ALPHA LUCIAN'S MARKED SLAVE

SOLD TO THE COLD ALPHA

CHAPTER 2: SOLD TO THE COLD ALPHA

SELENE:

“Your marking ceremony is taking place today."

I was still completely dazed by my father’s last words, my mind spinning out of control, when the loud rumble of numerous vehicles driving into the garage broke my thoughts. The heavy engines vibrated right through the floorboards, shaking me out of my trance.

My father stood up immediately, fixing his suit jacket with a cold, satisfied look on his face.

"They're here," he said, his voice completely devoid of any emotion. He didn't look at me with pity. He didn't even look at me like I was his daughter. "Come with me."

He started to leave the study, his heavy footsteps echoing down the hall. I stood there for a split second, my heart hammering against my ribs, but I knew I didn't have a choice. If I ran, his guards would just hunt me down and drag me back. I was trapped. I swallowed the lump of pure terror in my throat and followed him out.

Together, we headed down the grand staircase and into the massive foyer, where the pack guards had already ushered in the Blackthorne Alpha and his men.

The moment I stepped into the room, the air shifted. It became heavy, thick, and suffocatingly dominant. Alpha Lucian’s men stood in a perfect, intimidating line. They didn't look like regular pack warriors; they looked like high-end hitmen. Every single one of them wore expensive, tailored black suits and dark sunglasses, their expressions completely blank. But it was the man standing at the front who made my breath catch in my throat.

Alpha Lucian Blackthorne.

I couldn't take my eyes off him, and honestly, it threw me for a loop. He was wearing a custom-fitted, midnight-black suit that hugged a frame that was pure muscle. The fabric looked ridiculously expensive, stretching perfectly over his broad shoulders and chest. His hair was pitch black, styled in a messy yet perfectly calculated way that fell slightly over his forehead. But his face...his face was a different story entirely. He had a sharp, chiseled jawline that looked like it was sculpted by the gods, a straight nose, and lips that were full but pressed into a tight, hard line. He was, without a doubt, the most impeccably handsome man I had ever seen in my entire life. Looking at him, I genuinely started to doubt the rumors. How could a man who looked like a literal angel be capable of murdering women?

But then, the illusion was shattered by the reality before me.

It wasn't about his face; it was about his vibe. He was so dangerously cold it made me cringe. His aura wasn't just powerful—it was freezing. It felt like a physical wave of ice hitting my skin, making me want to whimper in absolute terror. His eyes, a piercing, lethal shade of grey, swept over the room. There was no warmth in him. No humanity. He looked like a beautiful monster who wouldn't hesitate to snap someone's neck if he breathed too loud.

The two Alphas didn't waste any time. Reagan stepped forward, putting on his best fake leader smile.

"Alpha Lucian. Welcome to the Ravencrest Pack," my father said, extending his hand.

Lucian didn't smile back. He just gave a tight, polite nod and shook my father’s hand. His grip looked like iron.

"Alpha Reagan," Lucian replied. His voice was a deep, gravelly baritone that vibrated in my chest. It was smooth, but it carried a lethal edge. "Let's get this over with. I have more important things to do."

"Of course. Right this way."

They moved over to a long mahogany table that had been set up on the side of the foyer. A stack of legal documents and pack treaties was already waiting for them. Lucian didn't hesitate. He pulled an expensive pen from his suit pocket, leaned over, and signed the papers with quick, fluid motions. My father did the same right after him. Just like that, on a piece of paper, my life was traded away. I was no longer a Ravencrest. I was his property now.

Before the ink dried, my father turned around and walked back to where I was standing like a statue. He took my hand, his grip firm and unyielding, and led me right up to Lucian.

Lucian stood up to his full height, looming over both of us. Up close, his scent hit me—rain, pine, and expensive cologne. It was intoxicating, but it terrified me.

My father looked at me, pulling me in slightly. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. It was supposed to look like a loving goodbye to anyone watching, but to me, it felt like the ultimate betrayal. It felt exactly like a kiss of death.

"Be a good wife, Selene," my father whispered, though there was a warning in his eyes.

I didn't say a word. I didn't cry, I didn't scream, and I didn't show any form of emotions. I kept my face as blank and numb as I could force it to be. I wouldn't give my father the satisfaction of seeing me break, and I definitely didn't want this dangerous Alpha to see my weakness.

My father let go of my hand and literally handed me over to him, stepping back as if he had just successfully gotten rid of a piece of trash.

Lucian barely glanced at me. His grey eyes brushed past my face for a fraction of a second, showing absolutely zero interest, before he turned on his heel.

"We're leaving," Lucian barked to his men.

He started to walk out of the house, heading straight back toward the garage. I didn't even get a second to process anything. I just followed behind him, keeping my head down. It felt like I was walking to my death. I felt like a lamb being led straight to the slaughter, completely defenseless against whatever this man had planned for me.

We walked into the massive underground garage, where a line of identical, high-end black vehicles were idling. One of Lucian's guards, a massive guy with a scarred face, stepped ahead and opened the back door of a luxurious, shiny black Bentley.

Lucian stopped by the door and finally looked at me, his face a mask of stone. He didn't offer to help me, he didn't smile, and he didn't say anything sweet. He just gave a sharp tilt of his chin, motioning for me to get in.

Slowly, my hands shaking slightly, I climbed into the leather interior of the car, sliding all the way to the other side. Lucian got in right after me before the heavy door slammed shut, cutting off the outside world and trapping me in a confined space with a rumored killer.

The driver didn't need to be told twice. As soon as Lucian was settled, the Bentley smoothly accelerated, and the entire convoy drove out of the garage, heading past the gates of the Ravencrest Pack.

I refused to look back because this place held nothing but bad memories.