of our wolves. The vivid image of my mom's broken bones and, finally, my little sister's lifeless body lying on the floor, brutally violated and killed. The dried tears on her face told me the pain she had endured.

She was killed even before she had the chance to transform. I remained in that position until I saw the sun setting. It had become a routine; I had never closed my eyes in sleep due to my haunting memories.

I went in and had my bath, getting ready to go to the human world, as I had some unfinished business with them. However, I heard chants of war. I didn't need to step out; my wolves could handle it. I could tell it was the wolves from Ravenheart; they were here for their little princess. But she's mine now, and I wouldn't let her go.