SOLD TO A HORRIBLE ALPHA.

A very big and unavoidable pressure troubled Melissa's feelings as she fingered fury and then unpleasant discomfort. She gnashed her teeth and bit up her mouth until it fled. Her inflamed, blemished face was enhanced with nothing but a mixture of fluid and weeping soaked from both her eyes and forehead. Her blood-sodden body was chained to a chair. She chucked, her teeth rattled in fear with her claws buried deep into her lap.

She seemed alike to the abyss, yet her appearance was sarcasm of what was going on in her head. Her wolf raged in her head, her chest was heavy with pain and her heart felt like it was being diced with cutlery. She sunk her claws into her lap because physical pain was better than everything going on in her head.

Groans occupied the air as a well-built man touched a frilly blonde's physique while kissing a blue-haired woman.

Melissa does not want anything apart from closing her eyes and shutting out the gore she was witnessing, but she wouldn't dare. She could easily snap the chains that held her and rip out the throat of the crew before her but she wouldn't dare. Around them were other females who ran their fingers through the male's body.

The so-called females were so stylish touching the Alpha, her Alpha, and her own mate. Every touch and sound drove her insane. Her wolf wanted blood.

She could easily kill every woman in that room for even looking at her mate, but she couldn't. She couldn't do it because it was her punishment. In this world, her mate had always seen her as nothing but junk and enjoyed handling and playing psychological deceits on her.

"You are losing concentration, Melissa. Watch me carefully. You need to watch and learn," his arousal-clouded voice laced with powerful command.

Spontaneously, her eyes enlarged, and her head uncurled. It was very sore, but when an Alpha commands, one is bound to obey it.

The females sneered before walking towards Melissa. They proceed to her one after the order. They were pouring insults on her like she had committed a crime or she blocked their progress.

"Senseless bitch," one remarked. The next person hints at her roughly while laughing hilariously.

"So-called Luna, are you irritated? Is it like your body is steaming with anger right now?" asked a blue-eyed one, sneering directly into her face.

"All hail the Luna." Ridiculed by another female whose long hair could be said to be the longest amongst all, Repeats of laughter filled up the room, and the fair-haired stepped up to her.

"He said you should watch carefully," she whispered into her ears.

Melissa chucked, her face hurting from the cuts and bumps she had received earlier from her mate when he punched her. She bit into her torn lips to keep herself from screaming and she pressed her claws deeper into her lap.

"She's so freaking ugly. You do realize how ugly you are, right?" one asked. "Look into my eyes!" Her mate growled.

Melissa whimpered, praying for her nuisance to end.

Another sophisticated female fisted her hand into Melissa's ash-Lloyd hair and yanked it. Melissa let out a scream of agony.

Another wave of laughter swept through the room. Melissa sucked in the air; her wolf was threatening to explode. Unlike her, she didn't care about the consequences.

"Piece of trash, your existence is insignificant. Maybe that's why no one loves you." She taunted. At that, Melissa's control shattered.

She let out a muffled rumble as her hazel irises turned Shadow with red rings around them. The amusement and sarcasm ceased immediately.

Lloyd, her mate and the Alpha of Blossom Pack growled, pushing away the ladies that surrounded him. His eyes flashed golden as he grabbed her. "Return to her subconscious, wolf!" He gritted out, his dominance rippled through her body.

Not quite approximately, her eyes returned to their normal color and she let out a tormented cry. Chuckling delightedly, Lloyd let her fall back to the ground, and the chair to which she was tied shattered under her weight.

"I thought I told you not to let your wolf exert control! Did what they said hurt you? They're right. You're hopeless and you'll persistently be. That's why your father sold you off to pay off his debts. He knew how much of a waste you would turn out to be."

Weeping dropped out from Melissa's eyes. She could take every form of pain, abuse, and grievance, but nothing hurt more than the reminder that she was truly useless and could never result in anything good. The words Lloyd was saying were nothing but the truth and now she wished someone could end her desolation.

"Open your eyes," he commanded, and she obeyed.

He gave her a dirty look and then knocked her off with his heel.

Melissa gripped a shot of a hot drink at a bar a few hours later. Dusk had fallen outside and patrons strolled into the musty, dim-lit bar.

She had walked quietly out of the pack, veiled, hoping that no one noticed her. Although all her wounds had healed up, her body was still tender and her mind was still raw with pain.

"Luna," an elderly man called out, tapping her back tenderly.

Melissa muffled a whimper and ground her teeth as pain rippled through her nerves. Slowly she spun around and plastered a false smile on her face.

"Gabe," she greeted.

He quickly gave her a sardonic smile, "Thank you. My mate told me how you helped her yesterday. You're the best thing that has happened to this pack," he said. Tears welled in Melissa's eyes; her aching heart broke a little more. Her smile faltered and she struggled to keep it up.

"Don't mention Gabe," She grumbled, "That's what a Luna is for, isn't it?" Melissa asked.

Gabe laughed and cuddled her shoulders, "Yes, but you're humane about it. It's cheering. You are a true Princess, thank you." He finished and tottered away. The moment he was far enough she buried her head in her palms and broke into a quiet sob.

Members of the Blossom pack knew nothing of what she was going through. How could they know that beneath all her smiles and hard work, she was dying inside? They knew that Alpha Lloyd didn't regard her because she was used as payment for a debt her parents owed, but what they didn't know was the full extent.

Merely notable members of the pack and the grimy classy Alpha Lloyd had orgies with, knew. Be it as it may, Blossom pack members saw her as the embodiment of excellence and even venerated her.

Her body shook as she sniffled agonizingly. She had long stopped praying for a miracle because miracles didn't happen in Blossom. There was nothing like delight for her; only pain, misery, and anguish. Now she desires to forget, to stop feeling, to be in a state beyond her current depression. It was the only way she could escape her reality.

In a while, she had to wipe away her tears. Raising her head and putting down her shot, she gave a sign to the bar attendant to keep refilling her cup. She poured drink over and over and kept drinking down to her esophagus until the buzzing in her head disappeared. She got deeply drunk and couldn't hold herself. She fell off the stool she was sitting on. She sniggered, loving the feeling of freedom and power that strummed through her veins.

After taking another throat-burning shot, she tripped off the stool. The moment her feet touched the ground, the world came deafening down. Her legs distorted below her, and she was worn out to the floor.

At a time she let out a peal of crazy laughter, stunned to her feet, and immediately returned to her stool. People were not even interested in what was going on because, just like she was doing, most of the folks in the bar were drinking to forget their challenges and distress.

Melissa held her hands to her mouth, as she vexed to battle back her fit of cackles. The whole thing appeared comical and thrilling. She waved her hand carelessly to the barman for additional drinks. After she consumed it all, she rested her head in upholstery holding her head with her hands.

"Is this not so hilarious?" An individual who is going out of the place asked, astonishing her. She immediately rose up her head and went into laughter which made few. She started seeking the source of the voice. By then, the alcohol and dim lights distorted her vision, so she was unable to see him clearly, but her mind selected his interest in her.

It made her rouge and chuckle again. "And to think they said I'm ugly," she mumbled. Her words came out as complete gabble. She started laughing loudly again, spanking her leg uncontrollably.

A very modest-looking young man who is built and heavily inked was standing nearby her, raised a ridge, and pointed his deep-set eyes at her. A sneer hauled at his lips and his light blue eyes Shadowed with arousal and intrigue. He slid onto the stool beside her, watching intently at her.

"If I may ask, what do you actually want?" Melissa spoke, rotating to look at the secretive foreigner and almost sliding off the barstool. He instantaneously gripped her and set her accurately. Her cheeks inflamed and she chortled tougher.

The barman came with her refill and his demand and set it before them. Melissa grabbed her drink, but he beat her to it and gulped it down. Her eyes blew open and she knotted at him. He sneered, holding the cup so solicitously.

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"You," Melissa roared.

The furtive man waved his hand at the bar attendant who was at his side instantly, "Do kindly get her a bottle of water," he ordered, and the bar attendant bowed before doing as told.

"Is it that you are silly?" Melissa exclaimed, thrusting his chest with her finger. He only sneered at her, disregarding the listing of curses falling out of her mouth. As soon as the bar attendant returned with the bottle of water, he paid for his intact drink and hers, and then he walked away without saying goodbye to her or even looking back.

Melissa was furious. Wrathfully she swallowed down the water and stunned after him. Faltering onto people and also other things including tables, because the realm appeared to be dancing under her feet

'What does he think he is?' She angrily said to herself. She had had enough of people oppressing her, and the whiskey in her veins aided her a lot as it gave her the bravery that she ordinarily didn't have.

Melissa staggered outside to inhale the sweet fresh night air, allowing it to fill her lungs. Closing her eyes, she exhaled and then sniffed the air for his scent. She found it immediately and blindly followed.

She staggered and came to a halt when she found herself in a Shadow alley. By now she had sobered up a bit and was regretting her actions. He giggled and walked into view.

Melissa apparently took a few footsteps towards the back. He was bigger than she could remember. It was Shadow, but since her vision had gotten clearer, she was able to get a foretaste of his structures.

He was so hot! "Who are you and what do you think you are?" She barked, overwhelming her fear. His blue irises shadowed and a fleck of gold flashed in them as his piercing gaze scanned through her body. Her whole body responded with a shudder.

Absorbing hard on her saliva,

Melissa took another step backward and smashed her back onto the wall.

A subtle sniff in the air told her that he was as aroused as she was. And that was the last thing she could endeavor.

In a moment after a whole drama she had been displaying, Melissa grumbled as she made her way off to the bed.

She didn't understand the type of drizzly dreams she had just had, also she felt to understand how she made it home. Ordinarily, when she ventured into drowning herself in alcohol, she passed out in the bar and woke up early the next morning in the same spot.

She rubbed her eyes, wondering why she was still wet. She cracked her eyes open and found herself in an unknown room. Her eyes flew open, and her heart contested.

Recollections of the night before crashed into her head.

She had been drunk as hell and an unknown person stole her drink and cleared her bill, but because she was mad she pursued him and

She was taken back to the alley, where he laughed and hovered over her.

"In all honesty, I didn't expect you to take the lure," He muffled, his voice thrilling her anxieties.

He snuffled her neck and was able to let out a deep groan.

Melissa swallowed the moan that threatened to erupt from her.

"You know, when ladies come after me they come to seduce and thank me for clearing their tabs. But you, you're a different grade," He whispered.

A quiver snaked down Melissa's spine. Her head was swaying in mud and her body was flooded by his arousal. She could tell that he was a powerful wolf because his supremacy made her wolf vibrate in respect. What

Melissa did not understand why her body was responsive to his voice. He hadn't even touched her...

On the last count, she was sure she hated sex, particularly after being abused by Lloyd. She couldn't recall the last time she was turned on, and yet here her body reacted to a total foreigner. Something about him influenced her. It excited her and scared her at the same time.

His hands gripped her waist and he planted a hard kiss on her neck, grazing it softly. That single act sent waves of pleasure through her. She didn't know how, but her hands moved down... Suddenly, he let out an aggressive growl and took her mouth.

"Dear, we can't do this here, I must say." He said in a tense voice.

His kiss was as serious as it was inspiring. Puffing he broke the kiss, threw her over his shoulder, and marched away. He took her to an unknown room, threw her on the bed, and shielded her...

Melissa was still surprised by what she had passed through the night before. She was overcome by her need for him again. Nobody had made her feel that way, endlessly.

"I discern, I do have a habit of leaving that effect on people," A voice sniggered. She instantly reverted to her reality. Her heart pounded in her chest and her head snapped in his direction.

She was utterly amazed at the sight of him. Her mystery man was leaning on the wall with an easy smirk etched on his lips. His wipe of dirty blonde hair fell over his gloomy, light blue eyes that bore holes into her body. His ripped muscles were covered in more tattoos than she had seen on anyone's body in her entire life.

She blinked, he was dazzling. Gratefulness to him whelmed through her.

"I-" She started to say.

"I beg to ask, what exactly are you still doing here?"

He roared abruptly, inclined off the wall. Anger blazed in his eyes. Melissa's eyes went around and her mouth molded.

"I went out for my early morning exercise to allow you to clean yourself and find your way out. How come you are still here and what did you think this is?" He yelled, stepping forward.

Shortly, Melissa jumped to her feet. Her heart and her peaceful state crashed into a bazillion pieces. I was too used to it. She had frequently experienced that. Tears blurred her vision.

"It was a one-night stand dammit! Why are you still here?" he asked; his dominance projected the anger in his voice, and it sliced through her like a sword.

Alpha Wolf! Her senses warned her.

Her body trembled as she struggled to put on her clothes. The amount of embarrassment and stupidity she felt endangered to swallow her up. The enigmatic man sneered at her, his voice saturated with frustration and revulsion as she scrambled about the room.

"Get out of this place!" He stated with vagueness on his face, gripping her unevenly and throwing her out of the room. The rest of her stuff followed suit and he smashed the door in her face.

The tears began falling out. It was the same way Lloyd had treated her after their first night together. She crouched on the floor outside his door sobbing.

This was the same way she had been used by her mate.

Goodness, she was so stupid. It was why she found herself with people who exposed her stupidity. Lloyd was right, she cried. She was useless. She was just a toy for male wolves and nothing more. Why else would someone she had just met treat her the same way Lloyd did?

She didn't want to live like that anymore. She wanted to leave Lloyd and be happy forever. If only she could pay off her family's debt and go away in peace.

Afterward, she decided to dry off her tears and put on the rest of her clothes. Then, slowly she stood up and shuffled out of the motel.

"Where are you coming from and where have you been?" Lloyd growled the moment she stepped into Blossom's pack house. Melissa's shoulders were huddled and her eyes were fixed on the floor. Lloyd gripped her by her blouse and snuffled her.

"How come that I smell another male on you? Don't you know that you're mine?" He roared, spanking her. Letting go of her blouse, he jerked her hair.

"Answer me now!" He shouted, angrily.

"The bar," Melissa grumbled; Lloyd murmured and sounded like her again, and this time, he was tougher.

Melissa wept out, and discomfort detonated in her head. No matter how many times she had been hit by Lloyd, it still hurt like hell every time.

"I beg your pardon, what would you say the people's Luna was doing in a bar again? You fool! What did I tell you about visiting the bar?" Lloyd murmured, dragging her until they were in the kitchen.

"No-no, no n-o," Melissa grumbled, "I can explain. I was drunk and unfortunately passed out."

With a malicious grin, Lloyd picked up the gray whip he modified for her. Melissa shuddered copiously. Wounds meted out on her by the gray whip hurt a thousand times more. Anytime she was whipped with it, it was as if she had been set in flames.

"Can you just emerge? What did I tell you about the bar?"

"Take me by my words today, I promise; I'll never do it again!" Melissa shouted and struggled in his clasp. "I promise. Please!"

As that wasn't enough, Lloyd pressed her to the floor and began kicking her. His eyes were ignited with pleasure. Then raising the lash, he flogged her immeasurably.

Melissa let out a penetrating yell. The smell of fiery flesh combined with her blood scented the air. The whip tore her flesh open and her blood poured out. The hurt went through her like a weapon had made her lose her vision. She sputtered blood and gasped for air.

"Idiot, I cautioned you not to provoke me. Until you have cleared your debt you will do as I tell you."

Wham! Another lash followed.

Melissa shouted as a penetrating pain shot through her body like lightning. She sucked in a sharp breath, clenched her teeth, and tried to focus on something other than the hurt. He was about to carry out another lash when the pack Beta rushed in gasping.

"Lloyd! Alpha Lloyd! The Alpha of Shadow Moon Pack is here!" he said.

Lloyd held still, which gave Melissa slight time to recuperate. She crawled as far from Lloyd as possible. Her blood was smeared all over the place. With each movement, her bones threatened to snap.

"Are you for real?" Lloyd quaffed, cautiously dropping the lash.

The great Alpha of Shadow Moon happened to be the most callous being known to the werewolf kind. Not only was he extremely dominant. His wolf was like a beast. Recently he had returned from war with a pack that had dared to defy him; he crushed everyone in that particular pack.

"There are indications that he arrived at Blossom last night and kept a low profile. The pack warriors told me that he and his people are headed to see you," his beta informed him.

Melissa could not be more appreciative of such a disruption. She blessed the Alpha of Shadow Moon for saving her and dropping her penance. Regardless of the discomfort stunning her body, she could feel the fear radiating out from Lloyd and his Beta. It ended with her having some level of comfort.

"Wonderful," Lloyd roared, "Ask the Omega to go and prepare a very powerful ceremonial meal to make merry his arrival and his recent triumph. We'll sign a treaty to prove that we are not antagonistic with him and his pack. No one, I mean, no one should infuriate him or his crew.

Let's just hope we pacify him with the celebration and treaty and that he passes by without terminating the entire people that live in our pack."

"Sure, my wonderful Alpha," His beta bobbed, "In that case, you also need to go and welcome him. He is moving to the Packhouse."

Lloyd roared in thwarting, "Do well and get this fool out of this vicinity and clean up the entire disarray."

"Certainly, Alpha." His beta bowed his head as Lloyd stayed out of the room. Melissa sighed, glad that Lloyd would be much diverted until the Mighty Alpha decided to go back. Maybe, just maybe if he was distracted enough, she could finally think of a way to pay her debts and then run away into her liberty

One of his girls, Greg, patrolled from place to place in his suit agitatedly. It had been a few days since he had been with the blue-haired and hazel-green-eyed girl, yet he was still overwhelmed by recollections of her. He windswept his hair and gathered his arms as he moved from one particular verge of his apartment to another.

All this was going on because he was so drunk by her, that he had lost control that night and marked her. But he had been with numerous ladies in the past and had gotten over it approximately.

This particular lady appears to have stayed with him like a perpetual mark just because he had made a mistake and patent her.

He snarled in hindrance as he remembered how her appearance wrinkled when he chased her out the next morning. This was the first time he had felt guilt for any of his actions and it peeved him. He had done worse to other ladies, so why did her sad appearance disturb him?

"Shit," he roared, broke his fistful into the wall.

All this shit wouldn't have happened if he hadn't gotten drunk and carried away after he had destroyed that filthy pack. He had been so drunk with his victory and power that he had told his warriors who had accompanied him to go out and have fun, while he went for a run in the forest.

Somehow, he crossed into Blossom's pack territory, and because he felt like he was on top of the world, he allowed his curiosity to sway him into traveling the pack. He was also very horny. He needed a sweet female to release all that stifled energy within him.

At that moment, he changed into his human form and walked around Blossom in disguise. When he stumbled into the bar, he was approximately fascinated by the crying ash-Lloyd-haired girl.

She wasn't actually his sort. He desired loud horrible females who just wanted a hot night, but the Lloyd-haired scent pleased him. He watched her throughout the night, waiting for her to get drunk enough to become an easy no-win situation.

Shrewd that it was his cue when she began to laugh uproariously and move messily, he approached her and once she tossed her head around to give him a full view of her body and face, a tremor ran through his body.

Holy fuck! She was beautiful.

Of course, he had seen more gorgeous women, but the woman before him had this flimsy, yet foremost air to her. Her hazel green eyes and full lips called out to him. She had the faultless magnitude of boobs he loved, cheerful, not too firm, and not too soft.

He saw that grief penetrated abysmally into her eyes and something warned him to keep off. He had normally avoided broken girls.

Apparently, his wolf, too, wanted her. His wolf was a beast and if he refused what it wanted, he knew that it would somehow come back and take her by force. The lady was not making it easy by smiling hilariously.

Everything about her drove me crazy. It wanted to imprint itself on her and make her scent his. It was strange because his wolf had never been so territorial before.

Greg wriggled to keep his wolf in check as he entered her. The fight for control and her loud moans made the experience even more exciting. Yet the moment his wolf saw the mark of another on her, it was enraged and marked her on top of it.

That snapped Greg out of a frenzy. He was instantly filled with uninhibited fury. Still, his wolf fought until it completed the mark above her breast and at the back of her neck, licking it to seal it out of eyesight.

When morning came, Greg directed the anger and annoyance he felt for himself at her. It intensified him when he got back from his run, and he was enthusiastic by her arousal.

In another development, what was worse was that she appeared in his dreams every night; after having that remarkable sexual role, his dreams turned to nightmares where he saw her suffering and pleading for his help. It always left him and his wolf troubled. He needed to do something about it rapidly.

"My great Alpha, you called me," Mark, his most trusted warrior and companion, said as he entered his room.

"Sure," he grumbled, puffing and holding the bridge of his nose.

He despised how he was drawn to her. He despised how he felt and there was one way he knew how to remedy his little obsessions. It was to find her again and have her till he got over her or make her hate him.

"Send scouts into Blossom. I need you to find an ash-Lloyd-haired lady with hazel-green eyes. She is a bit rosy-skinned, and slim but with wide hips. Find her and bring her to me. Find her before the Blossom Party tonight. I need to get over her quickly." he ordered. Mark bowed and walked out briskly.

The entire day went by with Mark and some of his warriors going in search of her, but it was all to no avail. Greg was utterly pissed by the time he arrived at the Blossom pack hall for the party.

There were a lot of gorgeous damsels making gesticulations and flinging themselves at him. It gave him joy, excited as it made him laugh when he understood of the innumerable number of females that thought they could pacify and mate him only to end up becoming fanatical over his body and getting tossed aside when he became tired of them.

Some beautiful ones wedged his thoughts as the party was ongoing and he decided that if he couldn't find the Lloyd-haired lady, he would take out his thwarting on them in bed instead.

Greg didn't care for Alpha Lloyd but was impressed by the thrill of the party. Lloyd was authoritative and callous, but not as dominant or callous as him. Yet Greg knew that he had to be checked lest he grow wings and become arrogant. After all, Blossom had been close allies with the pack he had just besotted.

Another thing that amplified Greg's contempt for the arrogant Lloyd was that he only cared about his position and not his pack members.

Every powerful man knew that to truly succeed one had to be careful about the people one surrounded himself with. Lloyd didn't care. A report had it that it was his mate who looked out for the pack members.

Greg found it revolting, he is uncomfortable with the word, mate. He could never have one or live his pack in the hands of a female. He only saw them as free sex givers.

Weary of the galore, he was ready to call it a night when the anchor said.

"And on a final note, let's have some closing remarks from Blossom's adorable Luna, Melissa Maurice,"

A wonderful cheer and ovation echoed around the hall. At once, Greg was inquisitive to see the supposed Luna. He watched as she climbed the stage, adorned in a pale green sheath gown that slurped her curvatures and paid tribute to her eyes. He heaved a sigh when he recognized her.

Shit! She looked magnificent and all opinions of devouring any other lady that night disappeared. His wolf began to go wild within him.

Greg wanted her and he didn't care if she was another person's mate and the consequences that could cost. He could go for whatever he wants at the expense of whose odds is god.

He carefully watched her every single movement, his eyes stunning her body. He barely heard anything that she had said.

When she was done addressing the crowd, she went through the backstage. Greg couldn't hold it, immediately got to his feet, and trailed her scent until he found her in the dressing room behind the stage.

He crept up on her. She didn't notice him because she was too busy crying. He sighed in irritation; there was nothing he hated more than weaklings.

"We will meet again," he roared. She jumped back, her hazel eyes protruding out. On recognizing him, pain flashed through her eyes.

"Y-you," She sputtered, clutching her breasts.

Greg sucked his teeth. Was she intentionally seducing him, on realizing that he was also the notorious Alpha of Shadow Moon Pack?

She gasped, and fear pooled out of her pores. Greg chuckled at Shadowy, reveling in her fear.

"You're as ruthless as they say." She sneered, getting to her feet.

Greg growled, he hated the frustration and hatred for him that flashed in her eyes. He was aroused but she wasn't. She appeared to despise him.

Deafening again, he grasped her into his arms, his mouth spontaneously found his mark above her chest and touched it; her breath ceased for a moment.

He giggled, "You're coming home with me."

"Never," She responded, her breath heavy, her eyes trembling open and close. "This is my pack. I'm Luna."

Greg Sneered,

"We shall see." He said, letting go of her. He was astonishingly pleased as the scent of her awakening swarmed the room as he returned to his place in the packed hall.

Following her resistance towards him, he had come up with a modest plan. Approximately after the event was over, he was going to bargain for her with Lloyd and if he declined him, he was going to bring hell to Blossom. Luna or not, she was his, and we are his stand.

When he got her, he was going to use every means to break the spell she had over him.