SOLD TO ALPHA DAN

“Who did this to you?” Daniel's gaze narrowed at the claw marks on her arm. It was tiny, but visible enough for him to notice. He couldn’t believe someone had dared to harm what belonged to him. “Dan… Calm down. It’s just a—” she tried calming him down but got cut off. “Give me a name, Alora.” He demanded. He would make a very good example of who ever harmed his girl. “The Envoy…” She muttered under her breath. Loud enough only for him to hear. They were at a dinner party and she didn’t want to make things worse than they were. A crowd had already surrounded them. She could hear them murmur. “Nate!” He called his beta. “Escort her to the car.” Facing her, he took off his jacket to cover her. The sleeves of her gown were torn and she was already bleeding from her arm, where the claw mark was. “I’ll join you soon. Give me a moment.” It took everything in him to let her go. He didn’t want her to see the ugly side of him. He could feel his control slip by the minute. Every time he remembered her bleeding arm, he got enraged. Noticing the tension in the ballroom, Nathan obliged and escorted the lady out. He had served Daniel Sawyer long enough to know what came next. Bloodshed. Just as they left, Daniel, the Alpha, ordered his guards. “Get me the Envoy!” The crowd gasped. They were Alpha’s guests at the party. Before coming, they had heard rumours about how the alpha treasured a human female, a breeder. A species of lowest rank. They were almost regarded as slaves. None of them believed the rumours until they had seen the Alpha’s reaction that night. Alpha Daniel walked up to his throne, sitting at the top of a large podium. He took the long sword beside it and removed it from its sheath. The crowd gasped again and they started murmuring. But when the alpha turned to face them, there was silence. No one dared to speak a word. As if in queue, The Envoy walked into the ballroom, escorted by the guards. The crowd gave way for them to pass. No one wanted to be on the Alpha’s bad side. “Sire, you called for me.” The Envoy was oblivious to the tension in the room. “let go of me, peasants.” He shrugged off the guards' grip. He hated to be touched by anyone below him. “Is there a problem sire? Your guards seem to be disrespectful tonight.” He said as he walked closer to the throne where the Alpha was. Alpha Daniel was silent. The crowd was silent. Everyone waited for his response. What was he going to do? Everyone wondered. It took the Envoy a few minutes to realize something was off. The Alpha was angry with him. “Don’t tell me you summoned me here because of that lowly human.” The envoy said in disgust. “Did you touch her?” The alpha questioned in a deadly low tone. “Yes, but that’s —” before the envoy could say another word, the Alpha had run the sword through his throat. In one s***h, the head of the envoy fell down from his body. People watched in horror as the head rolled on the ground. The remaining part of his body fell, lifelessly. “No one!” Alpha Daniel roared. “And I mean, no one is allowed to touch what is mine! Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, your Majesty!” Everyone responded in unison. TEN DAYS EARLIER…. “He is here!” “He is coming!” “Shhh! He will hear us.” “Whatever you do, do look at his face.” Despite their futile attempts to be subtle, Mr. Gregor could still hear the servants mumble. When he walked past them, they had their heads bowed. Usually, he would have punished them all for their insolence. But, he didn’t this time. He was in a good mood. A very wealthy alpha had decided to patronize him. This was good for his business. Now, other wealthy werewolves would be interested in his product. He smiled to himself as he made his way to a medium-sized room. It was the room where his most prized possession stood. He didn’t even knock on the door. He barged in on her. Fortunately for her, she was dressed in a simple blue gown. “Alora!” He called out her name because he didn’t see her in her room. “Alora! There you are!” He found her in the garden with three of her pet wolfhounds. “Yes papa!” She responded excitedly. Mr Gregor smiled at the human girl’s naivety. He had bred her into a young beautiful woman that he was sure the Alpha wouldn’t resist. She had grown up believing he was her father. He allowed this to avoid dealing with human tantrums. Like this, he would easily sell her off to the wealthy alpha without any form of resistance. “Alora!” He called her name once more in joy. She was his most expensive breeder, worth more than twenty human girls put together. When he had “adopted” her when she was young, he had received a special tip to treat her well as she could potentially be mated to an alpha. “I have good news, Alora!” he said excitedly. His long face, which has a clawed mark wound, made his smile look scary. But, Alora showed no sign of fear. If it was one thing she had noticed. Papa hated it when people reacted to the scar on his face. “What is it, papa? Is it a new pet?” She mirrored his excitement. “No it’s not that, it’s much better. I have found a suitor for you. And he is coming to get you today! “ Though her papa was excited, she wasn’t. She smiled so she wouldn’t get on his bad side. She didn’t like it when papa was angry with her. “Go get dressed dear. He is on his way now. “ Mr Gregor said before leaving. Before he left, he glared at the wolfhounds. They had given him that scar when he had tried to sample Alora while she was sleeping. While Alora got ready in her room, she kept thinking of ways to avoid being taken away. And the only solution she could come up with was scaring her suitor away. That way, she wouldn’t be taken away. Besides, this trick had worked a number of times. While she combed her hair, she received a knock on her door. “Come in.” She said. She was sure it was one of the servants. “Your suitor is here.” When Alora heard that, she shivered. Whoever it was, she hoped her suitor wasn’t an old man. The last few suitors were old, sadistic men that didn’t mind getting married to a girl they were old enough to father. It disgusted her. Thankfully, she had used her pet wolfhounds to scare them away. As she stood up to leave, her wolfhounds that had been lying idle on the ground, stood up too. They followed their mistress. Prancing about protectively. They were trained to attack whoever threatened their mistress. Last time, when the previous suitor came, they had been made to stay outside. But when they heard the voice of their mistress in pain, they rushed into the room to attack the suitor. That was enough to scare away the suitor for good. “Leave the dogs out here.” She was stopped by Mrs. Stanton. Mrs. Stanton was a grumpy old woman. To Alora, she was the head maid. But to the rest of the breeders at the other side of the mansion, she was the punisher. She was hired by Mr. Gregor to “train” human girls into being submissive. Werewolves hated any form of challenge. Especially from human girls whose sole purpose was to breed the next generation of their nearly extinct race. When Alora tried to make the dogs stay, they didn’t comply. “As you can see, Mrs. Stanton. It is out of my control.” She shrugged before going in. Mrs. Stanton scowled at the young human girl. If it weren’t for Mr. Gregor’s order not to touch the young girl, she would have taught the brat a lesson. The girl didn’t know how fortunate she was. When Alora entered to see who her suitor was, she was shocked to see that the man was far from what the many men that had come to take her away. Unlike many of them, the one in front of her was young. He had this relaxed demeanor as he stood beside the window. He had his back facing her as he looked out the window. Still, she could tell he was attractive too. His huge frame was adorned with a black suit that emphasized his broad shoulders. He didn’t have to go shirtless for Alora to know that he was ripped inside. His colour of hair would probably look boring on any other person. But with him, his midnight dark hair added to the mysterious aura he had. Alora couldn’t wait to see what he looked like. So, she greeted him to make her presence known. As he turned around to see her, her wolfhounds started baring their teeth threateningly. They growled like they had just sensed a threat. Ignoring the noise from the dogs, the young man walked towards Alora. “You must be…” Before he could even say a word, all three wolfhounds charged at him. Unshaken by their presence, the man didn’t move or try to run away. He stood right where he was and faced the wolfhounds, daringly. “Sit.” He only had to say that command to have the dogs stop on their track. They sat down immediately. Alora stood there rooted to the ground, shocked. In her life, she had never seen her pets so obedient to a stranger. Unlike many men that she had met, the man didn’t even bat an eyelash when those wolfhounds tried to attack him. Alora looked at three of her dogs sitting still, obediently. Then, in front of her. His eyes widened. “Who exactly is this man?” She asked herself.