The Alpha’s Exiled Luna

CHAPTER 1: SOLD.

“GO GET DRESSED, YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE SOLD!” The words stung my ears. I could feel my heart lurching with fear, striking wagers into the depth of my heart. I was petrified as I gazed over at the figure in front of me, my foster father, Mr. Hutchinson.

I knew all too well that he had developed a high amount of hate towards me. His high-profile figure stood firmly in front of me, sending shivers down my spine, and fear taking reign. I whimpered in fear, lashes crashing down in submission.

His devilish grin rigging his expression, his eyes displaying a wrath of hatred. His cackle resonated through my ears, the words echoing against the inner walls of my ears. My nerves stretched taut as my face transformed into a mask of sweat.

As I tried to reason why I was being sold, Mr. Hutchinson drew his hand back and delivered a hot slap across my cheeks. The warmth of his flesh radiated through my bones, my nerves jangled as I winced out.

Dragging me up by my thin arms, he caught my chin and pressed it tightly. My wolf whimpered in loss as I pushed with all my might, but he was too strong.

I cried out in pain and confusion, tears streaming down my face as my father laughed cynically. “Ever since I had adopted you, you had been nothing but a mischievous Brut, not yet mated, still stagnant and disgusting,” he said chidingly.

I was astounded and confused by the news that I was to be sold to Alpha Garrett, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. The Alpha was feared by all for his cruel nature. My father knew how much I craved adventure and used it against me.

His long, thick fingers gripped my arms as he slammed the door open, my feet gliding roughly on the floor. Shivers crept into my bloodstream as I stepped inside, my head swiftly falling in submission before Alpha Garrett.

I had always seen a lady in my dreams, telling me that I was powerful. I had always felt my powers, but I was too meek to voice them out. I knew Alpha Garrett would never love me, nor any man. I was alone with my thoughts and feelings, my power hidden away.

Alpha Garrett's stature was commanding and harsh, taking my breath away, fear enveloping my senses. I bowed down to him, feeling his aura engulf me.

As I left the room, I felt chained up, like a prisoner in my own thoughts. My power lurking beneath, waiting to be unleashed.

“Your majesty!” I heard my father's cold voice as it resounded in the little living room. Then I heard the clip-clap of leather against the floor as my gaze seeped through lustrous lashes to gaze at his footwear. It seemed to have been made of expensive leather— one that had a shiny surface. I watched as his shoes glided in my direction, I felt cold locking my senses as it multiplied in ten folds. My nose, a barrel of smells, differentiated from the smell of alcohol, as a fragrance hit me and seeped into my nose whistling mockingly.

The smell, I'd deduced, seemed to be of a richly intoxicating fragrance. His smell was to be explained with two words, woody and dangerously seductive. I felt that linger in my heart as this voracious beast walked up to me. My heart gripped with fear as I watched his shoe halt in his scary stride.