SOLD TO THE RUTHLESS ALPHA

Chapter 1Lola's POVI wake up from the sun streaming through the window and the heavy hand draped across my stomach.Groaning, I blink several times to clear the fogginess in my brain. Then I look over to the figure on the bed beside me. Alpha Israel.He's sleeping so soundly and if not for the steady rise and fall of his chest, I might have probably thought that he's crossed over to the other side. An impossible feat, because there's absolutely no way that I will be that lucky.Pulling his heavy arm off my body, I place it gently on the bed beside his naked body. Even my hatred can't stop me from admitting that Alpha Israel has a body that was sculptured by the Moon goddess herself. It's just too bad that his body houses a very dark soul.Throwing one last glance his way, I gingerly slip out of the bed. Then I start looking for my clothes around the room, finding them in so many odd places. I even find my bra on top of the plasma television. How it got way up there is beyond me. I have to find a chair to climb onto to bring it down from there. Funnily, that's not the craziest place I've found my clothes hanging.I quickly dress into my outfit and crack open the door to begin my walk of shame. This is my life. It's my everyday routine and I don't see it changing anytime soon unless-No. I shake my head, not willing to go down that depressing road again.Peeping out of the hole I creaked open, I looked at both sides of the hallway to make sure that no one is around to witness my shame. Finding no one in sight is probably the only thing that has worked out in my favor since I opened my eyes.Silently praying that good luck holds out a bit longer, I make my escape, hurriedly walking out into the hallway and closing the door behind me.I rush down the steps of the pack house down to the basement where my little sanctuary is. Opening the iron door, I slip in and lock the door behind me, pressing my back to the door to catch my breath. This is what I go through every morning, every day of the week.I pull away from the door and walk into the bathroom that thankfully has running water. The bathroom is in a similar state as the bedroom. They're both tiny, and cold, and bear only the necessities like a bed in the bedroom and a shower that only brings out ice-cold water.Stopping in front of the broken mirror that I had to drag out of a dumpster, I look at the two identical images staring back at me. My eyes are endless and void of any emotion, a vessel to my soul.How did it get this bad? Just last year, I was in a tiny cottage with my parents and finishing high school while waiting for my 18th birthday to finally meet my wolf.Pass forward to ten months later and I'm living in a basement and warming the bed of an Alpha that my parents sold me to for some measly cash. With no sign of ever having a wolf of my own. Was it my fault that I was the daughter of two Omegas? Was it my fault that my wolf hadn't shown her presence even after a year of waiting? Why am I getting punished for things that I have no control over?My eyes turn glassy and I blink furiously to keep the tears from sliding down. Feeling sorry for myself isn't going to change my situation in any way. I peel my clothes off my body, ignoring the hickeys and marks that I know are scattered all over my body. I'm too ashamed to look at just how fall I have fallen. The fact that I sort of enjoyed the way those marks on my body just increases my shame. At this point, my childhood dream of finding my fated mate who will whisk me away from this nightmare is wavering. How will I be able to look him in the eyes, all the while knowing that I enjoyed someone else's touch and kisses? He will never want anything to do with me if he finds out.I should stop my daydreaming and focus on making my life better. Maybe if I should work harder, Israel will actually let me move into one of the many spare bedrooms in the pack house. Or maybe I'll be allowed to have dinner with the rest of them instead of going through the kitchen fridge at night for any leftovers.Those should be the dreams I have not the stupid one about my mate riding in on a white horse and slaying my demons. Then riding me over to his white castle placed at the top of a hill.Shaking my head at my silly self, I step into the shower stall and brace myself as I turn the overhead shower on. Even preparing myself for it doesn't stop my teeth from clattering as the cold water hits me like nails.I quickly do the necessary, washing the places that need to be cleaned and then jumping out of the icy hell. I quickly wrap myself in a fluffy towel, another item that I was ordered to throw away in the trash but that I kept for myself.Then I quickly dress up and mentally get ready to start my day of work. I just hope I don't run into any trouble. I almost laugh at that thought. For some reason and no matter how hard I try, trouble always seems to find its way to me.