The Alpha sold mate

HealingBond

As I struggled to open my eyes, my head throbbed and my body burned with fever. Disoriented, I recalled begging for mercy in Jim's grasp. Now, I lay in my own room, battered and bruised. Memories of Jim's cruelty flooded back.

The door burst open, and my father, Stevens Louis, entered with Karina. Without hesitation Karina pounced at me, while my father watched, satisfied. "You little brat, you think you can run away?" he spat.

I lay helplessly using my hand to block her punches landing on my face,my body aches me,bruises almost in every part of my body.

I have mastered the act of working with deep wounds no matter how deep it was.

And Since I am an Omega it takes more time to heal than other Wolves.streams of tears flow down my cheeks as I lay there, Jim must have brought me back here.

My heart was bleeding like it's been pierced with a knife.

I was frightened when the door barged open.

My father together with Karina walked in, and I watched them waiting for the worst.

Karina pounced on me and threw punches at me while my father stood and watched how she hit me to her satisfaction.

Why do I still call him my father? He told me he isn't my biological father right?

You little brat,you have the guts to run away? My father spat out angrily.

I buried my face in my laps protecting it from more punches.

You won't believe how she was all over Jim last night dad Karina lied.

How can she be his mate?you are so pathetic you lie just like your mother Elara, a wolfless Omega like her you shouldn't live. My father has done really well for you, Karina said, as she dragged me by my long hair.

I kept quiet, not daring to utter a single word for I feared for my life, I wouldn't want to die this way, and I sometimes wished I would be surrounded by those who loved me.

Those who would make me at least feel loved even for a little time, but sometimes I feel this wish would never come to pass but hope still kept me. I never lost hope.

Perhaps right now my hope is already lost.

Karina threw more punches at me while Stevens Louis watched in satisfaction. while he puffs his cigarette. His expression was icy and stoic.

You are such a..I tried to say but was stopped by a resounding slap, don't you dare speak while I talk Karina spat out.

Let her be Karina. We wouldn't want Mr Davis to see her with bruises. You know he paid a huge amount of money, Mr Davis likes his property clean and fresh and father added a devilish smirk curled at the corner of his lips.

Was I now a property to be sold like a mere pair of shoes? I thought to myself.

You are so weak Elara, Karina added as a burst of dark laughter escaped her mouth, my father's eyes were burning in flame, He pulled my hair as I pleaded for his mercy.

He pulled me like a bag of potatoes outside and shoved me inside the car waiting outside the pack house.

I was too weak to protest, I just sat there as the car zoomed off.

I raised my head to see the man I was being sold to and my heartbeat increased. He is even older than my father. I gasped when my eyes met with the old man. He smelled of intoxicating alcohol.

I couldn't stop the tears from my eyes, I buried my face in my knees as I let the tears pour down my cheeks.

Soon the car came to a half, the old man showed me a room and I got in.

I buried my face in my lap as I waited for the worst to come, I was interrupted by the sound of the door, and I crawled backward when the man entered the room.

With lust in his eyes, he stretched his hand to my breast but I moved back.

How dare you try to resist me? I was allowed to be brought here but one thing I won't let happen is allowing him to have his way.

You are my property he growled angrily at me and slapped me harder.

I felt Mia, my wolf, surfacing after a very long time. I wasn't wolfless but that was a secret I kept to myself.

My father wouldn't hesitate to end my life if he did find out about Mia.

The man gasped in fear as his eyes widened in shock, I hit him hard to the ground and ran out of the house as fast as I could.

I kept running without direction and without waving back.

I reached a small bush nearby in a remote area, and I ran to the path that led me to the woods

It was too late and dangerous to continue running.

So I better look for a place I could rest my head for tonight.

My eyes met with a small cleared place and I went through the path to lay down there, even though I was scared.

Barely catching my breath.

I felt a strong hand grip me. I was frightened, my breath was caught in my throat. h… help me the voice struggled to say. I wanted to flee from his grip but he held me even tighter.

pointing to his rib region where he had a deep cut, with the help of the moonlight I saw the wound even though it wasn't clear enough.

I didn't know who he was but he possessed a dominant and intimidating aura.

He shed his shirt revealing his muscular chest and hairy body. I gasp. I'd never seen a man with such strength and I marvelled at his might.

“Is everything okay?" He asked, raising a brow.

I blinked realising I'd gotten lost in my lustful thoughts. I shook my head, realised it was the wrong way, and then nodded. “It's okay. I'm okay."

As I touched his wounds, I noticed it was healing. I pulled my hand from his body and the healing stopped. I touched him again and the process resumed.

I blinked twice, wiping at my eyes. "I must be losing my mind.”

"You aren't.” He assured me. "As weird as it looks, it's perfectly normal.”

Even though I couldn't make out his face, I felt his eyes on me, taking in my rough dishevelled appearance. He did not look away like I expected he would but continued staring at me which made my heart beat faster in my chest.

“I should thank you for helping me." His voice held such energy, it reverberated through my body. “I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't found me."

He pulled himself up, grunting through the effort it took. “You must be a skilled healer. I almost feel better already."

“I—I," my finger tightened around the helm of my dress. “I think you should rest."

"Come closer.” He said. It was neither a command nor an order yet I found myself moving towards him without hesitation. His eyes were kind and they regarded me with interest.

"I must confess,” He looked away. "I don't know why but I feel drawn to you.”

Me too, I stopped myself last minute from saying the words out loud.

“I erm—” His fingers moved along my skin in a slow comforting way that raised my temperature.

It was my first time getting touched without the violence or pain I'd long associated with the act. I flinched but the warmth in his eyes made me stay. Every pore in my body screamed at me to run but there was a new sensation I was feeling just being there so close to him.

“It’s alright.” He whispered, obviously sensing the internal struggle I was having with myself.

Without thinking I moved into his arms. Our lips touched and his hands claimed my body with desire that matched the flame burning within me. His kiss was intense and gentle. I leaned closer wanting more of his intoxicating sweetness.

“I won't hurt you." He whispered, his eyes showed seriousness. I was too drunk to see the handsome features of his face but not too drunk to know my body desired him.

I remembered the reason I was in the woods in the first place. There was no time for a moment of weakness with a man I knew nothing about. I have to get as far away as I can before the old man starts looking for me.

“What's wrong?" He asked, noticing the scared look in my eyes. “Who are you running from?"

There was no use denying it, so I told him about how I'd run away from my oppressor who planned to use me as his s*x slave. He listened until I was done, “Stay with me. I'll protect you. In the morning we will leave together, I promise."

His words renewed my confidence and I found strength I didn't know I had in me. With that, I gave myself to him completely.

As our lips touched, desire flared. "I won't hurt you," he whispered.

With renewed hope, I surrendered to him.

However morning came, and he was gone.