Sold to the Alpha With Silver Eyes - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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*Eden*
“Where is she?” Alpha Jerome roars, the pack house door slamming into the wall in the foyer. The floorboards rumbling beneath his angry steps as my back stiffens. It's a habit now, my muscles readying for the beating I will get for something I did or something I didn’t do.
I can feel it in the way the air shifts as he stomps into the kitchen, the warm air growing colder as he approaches behind me. I shrink under his touch, the way he slips his old wrinkled fingers into my hair, gripping for dear life.
“I-i’m s-sorry,” I rush out stumbling over the words, a gasp of pain breaking from my lips as he yanks hard, throwing my head back.
He presses his disgusting stubbled cheek up against mine and my eyes slide closed, tears already working their way out. My skin crawls and my nerves scream for me to squirm away, but it will only make things ten times worse, he feeds off my resistance.
The last time I tried to protect myself It took three weeks for those injuries to heal. Even if my body shakes and the tears stream down my cheeks If I want to survive this beating I have to remain as still as I can. So I force myself to submit to him, as I always do.
“Did you think it would be funny?” He grits out, spit leaving his lips and hitting my cheeks, as I wince and try to look away. “Or are you just that brain dead? No wonder your family left you behind. They were weak and useless just like you but at least they knew when to drop dead weight.”
A pang of anger hits me in the heart, his words causing more pain than his tightening grip on my head. Every cell in my body screams to stand up and defend my family’s name, but the hollow in me reminds me there is no point. They are long gone and I am here, suffering because of them.
“Oooh, what’d the bitch do this time?” Luna Patrice coos, a giddy grin on her lips as she saunters in and helps herself to the bowl of oranges on the counter. Her slender frame slinks around toward the sink and she halts, only long enough to drink in the scene before her.
“She replaced my shampoo with bleach!” He grinds out. “Can’t you smell it?”
“Alpha Jerome, I swear it wasn’t me,” I force out as he tugs harder, my hands flying up as I whimper and try to grab his hand to provide my scalp some relief.
“Liar.” He hisses before he shoves me hard into the counter.
My hips crash into the granite countertop, my head hammering into the wooden cupboard door, the wood splintering with ease and Luna Patrice gasps in shock. Stars dot my vision as I try to catch my breath, my hip bones already bruised as I slam my hand to my forehead, feeling the warmth of blood.
“Baby! I just had those redone,” she whines, rushing over as she shoves me aside to inspect the damage. I stumble away, my back resting on the side of the fridge as I gulp down air, trying to brace myself for whatever comes next.
“I will replace them,” he whispers fake sweet words to her, as he reaches out and grabs hold of me again.
I whimper and try to slip away, my skull on fire as it feels it is being ripped from my skin. A gut wrenching smile slips up at the corner of his lips when he sees the reaction he gets from me.
“How about we just replace her?” She mutters before she scoffs and looks me up and down, like I am dirt beneath her. “Just looking at her standing there so pathetic makes me want to gag.”
“Can’t do that and you know it. Her being here is a personal favor.” Alpha Jerome reminds her and she groans in annoyance.
“Well, beat her outside, so you stop ruining my house.” Patrice whines, her voice high pitched and a pout on her red lacquered lips.
“Fine,” Jerome says, his voice dropping a notch as he narrows his eyes at me.
“Keith!” Patrice shrieks out and a second later their demon spawn comes flying into the kitchen, a wide grin on his face.
“Dad, notice anything funny about your shampoo this morning?” Keith, their teenage son asks, cackling uncontrollably.
“It was you?” He growls out in anger, before breaking into a smile. “You little shit, you remind me of your ma, always playing tricks on me.”
“Please let me go now?” I whisper, attempting to anticipate his every movement to avoid more tension on my hair.
Patrice lets out a roar of laughter and Alpha Jerome tosses me aside with the flick of his wrist. I fly across the counter, slipping off the otherside, I barely get my arm out in time to stop my face from hitting the floor first. My thin wrist buckles under my weight as I roll to the side and it cracks and pain rushes up my arm like a dry sponge hitting water.
There isn’t a second for me to even register the pain before the pack alarm sounds and plunges the kitchen into silence. Patrice looks at Jerome who stands still as a statue before a second alarm blares signalling an attack.
“Oh shit, oh shit!” Patrice breathes out rushing around, uselessly running back and forth as she dry heaves. Keith takes off, the coward he is, immediately leaving his parents behind, not even shouting a goodbye as Jerome stands still frozen in shock.
“Jerome!” Patrice cries, “Jerome, what do we do?”
I force myself to stand, cradling my arm as I prepare to run. This may be the only way out of this fucking hell hole, with this pack having zero warriors with any abilities and no training there is no way it will survive this attack. I can finally disappear into the void between humans and wolves and just merely exist.
“Run!” Jerome screams, fear in his eyes as he rushes toward Patrice and grabs her. I move to rush past them out the only exit but Jerome whips around and shoves me hard at my shoulders forcing me back and onto my ass with a clanging of my teeth. “Not you. No you, I demand you stay and protect this place. That is an Alpha’s order!”
Then he leaves me in the silence of the house. Only my erratic heart beats and loud sharp inhales to keep me company as the door splinters apart and rogues saunter in moments later. The leader gives me a look of surprise before it turns into an evil grin.
“Well then, Alpha left us a little offering, did he?” He straightens up a little, rolling his shoulders before he tilts his head. “Look for other stowaways.”
My feet feel heavy as I try to convince myself to do anything but stand here. I could run, hide, scream, something, if only I weren’t alpha ordered to stay here. My brain is working too fast, coming up with too many scenarios and potential outcomes that I am frozen, unable to think of a work around.
Each step he takes toward me spells out my doom as my heart pounds in my ears, drowning out the screams and pleas for help that cry out from afar. Fuck Jerome and his stupid fucking alpha order.
“You docile?” The man asks, stepping up closer as I open my mouth to speak, but only a croak comes out and I try to swallow the lump in my throat. I shake my head no and he smirks. His hand reaching out and tugging at a loose strand of my hair.
“Don’t touch me.” I force myself to say with little conviction. He raises a fluffy black brow, amused by the weak attempt to protect myself. But words are all I have the strength for right now. Alpha Jerome made damn sure of that.
He lunges toward me, forcing me to scramble back on my butt as I press into the wall. The asshole sniffs around me, his hand finding my throat as I try to slap it away and then grip his wrist scratching at it like a feral kitten. He slaps me and pushes my neck to the side. The sting and shock of the action render me still as he moves to the other side of my neck before he laughs happily.
“Unmated, young and a sight prettier than most young she wolves I see these days and you reek of Beta blood. You are going to bring me a pretty penny.”
“What?” I hiss, my legs flailing out as I try to kick at him even if it is a sad attempt. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Are you thinking about the A-Line for her?” Another man asks, stepping out of the shadows.
“Oh no, no, this one goes to the underground.” The original guy says, stepping back as he releases me. I curl up, tucking my knees to my chin as I hug myself and try to hold myself up, my wrist still aching from Jerome.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” I bite out and he ignores me, speaking with his buddy as he inspects his arm where I scratched him up.
“We start her bidding at $100k.” He tells his friend, who looks shocked.
“That’s a little high for a breeder, don’t you think?” he hisses, looking over at me and my blood stops. My heart seizes as silence takes over everything and I hyperventilate, leaning forward in search of air, my hand pounding my chest, forcing my lungs to work.
“B-breeder?” I choke out, and they look down at me.
“Don’t look so sad. You are safe from us with this title. Otherwise, I’d be making you my personal little slave.” The original one grins.
A shiver runs over my spine, a vice grip around my aura lifting as I feel freedom as if it is within my reach. There has been a change in command. My alpha is either dead or has disowned the pack meaning I am in control of my own actions now.
“Over my dead body!” I roar, jumping up as I shove into them.
They tumble to the side only a few steps as I sprint for my life. There is no way in hell I will allow them to sell me to be someone’s breeder. I refuse to be used for sex and birthing a child for someone who doesn’t love or respect me, and owning someone is not respecting or loving that person.
I can hear the men cackling as they close in behind me and I curse this fucking hell I was banished to. From a trained warrior and beta’s daughter to a maid in servitude for something I wasn’t a part of.
But all that time with no food, absolutely no time for training. I have fallen into the role of the very weak damsel in distress I have always hated in the books and movies.
I would rather die fighting a useless fight than live as a sex slave to some asshole who buys me because I’m pretty. So I dig into my reserves of energy from my meal three days ago and force my scrawny legs to move.
There is a ledge up ahead. I can see it. Hell, I can taste it. The salty air warns me of the raging ocean below and I inhale deep, breathing the freedom I am mere steps away from. I can do this, just a little bit further…
“Ugggh!” I grunt out, a hard object hammering into me from the side as we crash to the ground and I roll, trying to slip out of grip. Hands reach for my ankles, dragging me on my belly toward them, rocks slicing my flesh as I grit my teeth and refuse to let him win. My feet kick back hard, cracking against something that gives way.
“Fucking bitch!” I hear them roar in a muffled voice.
It gives me a spark of hope as I steal the moment, my mind focusing as I scramble away, trying to find my footing. When I look up, my heart drops, my stomach turning sour as a slender but tall frame steps out in front of me.
My hands fly up in defense, my body working on pure adrenaline and instinct now as my fist connects with the woman’s face. But I’m weak and she only smiles at my attempt before arms wrap around me from behind and I am held in place.
“Let me go, you assholes!” I scream, my throat raw and painful, but no one cares about my pleas.
“You hit me, I hit you,” she says, showing her rotting teeth in a crooked smile before she throws her brass knuckle covered fist into my face. Pain explodes through my cheek and eye socket. Burst of red taking over my vision as blood pours from my nose and down the searing cut on my cheek.
“Not her face, Ruby!” A roar comes from behind me.
“Sorry, Bossman.” She mumbles.
Then she lifts my chin, but I can’t manage a good look at her as my vision is already spotty and fading. Then she strikes the left side of my ribcage and I vomit from the intensity of the hit. The bitterness of it burns my throat as I moan and gasp for breath as she hits me again and again.
Ruby seems to cackle, loving every second of my pain and suffering before the voice grows closer.
“You better hope like fucking hell her face heals fast, Ruby, otherwise I will make you look like her and sell your ass instead.”
“Why is she so special?” The woman spits out as my vision fades in and out, the exhaustion and pain winning out over my mental strength.
“She’s the highlight in our underground auction tonight.” The man from before says, his feet coming into my line of sight just before the world goes dark.
“Where is she?” Alpha Jerome roars, the pack house door slamming into the wall in the foyer. The floorboards rumbling beneath his angry steps as my back stiffens. It's a habit now, my muscles readying for the beating I will get for something I did or something I didn’t do.
I can feel it in the way the air shifts as he stomps into the kitchen, the warm air growing colder as he approaches behind me. I shrink under his touch, the way he slips his old wrinkled fingers into my hair, gripping for dear life.
“I-i’m s-sorry,” I rush out stumbling over the words, a gasp of pain breaking from my lips as he yanks hard, throwing my head back.
He presses his disgusting stubbled cheek up against mine and my eyes slide closed, tears already working their way out. My skin crawls and my nerves scream for me to squirm away, but it will only make things ten times worse, he feeds off my resistance.
The last time I tried to protect myself It took three weeks for those injuries to heal. Even if my body shakes and the tears stream down my cheeks If I want to survive this beating I have to remain as still as I can. So I force myself to submit to him, as I always do.
“Did you think it would be funny?” He grits out, spit leaving his lips and hitting my cheeks, as I wince and try to look away. “Or are you just that brain dead? No wonder your family left you behind. They were weak and useless just like you but at least they knew when to drop dead weight.”
A pang of anger hits me in the heart, his words causing more pain than his tightening grip on my head. Every cell in my body screams to stand up and defend my family’s name, but the hollow in me reminds me there is no point. They are long gone and I am here, suffering because of them.
“Oooh, what’d the bitch do this time?” Luna Patrice coos, a giddy grin on her lips as she saunters in and helps herself to the bowl of oranges on the counter. Her slender frame slinks around toward the sink and she halts, only long enough to drink in the scene before her.
“She replaced my shampoo with bleach!” He grinds out. “Can’t you smell it?”
“Alpha Jerome, I swear it wasn’t me,” I force out as he tugs harder, my hands flying up as I whimper and try to grab his hand to provide my scalp some relief.
“Liar.” He hisses before he shoves me hard into the counter.
My hips crash into the granite countertop, my head hammering into the wooden cupboard door, the wood splintering with ease and Luna Patrice gasps in shock. Stars dot my vision as I try to catch my breath, my hip bones already bruised as I slam my hand to my forehead, feeling the warmth of blood.
“Baby! I just had those redone,” she whines, rushing over as she shoves me aside to inspect the damage. I stumble away, my back resting on the side of the fridge as I gulp down air, trying to brace myself for whatever comes next.
“I will replace them,” he whispers fake sweet words to her, as he reaches out and grabs hold of me again.
I whimper and try to slip away, my skull on fire as it feels it is being ripped from my skin. A gut wrenching smile slips up at the corner of his lips when he sees the reaction he gets from me.
“How about we just replace her?” She mutters before she scoffs and looks me up and down, like I am dirt beneath her. “Just looking at her standing there so pathetic makes me want to gag.”
“Can’t do that and you know it. Her being here is a personal favor.” Alpha Jerome reminds her and she groans in annoyance.
“Well, beat her outside, so you stop ruining my house.” Patrice whines, her voice high pitched and a pout on her red lacquered lips.
“Fine,” Jerome says, his voice dropping a notch as he narrows his eyes at me.
“Keith!” Patrice shrieks out and a second later their demon spawn comes flying into the kitchen, a wide grin on his face.
“Dad, notice anything funny about your shampoo this morning?” Keith, their teenage son asks, cackling uncontrollably.
“It was you?” He growls out in anger, before breaking into a smile. “You little shit, you remind me of your ma, always playing tricks on me.”
“Please let me go now?” I whisper, attempting to anticipate his every movement to avoid more tension on my hair.
Patrice lets out a roar of laughter and Alpha Jerome tosses me aside with the flick of his wrist. I fly across the counter, slipping off the otherside, I barely get my arm out in time to stop my face from hitting the floor first. My thin wrist buckles under my weight as I roll to the side and it cracks and pain rushes up my arm like a dry sponge hitting water.
There isn’t a second for me to even register the pain before the pack alarm sounds and plunges the kitchen into silence. Patrice looks at Jerome who stands still as a statue before a second alarm blares signalling an attack.
“Oh shit, oh shit!” Patrice breathes out rushing around, uselessly running back and forth as she dry heaves. Keith takes off, the coward he is, immediately leaving his parents behind, not even shouting a goodbye as Jerome stands still frozen in shock.
“Jerome!” Patrice cries, “Jerome, what do we do?”
I force myself to stand, cradling my arm as I prepare to run. This may be the only way out of this fucking hell hole, with this pack having zero warriors with any abilities and no training there is no way it will survive this attack. I can finally disappear into the void between humans and wolves and just merely exist.
“Run!” Jerome screams, fear in his eyes as he rushes toward Patrice and grabs her. I move to rush past them out the only exit but Jerome whips around and shoves me hard at my shoulders forcing me back and onto my ass with a clanging of my teeth. “Not you. No you, I demand you stay and protect this place. That is an Alpha’s order!”
Then he leaves me in the silence of the house. Only my erratic heart beats and loud sharp inhales to keep me company as the door splinters apart and rogues saunter in moments later. The leader gives me a look of surprise before it turns into an evil grin.
“Well then, Alpha left us a little offering, did he?” He straightens up a little, rolling his shoulders before he tilts his head. “Look for other stowaways.”
My feet feel heavy as I try to convince myself to do anything but stand here. I could run, hide, scream, something, if only I weren’t alpha ordered to stay here. My brain is working too fast, coming up with too many scenarios and potential outcomes that I am frozen, unable to think of a work around.
Each step he takes toward me spells out my doom as my heart pounds in my ears, drowning out the screams and pleas for help that cry out from afar. Fuck Jerome and his stupid fucking alpha order.
“You docile?” The man asks, stepping up closer as I open my mouth to speak, but only a croak comes out and I try to swallow the lump in my throat. I shake my head no and he smirks. His hand reaching out and tugging at a loose strand of my hair.
“Don’t touch me.” I force myself to say with little conviction. He raises a fluffy black brow, amused by the weak attempt to protect myself. But words are all I have the strength for right now. Alpha Jerome made damn sure of that.
He lunges toward me, forcing me to scramble back on my butt as I press into the wall. The asshole sniffs around me, his hand finding my throat as I try to slap it away and then grip his wrist scratching at it like a feral kitten. He slaps me and pushes my neck to the side. The sting and shock of the action render me still as he moves to the other side of my neck before he laughs happily.
“Unmated, young and a sight prettier than most young she wolves I see these days and you reek of Beta blood. You are going to bring me a pretty penny.”
“What?” I hiss, my legs flailing out as I try to kick at him even if it is a sad attempt. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Are you thinking about the A-Line for her?” Another man asks, stepping out of the shadows.
“Oh no, no, this one goes to the underground.” The original guy says, stepping back as he releases me. I curl up, tucking my knees to my chin as I hug myself and try to hold myself up, my wrist still aching from Jerome.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” I bite out and he ignores me, speaking with his buddy as he inspects his arm where I scratched him up.
“We start her bidding at $100k.” He tells his friend, who looks shocked.
“That’s a little high for a breeder, don’t you think?” he hisses, looking over at me and my blood stops. My heart seizes as silence takes over everything and I hyperventilate, leaning forward in search of air, my hand pounding my chest, forcing my lungs to work.
“B-breeder?” I choke out, and they look down at me.
“Don’t look so sad. You are safe from us with this title. Otherwise, I’d be making you my personal little slave.” The original one grins.
A shiver runs over my spine, a vice grip around my aura lifting as I feel freedom as if it is within my reach. There has been a change in command. My alpha is either dead or has disowned the pack meaning I am in control of my own actions now.
“Over my dead body!” I roar, jumping up as I shove into them.
They tumble to the side only a few steps as I sprint for my life. There is no way in hell I will allow them to sell me to be someone’s breeder. I refuse to be used for sex and birthing a child for someone who doesn’t love or respect me, and owning someone is not respecting or loving that person.
I can hear the men cackling as they close in behind me and I curse this fucking hell I was banished to. From a trained warrior and beta’s daughter to a maid in servitude for something I wasn’t a part of.
But all that time with no food, absolutely no time for training. I have fallen into the role of the very weak damsel in distress I have always hated in the books and movies.
I would rather die fighting a useless fight than live as a sex slave to some asshole who buys me because I’m pretty. So I dig into my reserves of energy from my meal three days ago and force my scrawny legs to move.
There is a ledge up ahead. I can see it. Hell, I can taste it. The salty air warns me of the raging ocean below and I inhale deep, breathing the freedom I am mere steps away from. I can do this, just a little bit further…
“Ugggh!” I grunt out, a hard object hammering into me from the side as we crash to the ground and I roll, trying to slip out of grip. Hands reach for my ankles, dragging me on my belly toward them, rocks slicing my flesh as I grit my teeth and refuse to let him win. My feet kick back hard, cracking against something that gives way.
“Fucking bitch!” I hear them roar in a muffled voice.
It gives me a spark of hope as I steal the moment, my mind focusing as I scramble away, trying to find my footing. When I look up, my heart drops, my stomach turning sour as a slender but tall frame steps out in front of me.
My hands fly up in defense, my body working on pure adrenaline and instinct now as my fist connects with the woman’s face. But I’m weak and she only smiles at my attempt before arms wrap around me from behind and I am held in place.
“Let me go, you assholes!” I scream, my throat raw and painful, but no one cares about my pleas.
“You hit me, I hit you,” she says, showing her rotting teeth in a crooked smile before she throws her brass knuckle covered fist into my face. Pain explodes through my cheek and eye socket. Burst of red taking over my vision as blood pours from my nose and down the searing cut on my cheek.
“Not her face, Ruby!” A roar comes from behind me.
“Sorry, Bossman.” She mumbles.
Then she lifts my chin, but I can’t manage a good look at her as my vision is already spotty and fading. Then she strikes the left side of my ribcage and I vomit from the intensity of the hit. The bitterness of it burns my throat as I moan and gasp for breath as she hits me again and again.
Ruby seems to cackle, loving every second of my pain and suffering before the voice grows closer.
“You better hope like fucking hell her face heals fast, Ruby, otherwise I will make you look like her and sell your ass instead.”
“Why is she so special?” The woman spits out as my vision fades in and out, the exhaustion and pain winning out over my mental strength.
“She’s the highlight in our underground auction tonight.” The man from before says, his feet coming into my line of sight just before the world goes dark.
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