The Bully Alpha's Defiant Slave

Chapter 12

**Alpha Kayden**

From my vantage point, I watched as dozens of teenage girls filed into the auditorium, flanked by their overprotective parents. But no matter how much they tried to shield their daughters, there was nothing these parents could do to protect them from us. Not now. Not ever.

I kept my eyes on the stream of girls settling into their seats, faces blank with curiosity or nervous excitement. They wondered why they’d been summoned here—why the silence hung heavy in the air. After all, their graduation was supposed to be over, their future secure. But something darker lurked beneath this façade.

Caleb leaned in, voice low and laced with amusement. “I’m glad we made our picks last night. Now, we just sit back and enjoy the show—these fresh little treasures to admire.”

Liam chuckled, eyes gleaming. “Yeah. All these gorgeous girls, and no stupid caps or gowns to hide their beauty. Perfect.”

I shot them a warning glance. “Perve in silence,” I growled, voice cold.

They nodded eagerly, suppressing their excitement, but their eyes betrayed them—hungry for the moment.

Caleb grinned. “You know, I bet some of those girls are pure. Virgins, untouched and tight. The best kind of prize.”

Liam nodded in agreement. “Damn right. Nothing beats virgin territory.”

I was relieved when they shut up, staring instead at the girls—each one young, unaware of what awaited them. My gaze drifted to Principal Anderson, making his slow way toward the stage. I knew exactly what he’d be doing—selling the message we wanted him to deliver. Always the perfect puppet, eager to line his pockets. His steps were confident, clipboard in hand, as he ascended the stairs and took his place at the microphone. The room fell silent, every eye turning toward him, waiting for whatever false message he’d spin today.

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**Sandi**

I sat stiffly with my parents in the nearly empty school auditorium, the hushed whispers of other families filling the space. I could feel the collective curiosity—the unspoken question hanging in the air: Why are we all here again?

When Principal Anderson stepped onto the stage, the room fell silent instantly. His eyes scanned the crowd, calm and practiced.

“Ladies,” he began smoothly, “it’s so wonderful to see you all back here today.” His tone was warm—too warm.

My mother’s grip on my hand tightened. She muttered beneath her breath, “Like we had a choice,” her voice edged with frustration.

“The reason you’re here,” Anderson continued, “is because several of these talented young women have an incredible opportunity awaiting them. Five offers of employment from a very influential company. An honor, really, to be considered. Those selected will enjoy generous pay, free food and accommodation, medical and dental benefits, and uniforms.”

He paused, flipping through his clipboard, then looked up with a slick smile. “Now, based on merit, the following students have been chosen: Bella Cartwright, Julia Taylor, Trudy Jones, Suzie Hobbs—and Sandi Colton.”

My mother’s hand shot out and gripped mine with white-knuckled intensity.

“Don’t go up there,” she whispered desperately.

My father leaned in, voice sharp. “What are you doing? Let go. Don’t cause a scene.”

But I saw the panic behind her eyes. “It doesn’t feel right,” she whispered again. “This isn’t normal. Something’s wrong.”

Anderson’s voice cut through the tension. “Sandi Colton, please come join us.” His tone was inviting, but I knew better. I knew that smile—the one that hid the darkness beneath.

I slowly pushed free from my mother’s grip and rose, my heart pounding. I knew this wasn’t about the jobs. It never was. This was about the wolves—what Lindsay’s parents had warned us about. About the trap waiting for us on that stage.

I took hesitant steps toward the others already standing there, their faces glowing with naive hope. They thought they’d won the lottery. They believed the lie, completely oblivious to what was about to happen.

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**Alpha Kayden**

I observed as each girl climbed onto the stage, her face lit with innocent optimism. Four of them were already standing there, smiling, unaware of the danger they’d just stepped into.

Liam leaned in, whispering, “With those smiles, you'd think they’d just hit the jackpot.”

Caleb grinned. “There’s only four up there. We picked five. Where’s the fifth?”

I scanned the room, my eyes locking onto her. She was the one I’d chosen. The girl from the restaurant yesterday—the one whose face haunted me. I finally saw her rise, her steps slow, deliberate. Her expression wasn’t the same as the others—there was a flicker of suspicion, a flicker of fear. She looked like she knew this was a setup.

But that was impossible, right? She couldn’t possibly know the truth.

No one did. Not yet.

My muscles tensed as Steel growled softly in the back of my mind. The game had begun, and I knew—deep down—that this was just the beginning of something much darker.