Sold As The Alpha King's Breeder

"Oh god. Not again."

The scent of stale beer hit me as I walked through the front door. The house was a mess, empty bottles littering the floor. Victor, my step-dad, sat slumped on the couch, a half-empty bottle dangling from his hand.

He had always been a drunk from the very first time I met him, but it worsened as soon as he married my mom.

Each day felt like a nightmare, coming back home from work to meet an abusive, drunken stepdad.

I dreamed of escaping this life, of going to college and studying art. My sketchbook, hidden under my mattress, was filled with drawings of a future where I was free from Victor's tyranny. But those dreams felt like distant stars, unreachable and fading.

Victor roared when he saw me, the bottle clattering to the floor, scaring the shit out of me. "Look at you! Empty-handed again! Do you have any idea what your uselessness is costing me?"

"I am not empty-handed, Victor. You haven't even checked. I just didn't make enough money today," I replied, fear gripping my heart.

I'd worked all day at the diner, exhaustion clinging to me like a second skin. The tips hadn't been good, and I knew it wouldn't be enough. But I had no choice but to return home.

"What is the difference, you swine?"

This had been my life since my mom passed away six months after her marriage to Victor. He put himself in countless debts under my name as his guarantor, and now I was forced to pay his debts or bear the consequences.

Every loan shark in Creek Town knew who he was, and because I was affiliated with him, my name was also registered in the documents. I had no choice but to pay for it, or else I would be passed around like a slut to different Alphas and Betas.

Victor stood up from the couch, staggering, before he picked up an empty bottle from the floor. "Same story every time," he slurred as he took staggered steps towards me.

I already knew what was coming. The next thing, he threw the bottle at me, but I was quick to dodge it, so it landed on the wall.

"Victor, please stop!" I cried.

"How dare you?"

"I'm sorry! I'm not feeling well, please!"

He hated it when I dodged anything thrown at me. The sound of weapons hitting my skin gave him great satisfaction, but today was not the day. I was already beaten by the rain while coming back, and more than anything, I craved a hot bath. My hands were numb, and I had little strength. If only he could just let me be this night.

The clinking of bottles and the sound of them shattering against the walls filled the tiny living room. I crouched in the corner, my heart pounding as I watched Victor drunkenly stagger around. His eyes were wild with fury, his movements erratic as he threw another bottle, narrowly missing my head.

"Useless brat! Can't even bring back enough money to pay off my debts!" he slurred, his face red with rage.

I pressed myself further into the corner, tears streaming down my face. "Please, Victor, I tried. The shop owners wouldn't give me more credit too."

"Shut up!" He bellowed. His bloodshot eyes were wild with rage. "Your mother should've died sooner if this is the kind of pathetic excuse for a daughter she left behind."

My heart clenched at the mention of my mom. She'd been dead for a year now, her life claimed by a relentless addiction to drugs. Victor had taken me in, but only because he saw me as a means to an end. I was seventeen then, with no family left to turn to, no one to protect me from his wrath.

And what was worse? Today was my eighteenth birthday. I was holding onto the small streak of hope that today would be different, but I guess the Moon Goddess didn't care enough to grant me my little request.

Victor's hand lashed out, grabbing me by my hair and lifting me up to my feet. A sheer cry escaped my lips, but I tried not to be too loud as that would only attract more punishment.

"You're a worthless bitch!" he spat in my face, and the next thing, he hit me across the face.

The force of the blow sent me sprawling, pain exploding in my cheek. I tasted blood but bit back a cry, knowing it would only make things worse.

But he lifted me up again, this time holding me by the back of my dress, the front of it strangling me.

"Please, Victor, please! I'm trying!"

His laugh was a cruel bark. "Trying? You don't even understand the situation, girl. I owe some very bad people a lot of money, and they're not exactly known for their patience."

"But I have some money with me. You can use it to-"

"Not enough!" he yelled as he hit me across the face again. I tried to break free from him, but he held my arm roughly. "But don't worry, you're going to be useful tonight."

My ears pricked at that statement. What did he mean by that?

"What are you talking about?" I asked, but no reasonable answer followed.

"You will find out soon," he answered as he pulled me towards the door.

I whimpered, trying to pull away, but his grip was like iron.

He dragged me outside under the rain and forced me into the back seat of the car.

"Where are you taking me?" I managed to ask, my voice trembling.

"Shut up," he barked, slamming the car door. The engine roared to life, and we sped off into the night. I sat in terrified silence, my mind racing with different thoughts and imaginations.

We drove for what felt like hours. Eventually, we arrived at a large, dimly lit building. The noise of a crowd greeted us as Victor pulled me out of the car and dragged me inside. The atmosphere was different here, and deep down, I knew that something was wrong and this was not a good place.

My eyes widened in horror as I took in the scene inside.

It was an auction, and the "items" being sold were women. There were young women like me, older ones too. Some were in cages, others were being paraded on stage, their eyes filled with the same fear I felt. My stomach churned, and I tried to pull away from Victor, but his grip tightened.

Some of the old Alphas cheered as the attendants paraded one of the women on stage. She was stripped completely naked and made to turn around to the view of everyone. She stood like a deer in the headlights, and even though it wasn't me on stage, there was a sense of dread that filled me. It was as though I was the one standing there. Or would be.

One of the Alphas came on the stage and placed a bid on her, his hands roaming around her body and evaluating his 'item.' He would press her breasts and ass, and the others would cheer.

"Hmm, it's soft. I bet it's succulent too," he said, and the others cheered him on.

Other wealthy Alphas placed their bids on her until the one with the highest bid won.

Ten thousand dollars. That was what she was sold for.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I never knew that such things existed, even though I have heard that there were such practices in different towns. But now, I had seen it with my own eyes, and it seemed... It seemed as though I already knew what was coming.

"No! Please, no!" I cried, struggling against Victor. But he was stronger, and he easily overpowered me.

"Quiet!" he hissed, dragging me towards the front of the room and towards the stage where a group of men stood, their eyes appraising the women like cattle.

"I have something special for you, Alphas!" His voice was loud enough to cut through the raving noise.

"What do you have for us, peasant?" A pot-bellied man asked from the front seat just beside the stage.

"Her. She's my stepdaughter. Her name is Ayra. She is eighteen years old and a virgin," Victor answered.

Slowly, I averted my gaze to Victor. It was then that I realized what Victor was going to do to me. He was going to sell me off to pay his debts.

The crowd's murmurings grew louder as Victor dragged me towards the stage. My heart raced, a wild drumbeat in my chest. I tried to fight, to pull away, but his grip was iron, and I was helpless.

My eyes darted around, seeking any possible escape, but the guards posted at every exit quickly dashed my hopes. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke and the scent of desperation. My stomach churned as I realized that my nightmare was about to get much worse.

Victor shoved me onto the stage, and I stumbled, catching myself just before I fell. The spotlight blinded me for a moment, and the roar of the crowd hit me like a physical blow. Faces blurred together in the dim light, their leering gazes and jeering voices cutting through the haze.

"Look at what we have here!" the auctioneer's voice boomed. "A fresh young maiden, eighteen years old and untouched!"

I wanted to scream, to run, to hide, but I was frozen in place, my mind screaming in silent horror. At least I should be recognized as a person, not referred to as a thing.

Victor, swaying slightly with a drunken grin plastered on his face, stood beside the auctioneer. He waved his hands to silence the crowd, his movements unsteady and exaggerated.

"Let's start the bidding at ten thousand dollars," the auctioneer announced. "Who will give me ten?"

Several hands shot up, and my heart sank. They were bidding on me like I was livestock. Each bid felt like a slap to my face, stripping away the last shreds of my dignity.

The bids climbed higher and higher. Fifteen thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand. The numbers became a blur, and my vision swam with unshed tears. The auctioneer kept up his patter, urging the crowd on.

I glanced at Victor, only to see his eyes light up in excitement. He was clearly thrilled by the prices they were calling out, knowing it was more than enough to sort out his debts.

"Stop! Please, stop!" I pleaded, my voice barely audible over the din. But no one listened. They were too caught up in the frenzy.

A wave of despair crashed over me as tears welled up and spilled down my cheeks. In that moment, I felt utterly worthless, a discarded object with no purpose.

"Strip her! Let's see what we're paying for!" someone shouted from the crowd. My heart plummeted, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself, trying to shield my body from their prying eyes.

Two guards grabbed me, yanking my arms away from my body. My dress was torn from my shoulders, and the crowd roared with approval. Humiliation burned through me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for it to end.

"Fifty thousand!" a voice called out, and the auctioneer's eyes gleamed.

"Sixty!" another countered.

The auction continued, the numbers climbing higher and higher.

Then, a sudden hush fell over the room. I dared to open my eyes, squinting through the tears and the bright lights.

"Five hundred thousand dollars," a voice rang out, clear and commanding.

Gasps echoed through the crowd, and all eyes turned to the speaker. My breath caught in my throat as I saw who it was.

Alpha Evon. Tall, fair-skinned, and formidable, he stood with an air of absolute authority. His eyes, cold and calculating, were fixed on me. I felt a shiver of fear run down my spine.

He was the Alpha of the Silver Claw Pack, one of the most powerful packs in the country. As the wealthiest Alpha, he was both feared and revered by everyone.

No one dared to counter his bid. Five hundred thousand dollars was a fortune, far beyond what any ordinary maiden would fetch. The room fell silent, everyone waiting to see what would happen next.

My heart sank as I realized he was the one who would buy me. Memories flooded back, memories of the last time I had encountered Alpha Evon.

It was a year ago, before my mother died. I had been working at the diner just for fun, unlike today. It was a Tuesday, the slowest night of the week.

Alpha Evon walked in, a cloud of expensive cologne and an air of sneering entitlement surrounding him. His designer shirt couldn't mask the way he held himself with commanding authority. His eyes flicked around the room like a predator sizing up its prey, sending a shiver down my spine. It was obvious he wasn't there for the food – the way his nose wrinkled at the greasy diner ambiance made that clear. He was there to assert his power.

He barked orders at Mildred, the owner, a kind-faced woman who practically ran the diner on her own. Mildred scurried around him, her smile strained, as he made a show of his displeasure with everything.

Then, his gaze landed on a young couple sitting across from me. They were new in town, all awkward smiles and hopeful dreams. Evon, with a wave of his hand, singled them out.

"You there," he drawled, his voice dripping with disdain, "lost, are we? This place isn't for the likes of you."

The color drained from the young woman's face. Her boyfriend's jaw clenched, but he said nothing. Alpha Evon took their silence as encouragement.

"This town," he sneered, his voice carrying across the diner, "doesn't take kindly to outsiders. Unless, of course, you know your place."

The young couple fled, their dinner abandoned, tears threatening to spill. At that moment, a seed of hatred took root in my chest. Alpha Evon wasn't just arrogant, he was cruel. He reveled in the power to break people, to extinguish hope with a mere word. And right then, I knew I would never forget him and that I never wanted to see him again.

Now, here he was, buying me like I was a piece of property. My stomach churned with fear and hatred.

Alpha Evon began to walk towards the stage, and the crowd parted for him like the Red Sea. The other Alphas averted their eyes, dreading his gaze. He was known for his cruelty, his ruthlessness. No one dared to cross him.

Victor's face lit up with excitement as Evon approached. The mention of such a high price had him practically salivating. When Alpha Evon reached the stage, Victor fell to his knees and bowed before him.

"My lord. My Alpha," Victor groveled, his voice thick with greed. "I accept your offer."

Alpha Evon barely acknowledged him. His eyes were locked on me, and I felt like a rabbit caught in a wolf's gaze. He stepped up onto the stage, towering over me. I tried to shrink away, but there was nowhere to go.

"Stand up," he commanded, his voice like steel.

My legs trembled as I forced myself to stand, my body exposed and vulnerable under his scrutiny. He reached out, and I flinched, expecting a blow. But instead, he grabbed my chin, tilting my head up so I had to look into his eyes.

"You belong to me now," he said softly, but there was no kindness in his words. Only possession.

I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They spilled down my cheeks, and I hated myself for showing weakness in front of him. But there was nothing I could do.

Evon turned to his guards, motioning for them to come forward. Two of them stepped up, their faces expressionless. They grabbed me roughly, pulling me off the stage.

As they dragged me away, I cast one last glance at Victor. He was still kneeling, his face a mask of smug satisfaction. I wanted to hate him, to scream at him for what he had done. But all I felt was a hollow emptiness, a despair so deep it threatened to swallow me whole.

The crowd parted again as Evon and his guards led me towards the exit. Whispers followed us, but no one dared to speak aloud. The fear and respect for Evon were evident.

My mind raced, thoughts swirling in a storm of fear and confusion. What would become of me now? How would I survive under the rule of such a ruthless Alpha? And why did he pay such a high price?

Leaving the house I shared with my stepdad, I felt like I was stepping into a world of vipers. The unknown loomed ahead, vast and threatening, and I knew I couldn't face it alone. At least now I belonged to someone. And maybe he might protect me. Maybe.

The car's engine rumbled as we pulled up to the gates of a grand estate. As we drove slowly up the long driveway, the mansion's imposing silhouette grew larger, its grandeur both awe-inspiring and intimidating.

At the entrance, staff lined up in a neat row, their faces blank masks and their postures stiff. Yet, there was something in their eyes-it was fear-and that made my heart pound harder.

The car stopped, and Evon stepped out, his presence commanding and suffocating.

"Welcome back, Alpha," they chorused, voices trembling ever so slightly.

The door on my side opened, and I was yanked out, my legs wobbling as I tried to stand. My scant clothing barely registered anymore. The guards gripped me tightly as Evon strode towards the massive front doors, which swung open to reveal a luxurious foyer.

The house was like a scene from a movie, every piece of furniture, every antique, the chandeliers, and the railings made of the finest materials. Outside, a fleet of luxury cars gleamed-Mercedes, G-Wagon, Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Lamborghini. Everything screamed wealth and power, yet the atmosphere felt cold and unwelcoming, much like the man who now owned me.

Alpha Evon was undoubtedly the richest Alpha in the country. But his wealth meant nothing to me. My mind could only focus on the uncertainty of my fate in this place.

He led me through the mansion without a word, his stride purposeful and unyielding. I followed, my eyes fixed on his back, taking in his short black hair, his chiseled frame, and the tattoos that snaked down his arms. I wondered if his entire body was inked.

We ascended a grand staircase and walked down a long hallway, passing several closed doors until we reached the end. Evon opened the door to a lavish bedroom and I was ushered inside.

The room was spacious, with a massive four-poster bed dominating the center. The decor was elegant and tasteful, but it did nothing to ease the fear gnawing at my insides. The beauty around me felt like a cruel mockery of my situation.

A group of maids stood off to the side, their heads bowed.

Alpha Evon turned to me, his expression cold. "This will be your room," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Your sole purpose here is to bear me an heir. A son. If you succeed, you will be released from your obligations and you're free to go. Without my heir, of course. If you fail, you will remain here, bound to me until you do, and you'll be removed from this room and kept in a place befitting failures."

His words were like daggers, piercing my heart. The reality of my situation settled over me like a suffocating blanket. I was nothing more than a means to an end, a tool to fulfill his ambitions. Was that why he purchased me at such a high price? Because I was a virgin and there was a high chance I would give him an heir?

Evon dismissed the guards and motioned for the maids to approach. They moved swiftly and efficiently, helping him out of his clothes. He stood there, his body strong and imposing, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear as I realized what was coming next.

"You will bathe and prepare yourself," he ordered, his eyes never leaving mine. "Tonight, we will mate. Your duty begins now."

The maids guided me to a bathroom, their touches gentle but firm. The bath was luxurious, the water warm and soothing, but it did little to calm my racing thoughts. I couldn't believe this was happening. That on the same night I was sold, I was expected to mate with this man and conceive a son.

With this, I strongly believed that the Moon Goddess had forsaken me. Many months of praying, begging for her to take my pain away, only for it to worsen.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the reality of my situation. But the sound of the water and the gentle hands of the maids brought me back to the present. I had to survive this. I had to endure, if only to gain my freedom one day. There was no one that could save me. As long as I was purchased by him, I belonged to him. This was the tradition for werewolves and I couldn't do anything about it.

After my bath, the maids dressed me in a silk robe and escorted me back to the bedroom. Evon was already there, waiting. His eyes raked over me, and I felt exposed, vulnerable.

The maids excused themselves, and now I was left alone with this man.

"Get on the bed," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience.

I hesitated, my fear holding me back. But the look in his eyes spurred me into action, and I climbed onto the bed, my heart pounding in my chest.

"What is your name?" he asked, his tone indifferent.

"Ayra," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Ayra," he repeated, as if tasting the name. "How can I forget that name? Now listen to me Ayra, you will bear me a son. Fail, and you will remain here, trapped under me forever. And you will suffer like the rest of them."

Them.

Who was 'them'?

Tears welled in my eyes, but I blinked them away. I couldn't afford to show weakness. Not now. Not in front of him.

He moved closer, his presence overwhelming. His hands were rough as they gripped me, and I bit back a cry. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I had always imagined my first time to be with someone who cared about me, someone who loved me. But reality was a cruel mistress, and I was at her mercy.

Evon didn't waste any time. His hands were harsh and unyielding as they stripped away the silk robe, leaving me bare and vulnerable. I shivered under his gaze, the air cold against my skin.

"Lay down," he ordered again, his voice brooking no argument.

I complied, my body trembling as I lay down. The bed was soft, but it felt like a slab of ice beneath me. Evon climbed onto the bed, his eyes dark with intent. He reached out, his hand gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"You will obey me," he said, his voice a low growl. "You will give me an heir. It is very important you do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Alpha," I whispered, my voice shaking.

"Good girl. Now spread your legs for me."